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- trouble Chapter 23 I felt numb and paralyzed, as I stared out at the ocean before my eyes. Since it was nearly winter, the waves were sending harsh winds towards the shore, pulling my hair out of my neck. I closed my eyes, as I felt shivers being send down my spine from the chilliness. My mind still wasn't able to register the fact that Scarlet and Travis were together at one point in their lives, whether it was a fling or not. The two of them slept together in the past, yet none of them bothered to tell me this whole time. I clenched my fists so tightly, as I felt my nails dig into my palms. "You've been ignoring my calls." a voice suddenly said from behind, making me turn around. My eyes locked into Travis' green orbs, as I felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach. He was coming closer to me with each step he took. I was scared that if he didn't stop any time soon, I wasn't going to be able to control myself. I was in love with Travis, but I knew that I couldn't be. He hooked up with Scarlet, and left her. "I've been busier than usual." I lied right through my teeth. Travis shoved his hands in his pockets, and I was almost a hundred percent sure that he was fumbling with his pack of cigarettes. Travis stared at me, long and hard, before he unclenched his jaw. "Really?" he asked, with a hint of a sarcastic tone on the tip of his tongue. "Because I was starting to believe that you hate me." I stared down at the damp grains of sand that were below my feet, licking my dry lips. I knew that no matter what, I wasn't going to be able to hate Travis. "I don't hate you." I muttered. "Really? I was sure that you were going to once Scarlet told you all those lies." Travis said, his voice so calm and collected. My eyes snapped up, as if if were an immediate instinct. "What are you talking about?" I whispered. "You're the one who left Scarlet after the two if you slept." Travis rolled his eyes, before letting out a dramatic breath of air. "I was drunk and high, Riley." he looked at me, dead in the eyes. "I don't even remember what happened that night. Besides, it was two years ago. I can't believe Scarlet's still talking about it." I resisted the urge to glare at him, as I gulped. "But she loved you." Travis groaned with frustration, before running a hand through his messy locks. "I don't care about her, Riley." he whispered. "God damn, I care about you." I stared at Travis, long and hard. My heart was beating out of my chest, as my hands shook by my sides. Travis Kapone, the guy who was the complete opposite of what I was, was telling me that he cares about me. I was happy, yes I was, but I was also confused as to where this leads us. I was in love with him, and he cared about me. "I'll see you in school." Travis suddenly said, when I didn't say anything back to him. He held my gaze for a moment longer, before a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips. "And I'll bring you Oreo's." Travis smirked. "They're your favorite, aren't they?"
- trouble Chapter 25 The only memory I had with Travis before the two of us got to know each other was when we were in the first grade, where he used to throw pink crayons at me. Even back then, he was quite the troublemaker himself. His parents were always called in by the teacher because he used to talk back to her and used inappropriate words, that I didn't even know the meaning to until I was in middle school. But of course, his parents never did show up. Instead, a woman wearing a stale grey uniform always came to Travis' aid. I've always thought that she was Travis' mother, but I didn't know until now that she was actually his maid. "My mother wouldn't be ever caught dead in a maid's uniform." Travis snorted, once I asked him about it. "The only thing she would ever wear is stupid, designer crap." I let out a chuckle, before raising an eyebrow. "Designer clothing is expensive, for your information." Travis narrowed his eyes at me, before shrugging. "That's why she wears it." he muttered. "Apparently, wearing expensive clothes gives you a higher status now, whatever the hell that means." I was in Travis' house that afternoon, where we just came back from school. We had the television on, but we were barely paying attention to it. The front door from the lobby suddenly opened, making a slamming noise that startled Travis and I. I gave him a curious look, but Travis seemed just as confused as I was. "Are your parents home?" I asked, whispering. Travis shook his head, as he stood up, straightening out his wrinkled hoodie. "I'll go check." he muttered under his breath. "Wait here." After Travis disappeared out of the living room, moments later, I heard a loud crash. "Dylan!" I heard Travis' angry voice shout. "Why do you always have to break something every time you're here?!" Frowning, I got up from the couch, making my way towards where the sound was coming from. I first spotted Travis' scowl directed at the blonde male behind him, then I noticed the glass that was shattered all over the floor. "Man, sweet!" the blonde, Dylan, suddenly grinned when he saw me. "You got a booty call? Because I could totally use-" Travis suddenly gave Dylan a hard punch across the chest, making him wince. A small smile appeared across my face, as Travis glared at the blonde. "You're an idiot, Dylan." Travis hissed under his breath. "This is Riley, my gir- friend. She's my friend." Dylan's jaw suddenly dropped, as I noticed the piercing that he had on his lower lip. "No way, man, she's single?" he smirked, reaching his hand out for me to shake. "I'm Dylan, by the way." I frowned, glancing over towards Travis, before taking Dylan's hand hesitantly. "I'm Riley." I said with a weak smile across my face. "You're Riley?" Dylan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Don't you mean beautiful?" My cheeks turned red, as I looked over at Travis, who was rolling his eyes at Dylan. "Dylan, she's not interested." Travis decided for me, making me snap my eyes towards him. Who was he to make decisions for me? I narrowed my eyes at him, before Travis shot Dylan an impatient look. "What are you doing here anyways?" Dylan looked between Travis and I nervously, before giving him a bitter smile. "I need money, bro."
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