trouble
Chapter 34
Dylan's words kept playing in
the back of my mind as I exited the school later that
afternoon.
You should talk to him.
A fit of cold shivers went sending down my spine, as I briefly closed my eyes.
Travis finally came to school for the first time today in the past week.
I gave him a short glance, but quickly looked away before he caught my gaze.
But, in that split second when my eyes flashed over to his, I noticed that he didn't look too well.
His hair was messier than usual, his face was pale and hollow, and there were dark, purple circles forming under his eyes.
My heart also sank when I saw that his shirt was wrinkled by the collar, and there was a little smudge of lipstick by his neck.
Throughout the entire day, I couldn't help but wonder if he had forgotten about me already.
I didn't want to think about it, but I knew that there was a possibility that Lola and Scarlet could've been right.
Travis was only playing with me- and threw me out because he got bored.
I gulped down the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes, as I continued walking home.
On my way home, I always passed by our neighborhood park.
In that park was the very bench that Travis and I used to sit at during late nights, and talk about anything; just anything.
I couldn't even stop myself before I realized that I was walking towards the empty bench.
My fingers trailed along the old, dry wood before I took a seat.
For the first time in days, just sitting alone on that bench, I felt tired.
My eyes began to slowly drift off, as I found myself falling asleep.
***
I was awakened by an awful smell.
The smoke was filling in my nose, making my eyes snap open immediately.
I looked around, noticing that the sky had gotten dark already, meaning that I had to be asleep for at least a good two hours.
I suddenly looked over to my side, jolting up as I watched Travis calmly take a drag out of his cigarette.
He glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to sleep on park benches, alone?"
I blinked at him surprisingly, before he tossed his cigarette on the concrete, rubbing it out with the sole of his boot.
I watched as he reached his pocket to light up another one.
Just as Travis was about to flick on his lighter, he stared at me carefully.
"Have you been sleeping?" he asked.
I glared at him, hating him for being so calm and collected.
"That doesn't matter." my voice was croaky from just waking up.
I noticed how Travis glanced over at me as I spoke, before gulping.
"Give me a cigarette." I demanded, holding my hand out.
I didn't know what I was doing- maybe I just wanted to prove something to Traivs.
Part of me wanted him to say no, but the other part of me wanted to forget it all.
Travis stared at me blankly, before letting out of puff of smoke.
"Here." he said, tossing me the entire packet. "Have fun."
You should talk to him.
A fit of cold shivers went sending down my spine, as I briefly closed my eyes.
Travis finally came to school for the first time today in the past week.
I gave him a short glance, but quickly looked away before he caught my gaze.
But, in that split second when my eyes flashed over to his, I noticed that he didn't look too well.
His hair was messier than usual, his face was pale and hollow, and there were dark, purple circles forming under his eyes.
My heart also sank when I saw that his shirt was wrinkled by the collar, and there was a little smudge of lipstick by his neck.
Throughout the entire day, I couldn't help but wonder if he had forgotten about me already.
I didn't want to think about it, but I knew that there was a possibility that Lola and Scarlet could've been right.
Travis was only playing with me- and threw me out because he got bored.
I gulped down the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes, as I continued walking home.
On my way home, I always passed by our neighborhood park.
In that park was the very bench that Travis and I used to sit at during late nights, and talk about anything; just anything.
I couldn't even stop myself before I realized that I was walking towards the empty bench.
My fingers trailed along the old, dry wood before I took a seat.
For the first time in days, just sitting alone on that bench, I felt tired.
My eyes began to slowly drift off, as I found myself falling asleep.
***
I was awakened by an awful smell.
The smoke was filling in my nose, making my eyes snap open immediately.
I looked around, noticing that the sky had gotten dark already, meaning that I had to be asleep for at least a good two hours.
I suddenly looked over to my side, jolting up as I watched Travis calmly take a drag out of his cigarette.
He glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to sleep on park benches, alone?"
I blinked at him surprisingly, before he tossed his cigarette on the concrete, rubbing it out with the sole of his boot.
I watched as he reached his pocket to light up another one.
Just as Travis was about to flick on his lighter, he stared at me carefully.
"Have you been sleeping?" he asked.
I glared at him, hating him for being so calm and collected.
"That doesn't matter." my voice was croaky from just waking up.
I noticed how Travis glanced over at me as I spoke, before gulping.
"Give me a cigarette." I demanded, holding my hand out.
I didn't know what I was doing- maybe I just wanted to prove something to Traivs.
Part of me wanted him to say no, but the other part of me wanted to forget it all.
Travis stared at me blankly, before letting out of puff of smoke.
"Here." he said, tossing me the entire packet. "Have fun."
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