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  1. lollipopx3 lollipopx3
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    Chapter 35
    I stared at Travis with disbelief, as he slapped his pack of cigarettes down onto my palm.
    My lips parted, as I blinked unconsciously at the rectangular box that just fit in my hands.
    Travis looked away from me, before blowing out another gust of smoke.
    My heart was slowly sinking, as I felt myself holding in my breath.
    Did Travis honestly not care if took a smoke or not?
    After all this time I spent trying to convince Travis to cut off on the nicotine, he was actually going to let me take one myself?
    My blood began to boil, as I glared at Travis.
    I hastily went over to rip the cover off of the pack of cigarettes, as I shoved one in my mouth.
    It hasn't even been lit yet, and I hated the taste of it already.
    "Lighter." I demanded.
    Travis gave me a short glance, before letting out a deep breath of air.
    He reached into his pocket, taking out a solid black lighter.
    My heart was racing as the lighter was held closer and closer towards me, until it reached the tip of my cigarette.
    Travis hesitated, staring me dead in the eye.
    I didn't look away, afraid of showing weakness.
    "I'm not letting you do this." he sighed, before tossing the lighter off to the ground, sending it flying across the concrete.
    With one hard tug, he pulled the cigarette from my mouth, smushing it with his foot.
    "Is there something wrong with you?" he asked, his breath smelling of heavy smoke. "Why the hell in the right mind would you even consider smoking?"
    I glared at him, pushing his shoulder back so that he would back away from me.
    "Shut up, Travis." I hissed. "You should've let me had that one cigarette. I mean, it wouldn't kill me, would it?" I snapped, repeating the same words he used towards me weeks ago.
    Travis stared at me, long and hard.
    I saw his green orbs soften for just a short second, before they snapped back to being harsh and cold.
    "Riley, I care about you, that's all." he said lowly, sending shivers down my spine.
    I closed my eyes, pushing myself off the bench.
    I stared at him one last time with teary eyes, before shaking my head with a weak smile.
    "No, Travis." I whispered in a croaky tone. "You don't get to care about me."
    Before I got to see the reaction that Travis had, I turned my back on him.
    As my arms trembled by my sides, I walked away from him.
    One, two, three, four, fiv-
    A strong force pulled me backwards, as I felt my lips being pressed against Travis'.
    I didn't have to open my eyes to see who it was; I could tell by the smokey mint scent that Travis always had on him.
    His soft and warm lips morphed against mine, as he kissed me with need.
    I didn't know what to do but to kiss him back and wrap my arms around him, as he pulled my closer to his chest.

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    Chapter 33
    "You know, he's turned into his grumpy self again since you guys stopped talking." Dylan said, once I finished speaking.
    I raised an eyebrow, scoffing. "Wasn't he always this grumpy?"
    Dylan licked his lips, before shrugging. "I guess so." he paused. "But, ever since he met you, he stopped being so hard all of the time. Everyone's noticed that he's stopped smoking for the first time in years, but he just recently started it up again. I think you're the reason why he caved."
    I stared down at my mug of coffee, which was now getting colder and colder by the minute.
    I wrapped my fingers around the cup, trying to get as much heat as I could from it.
    I hadn't even been close enough to Travis this past week to notice if he's started smoking again.
    Occasionally, I would sneak glances over at him, but they would never last long enough for me to notice any evident changes in his features.
    Also, he's only come to school twice since we've seperated our ways.
    "You should talk to him." Dylan suddenly said, making my eyes snap at him.
    Was he absurd?
    Ever since I've realized that I had feelings for Travis, I could barely look him in the eyes, let alone speak to him.
    My head began to pound painfully, as Dylan offered me a weak smile.
    "Listen, my shift is starting up again in a minute." he said. "I'll see you sometime, but think about what I said, okay?"
    Dylan stared at me hesitantly, before getting up to go back to work.
    Travis' Point of View
    "Travis, your father and I get back home for the first time in weeks and we find out that you haven't been going to school?" my mother scolded the second she saw me still in my bed the next morning.
    I groaned, wishing that she would stop talking already.
    I was out last night, and had a few too many drinks.
    My head was killing me right now, and I couldn't think straight.
    My mother suddenly paused, sniffing the air.
    Her high nose scrunched up in disgust, before she shot me a glare. "Is that alcohol I smell?" she snapped, crossing her arms. "That's it, Travis. Get up, you're going to school right now."
    "My head hurts too much to learn." I muffled in my pillow.
    My mother picked me up from the back collar of my shirt, lifting my head up.
    "I don't care, Travis Kapone." she hissed. "You're going to school, no matter what."
    I glared at her with tired eyes, before I rolled over in bed, faced up.
    "Hurry up, I'll be waiting in the car to drive you today." my mother nodded shortly, before closing the bedroom door behind her.
    I can't believe that she was actually making me to go school with a hangover.
    I can't believe that she was making me go to school in general.
    If I went to school, then I would have to see Riley.
    I don't think I could control myself if I even looked at her.

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    Chapter 30
    Travis' Point of View
    "You aren't stoned this time." I pointed out glumly when Dylan asked me to meet him at the local diner.
    It was late at night, and the place was completely empty, with the expection of the waitress, who had fallen asleep on the counter.
    "Shut up." Dylan muttered, letting out a long sigh.
    Rolling my eyes, I leaned over to table to find out what Dylan wanted from me this time. "Do you need more money or something?" I asked. "Because I already told you before, Dylan, I can't keep-"
    "I don't need money." Dylan cut me off, shooting me a glare. "Your expectations aren't too high of me, are they?"
    I clenched my jaw, suddenly feeling anger towards my adoptive brother.
    "What the hell do you mean by that?" I spat under my breath. "Am I supposed to think highly of you if you're on drugs every time I see you?"
    Dylan stared down at his fingers with shame, as I felt my chest heaving up and down.
    I fumbled in my pocket, looking for my pack of cigarettes.
    Cigarettes always eased me down and kept my life out of stress.
    But then, I suddenly remembered that I made a promise to Riley that I wasn't going to smoke anymore.
    I cursed under my breath, as I shut my eyes close.
    Riley sure made a loyal man out of me.
    "I want to come home, Travis." Dylan suddenly said so lowly under his breath, I wasn't sure if I heard him right.
    I choked on my own saliva, staring at Dylan with disbelief.
    Right when Dylan turned eighteen, he moved out of our house and went to crash over to one of his druggie friend's trailer, a few towns away.
    The place he was staying was dangerous, and I knew from experience.
    What the hell made him want to come back now?
    "You want to what?" I repeated.
    Dylan let out a dramatic breath of air, before he ran a hand through his blonde hair.
    "I'm twenty now, Travis. My life is going no where, and I'm surviving off of the money I get for selling crack. I just want to go home and restart things."
    I blinked hard, wondering what my mother and father would think of it.
    A part of me thinks that Dylan would get kicked out the moment he steps in, but another part of me thinks that my parents will welcome him with opened arms.
    "Crap, Dylan." I muttered. "I don't know."
    Dylan gave me knowingly weak smile, before nodding slowly. "Why not?" he asked teasingly. "Is it because your new girlfriend's preoccupied your life?"
    My eyes snapped to him, as I immediately thought of Riley.
    "Riley isn't my girlfriend." I said quickly, shooting him a glare.
    Dylan rolled his eyes. "Right, Travis." he mumbled sarcastically. "Riley is hot and single, why don't you just date her already?"
    I stayed quiet, sighing down at my hands that were locked.
    "Are you scared?" Dylan suddenly asked.
    I held in my breath, before letting out an exaggerated breath of air.

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  6. lollipopx3 lollipopx3
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    Chapter 29
    My living room was completely dark, with the exception of the dimmed light coming from the television.
    Travis' arm was around me, pulling me in close to his chest.
    I listened to every heartbeat of his, barely paying attention to the movie that the two of us had picked out.
    Travis, on the other hand, had his gaze glued on the screen.
    I stared up, noticing that his forest green eyes reflected the images from the television.
    I gulped, before licking my lips.
    To even think that Travis had once been with Scarlet made me cringe.
    I never thought of the two of them being a couple, but who knew?
    I never thought that I would've fallen for Travis, either.
    My hands trembled, as I suddenly felt insecure about myself.
    If Scarlet said that her and Travis had once slept together, and Travis didn't deny it, that meant that he was experienced.
    I, on the other hand, haven't even had my first kiss yet.
    Sighing, I thought about just how pathetic I was compared to Travis.
    "You okay?" Travis whispered, his hot breath tickling the nape of my neck. "You've been off in your own world for the past few minutes."
    I looked up at Travis, staring at the way his lips moved every time a word escaped his mouth.
    He suddenly caught my gaze, making my cheeks turn flush red.
    I stared back down at my tangled fingers, as I heard a soft chuckle above me.
    "Riley," Travis said in a teasing tone, suddenly sending shivers down my spine, "were you staring at my lips?"
    I clenched my jaw, as I shot a glare up at Travis, who was now smirking down at me with satisfaction. "No." I stubbornly muttered.
    Travis laughed obnoxiously, as if he knew I was lying.
    I suddenly felt him pulling me up, as our faces met each others.
    He had a playful smirk across his rosy red lips, as he tilted my chin up with his index finger.
    "Are you sure about that?" he breathed, his hands suddenly brushing my hair away from my neck.
    My heart was hammering against my chest at just our close proximity, as I gulped.
    "I'm sure." my voice came out high and unconvincing.
    Travis suddenly licked his lips, only tempting me more. "I don't believe you." he whispered. "Are you sure you don't to kiss me?"
    I blinked, as I watched Travis' eyes twinkle with amusement.
    I finally came to realization that Travis had no intention of kissing me.
    He wanted to tease me- that was all.
    I decided to press my hands up against his chest, to push him away.
    But, before I could, I felt his heart beat under my hands.
    I almost gasped when they were fast- just like mine were.
    Did he want to-
    A suddenly quacking noise filled the room, making me spring away from Travis.
    Travis groaned, as he dug in his pocket.
    "I knew I should've changed that ringtone ages ago." Travis cursed under his breath, as I started to laugh.

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    Chapter 28
    I hadn't even realized that Scarlet and I have disconnected ever since she confessed to me that she and Travis were together at one point in their lives.
    I finally noticed that the two of us haven't been as close when I saw her sitting in lunch with all of her friends from cheerleading.
    She had her strawberry blonde locks tied in a ponytail, with a bow in the center that had our school colors on it.
    She was wearing her cheerleading uniform, and had her pom poms on her lap.
    "Hi, Scarlet." I approached her, as everyone at her table stopped talking to stare at me in disgust.
    Scarlet cleared her throat, before she gave me a tight smile. "Riley," she gritted through her teeth, "I didn't know that you still thought I exist."
    Her words pierced through me like bullets, as I held in a shaky breath.
    A bunch of the girls sitting around her laughed, giving me disgusted snickers.
    "How do you leave Scarlet in the dark for some delinquent?" Lola, the cheer captain asked, raising an eyebrow.
    My lip quivered, as I looked over at Scarlet, who didn't even dare to look me in the eyes.
    Her focus was on the three sticks of celery that she had in front of her tray.
    "You've got to admit, though." a red head suddenly piped up. "Travis Kapone is a hot piece of meat."
    Lola smirked, rolling her eyes. "Obviously." she stared at her manicured fingers. "I just don't understand why he would go for a tramp like Riley, when he could have one of us."
    I saw Scarlet narrowing her eyes at Lola, before she cleared her throat.
    "Why don't you just leave, Riley?" she muttered under her breath.
    My heart was pounding, as I stared at my best friend in disbelief.
    Was this the end of our friendship?
    We've been with each other since middle school, and she was just throwing it all out.
    "By the way, Riley, you've got something on your face." Lola pointed out, before she picked up can of diet soda from her tray.
    Before I knew it, the soda splashed all over me, dripping me from head to toe.
    By now, the entire lunch room had their heads turned my way, laughing.
    My cheeks turned bright red, as tears threatened to spill from my eyes.
    "Coke isn't a cute color on you!" the red head shouted, as I ran out of the cafeteria.
    I went home earlier that day so that I could wash all of that sticky Coke out of my hair.
    Just an hour after I left school grounds, there was a ring at my doorbell.
    Travis stood by my doorway, hands shoved in his pockets.
    He chose today, again, to not where a shirt under his hoodie, revealing his tattoos.
    "Travis," I muttered, staring down at the ground, "what are you doing here?"
    Travis didn't say anything, as he invited himself in my house.
    He looked around, before nodding slowly.
    "So, is this how a normal house looks like?" he asked, referring to the fact that he practically lived in a mansion.
    "Pretty much." I mumbled. "It's nothing compared to your house. I mean, your house is all big and you have a hot tub in your backyard, oh and that-"
    "So, do you want to watch a movie or what?" Travis cut me off, raising an eyebrow.
    I stared at him with disbelief for a moment, until I felt the corners of my lips tug up.
    "Stop smiling and drooling over me and pick out a movie." Travis smirked.

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  10. lollipopx3 lollipopx3
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    Chapter 27
    I laid in Travis' bed, where his arms were snaked around my waist.
    The two of us felt right together.
    In his arms, I felt infinite.
    I felt safe and secure, like I could be whoever I wanted to be without being judged by someone.
    I was also a hundred percent sure that Travis felt the same way about me, since he has told me before that he liked that I hadn't criticized him the way most people did.
    The only thing I wasn't sure about was if he returned the same feelings that I had for him.
    Whenever I tried to ask him about it, I would always get choked up.
    My mouth went dry every time I opened my mouth to ask him about it, and my heart would start beating in an irregular rate.
    "You're shaking." Travis suddenly muttered into my hair, pulling me back a little bit. "Are you cold?"
    I hadn't even realized that I was trembling until he pointed it out.
    Plastering a forced smile upon my lips, I shook my head. "I'm fine."
    Travis looked at me hesitantly, as if he knew that I was lying.
    But, he decided to not say anything.
    He pulled me back into his chest tightly, the back of my head buried in his neck.
    Closing my eyes, I breathed in his musky scent that I grew to love.
    "This feels right." Travis suddenly whispered, making my snap my eyes open.
    Pulling away from him, I rolled over so that my face was facing his.
    I frowned, licking my lips. "What do you mean?"
    Travis' eyes were closed, as his long lashes touched his cheeks.
    I bit in my lower lip, as my eyes trailed down to his rosy pink lips that were just slightly parted.
    "I'll never trust another girl the way I trust you." Travis muttered under his breath, as if he was talking in his sleep.
    I gulped the ball that was clogged up in my throat, as my fingers reached out to brush away the dark strand of hair that had fallen in his eyes.
    I took in a deep breath, noticing how badly I wanted to be the girl that he trusts so much.
    "Travis." I shook his shoulders, trying to get him to wake up.
    Travis barely stirred, as he knitted his eyebrows together. "Hm?" he hummed.
    My hands suddenly shook, as my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.
    Travis was half asleep, and I've never wanted to tell someone something as much as I wanted to tell him right now.
    "Travis, I-" I paused, letting out a short breath of air, "I love you."
    Travis didn't respond, and I took it to conclusion that he had fallen asleep.
    Sighing, I laid myself back down so that I was positioned in his arms.
    I closed my eyes, as my heart pounded rapidly against my chest from the confession I just made.
    I just admitted to Travis Kapone that I love him.
    It crushed me to the core that I was never going to find out how he felt about it.
    Travis' Point of View
    "I love you." I heard Riley whisper, just as I was about to knock out.
    I suddenly didn't feel so tired anymore, as my senses woke me up.
    Riley stayed silent for a moment, probably waiting for me to say something.
    But, I just couldn't.
    I guess she thought that I had fallen asleep, because I heard her sighing before she laid back in my arms, where she belonged.
    She finally fell asleep half an hour later, but I was still wide awake.
    I love you.
    Closing my eyes, I clenched my jaw.
    Riley couldn't love me.
    She was making a mistake.

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    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?"

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