"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
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
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
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
"Listen, my shift is starting up again in a minute." he
said. "I'll see you sometime, but think about what I
Dylan stared at me hesitantly, before getting up to go back to
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
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
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,
"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
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