Travis Maddox. Your eyes keep wiggling around. Travis feigned insult. A smile. Shepley threw a french fry at his cousin. A few more girls followed behind him, giggling and running their fingers through their hair to get his attention. He opened the door for them, and they nearly squealed in delight. America laughed.
America nodded and he shook his head. Do I look like one of the Barbie twins to you? Consider yourself warned. America waved, leaving with Shepley as I walked to my afternoon class. I squinted one eye from the bright sun, gripping my backpack straps. Eastern was exactly what I hoped it would be; from the smaller classrooms to the unfamiliar faces.
It was a new start for me; I could finally walk somewhere without the whispers of those who knew—or thought they knew—anything about my past. I sat my backpack on the floor, and collapsed into the chair, bending down to fish my laptop from my bag. When I popped up to set it on my desk, Travis fell into the next desk.
He chewed on a pen and smiled, undoubtedly his most charming. I shot a disgusted look at him. A small group of girls were staring at me, and I noticed an empty chair in the center. Travis leaned so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. You should give up, now. I just wanna hang out. How do you ever get laid talking like that? A residual smile lingered on his face, making the dimple in his cheek sink in.
The more he smiled, the more I wanted to hate him, and yet it was the very thing that made hating him impossible. Travis grinned and relaxed into his chair. As the hour progressed, he alternated between yawning and leaning against my arm to look at my monitor. I made a concentrated effort to ignore him, but his proximity and the muscles bulging from his arm made it difficult.
He picked at the black leather band around his wrist until Chaney dismissed us. I hurried out the door and down the hall. Just when I felt sure I was a safe distance, Travis Maddox was at my side. I paused, recoiling from her sugary tone, and then walked around her. She babbled in a higher octave for a bit longer until he was next to me once again. Pulling a lighter from his pocket, he lit a cigarette and blew out a thick cloud of smoke.
Oh yeah I rounded the corner to see America standing with Finch outside our dormitory. His round eyes offset his long, lean features, and his bleached hair was usually fashioned into a spike at the front. Jesus, Abby, since when did you start fishing in the deep end?
America pulled the gum from her mouth in a long string. Sleep with him? He promised to quit bugging me if I said yes. You look homeless! My hair was piled on top of my head in a messy bun.
The idea had come to me hours before that either way, unattractive was the best plan. Ideally, Travis would be instantly turned off and stop his ridiculous persistence. If he was looking for a buddy, I was aiming for too homely to be seen with. America rolled down her window and spit out her gum. Shepley opened the door, laughing as I walked in.
America followed Shepley into his room. The door closed and I stood alone, feeling out of place. I sat in the recliner closest to the door, and kicked off my flip flops. Their apartment was more aesthetically pleasing than the typical bachelor pad. I smiled and pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose, waiting for him to recoil at my appearance.
How hard can a two page essay on Grant be? I raised an eyebrow. I watched Travis with a dubious expression and his eyebrows shot up. I was awarded half my tuition.
But there are books, living expenses, and I gotta come up with the other half some time. If you need help with anything, just ask. I can write a paper. I made a face and he chuckled. If they swing, I move. Where did you learn to fight? Dad quit drinking, the brothers grew up.
He smiled his boyish, amused grin, and I turned up my anger a notch, hoping it would cover my unease. I was experiencing more of a disorientated, nauseous feeling than giggly infatuation, and the harder he worked to make me smile, the more unsettled I felt.
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