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Chapter Seventeen


“He’s coming,” Sky whispered into my ear making me groan. Paul gave me a worried look, but I ignored it and settled with resting my head on the table. It was lunch, and I thought Travis would have the decency not to approach me in a crowd.

“Alex?” I heard Travis’ voice call over my head soon after.

“It’s Alexander,” I muttered, raising my head up.

“Come on, Alex is short for—”

“Don’t shorten my name as a form of endearment, please,” I stated firmly before resting my head back down on the table. There was silence for a while. I took that as a sign that he was gone and raised my head.

“Finally,” I groaned, raising my hands towards the heavens in thanks.

“You really can’t continue like this,” Sky said, taking a bite from her burger. I nodded. She was right. This harassment just had to stop.

“He’ll get over it — soon,” I said, pushing my tray aside, completely losing my appetite from the encounter.

Sky snorted. “I highly doubt that,” she said, airing her thoughts before giving me a sorry look. I nodded towards her in understanding. I really didn’t know how to handle the situation.

“Cheer up, you can still move to the other side of the planet—”

“Sky, this isn’t a joke,” I said, cutting in. She’s been bringing that up for a few days now, and it wasn’t funny anymore.

“Don’t get mad at me. You brought this upon yourself,” She said waving her burger at me.

“Paul, what do you think his line of action should be?” Sky asked, getting bored of her conversation with me. Paul looked up from his notes, looking from Sky to me.

“I don’t know,” he muttered, looking back down at his notes. Since I’ve met Paul, I’ve had an odd feeling he’s scared of me. More or less that is.

Sky shrugged, and we all took it as the end of the conversation. The rest of lunch went by peacefully, as well as the classes afterward... Well, until Travis appeared at the entrance of the Applied Art homeroom ten minutes to the end of the class.

“You’re on your own in this one,” Sky said just loud enough for me to hear as the bell went. And true to her words she picked up her bag and abandoned me to be all on my own with Travis. Once again I will state this; friends are useless.

“What?” I asked as Travis blocked my way as I attempted to bypass him. The teacher had left ahead of us, leaving me to my doom.

“I want to talk,” he slurred, cornering me again as I tried once more to escape. Maybe I should have taken P.E.

“We’re doing that,” I stated, trying once again to escape.

“Stop that, I’m not a soccer player for nothing,” Travis said, taking a hold of my shoulders. I groaned, giving up before looking straight at him. Better to get this over with.

I frowned, sighing in defeat. He’s annoying, so unbelievably annoying.

“Look,” he began, letting go of my shoulders before looking down at his feet. “I don’t care if you’re going to treat me badly, like some sort of defense—”

“I’m the bad guy now?” I scoffed sarcastically.

“I didn’t say you were—”

“You destroyed my relationship and I’m the bad guy?!” I barked before covering my forehead with my hand in an attempt to cool down.

“I don’t think a relationship where you go around kissing other guys is exactly what people describe as the shit!” He yelled too, his face twisted in an irritated look.

“What in the world would you know, huh? Mr. I discovered my sexuality, what? Two months ago?” I countered, gracing him with a look over.

“I just want a chance...” He trailed, looking straight at me. His eyes were dark and angry looking, like he was deciding whether or not to pound an object. AKA me into the wall.

“Look,” I said, trying to calm him down. No matter how it may seem, I am indeed all brains and no brawn and I am not in any position to defend myself against anything slightly bigger than a tabby cat.

“I’m just frustrated and angry. Can we do this talking thing later? Now isn’t exactly a good time.” I suggested calmly. He gave me a look before shaking his head in a ‘no’ gesture.


“Um, so...” I trailed, trying to slip past him. I gasped, suddenly been pulled back with force and slammed into the concert wall. I slipped down in shock, registering the feeling of the collision of the back of my head with the wall.

“Shit!” I cursed, holding on to my head with my hands.

“Shit!” I cursed again, curling up into a ball. When was the last time this happened to me... Middle school?

I groaned, not able to think straight. My eyes were blurred with unshed tears, and the demonic pounding in my head was sending my body into shock mood.

“Damn it! I didn’t mean to do this, shit!” I heard Travis groan, as warm hands took a hold of my head.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he cooed, rubbing the back of my head rhythmically with the base of his palm. I leaned into him, accepting the sympathy, but jumped back in fear at the feeling of him kissing my neck.

“Don’t do that!” I yelled, crawling away from him. I didn’t give a damn if all I could see of him was blurs of blonde and cream. I just wanted to get away from him.

He muttered a small apology before letting go of me.

“I blew it, didn’t I?” he asked, sighing afterward.

“Alex I...”

“Just, just stay silent for now please,” I begged, trying to shut out the pain in my head. He kept silent and after a minute or two I regained my sight.

“Sorry,” he said as he watched me blink rhythmically as a test run.

“You’re out to kill me, aren’t you?” I asked, reaching out for my glasses that had fallen off.

He looked away in guilt. “It wasn’t meant to go this far,” he said, brushing his hair back.

“Whatever.” I shrugged, adjusting my glasses on the bridge of my nose.

“You know, all I wanted to ask you is if you’d go out with me this weekend; on Saturday, to see a movie maybe?” he asked as a light blush rushed across his features. I gapped in disbelief. He almost killed me, and now he’s asking me out?

“If I say yes will you let me be?” I asked, deciding to play safe. I adjusted my seating position on the floor, arranging the books that had fallen over into a stack beside me.

“Well, yes...” He trailed watching me. I would have guessed he would have been tired of squatting, but he seems to be quite insistent on getting in my face.

“Okay, I’ll meet you at the smoothie shop a few blocks from the cinema at three,” I said getting up with my book. He stood up too, giving me a look to confirm my honesty.

“I am not lying, I promise,” I said holding my hand up in a pledge.

“Okay, I’ll see you then,” he said as I slipped past him and walked as fast as possible away from him.

I moaned in pain, feeling the back of my head with a hand as I got to my locker. Lesson learned, never anger bull.


Thanks to my clean record my biology teacher couldn’t even comprehend giving me detention.

“If you say something kept you, I believe you.” He told me after the call, as I tried to explain my predicament without including Travis.

“Thanks, it won’t happen again,” I assured him before leaving the classroom. Biology was the last period of the day, and I had to find Paul and talk to him before Sky could meet up with us.

“Paul!” I called out, spotting him by his locker. He looked up at me, his brows knitted in confusion.

“Thank goodness. We have to talk.” I informed him briefly, pulling him by the shoulder as I got to him.

“My books...”

“We’ll come back for them,” I said, ignoring his pleas as I pulled him through the hallway and into an empty classroom. I immediately let go of him and he crunched gasping. I walked around the room, letting him catch his breath before throwing my request at him.

“Go out with Travis for me,” I said flatly. He looked at me as if I’d lost my mind.

“Please,” I begged, putting my hands together.

“I...Why?” he asked resting his hip against the teacher’s table.

“He asked me out on a date and I said yes due to the circumstances. I flipping regret it, and now I need your help.” I explained, not sure if I got my message through to him.


“Look, it’s nothing special. You just have to be at a specific place at a specific time, okay?” I pleaded with him.

“I don’t know...” He trailed looking away from me.

“Do you believe I am capable of committing murder?” I asked, coming up to him. He nodded looking down, as he played with the ropes of his hoodie.

“Well, that’s what’s going to happen if you let me spend a whole afternoon with him. He’ll be dead, out, never to be seen again!” I was fully aware of losing my cool, but I just didn’t care. Besides, maybe a little installed fear might work.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll do it!” He said, prying my hands off his shoulders.

“It’s just...” he trailed as his face softened.

“He asked you not me,” he said, biting his lower lip as he began to fidget with his fingers. I rolled my eyes, before flicking my finger on his forehead. He yelped before looking up at me with an irritated frown. I chuckled, looking down at him.

“Don’t act like you don’t want to go,” I said, making him move away from me as his face turned a crimson red.

I rolled my eyes at his reaction. “You know Sky’s mouth doesn’t exactly know the difference between private and public.”

At saying that, his face turned even redder.

“Come on, she told only me. You should be grateful. At least she did not announce the size of your briefs in the hallway,” I muttered, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

Paul chuckled slightly, remembering the incidence. I looked down at the floor feeling my cheeks burn. Damn, sometimes I just feel like rolling Sky into a ball and tossing her into the nearest garbage bin.

“It’s enough of that,” I said, making Paul’s chuckling turn into a forced smile.

“So, will you help?” I asked, making Paul blush suddenly as he muttered uncontrollably.

“Look, nothing horrific is going to happen,” I said taking a hold of his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. What I was saying was sort of hypocritical, considering I was avoiding the whole situation myself.

“Okay, I will. But I’m not sure things will go down well. You know, considering he doesn’t like me and all.” Paul said, fidgeting with his fingers.

“If he acts like an ass, walk away. But please, just try to survive twenty minutes with him.” I pleaded. Paul thought about it, before nodding. I sighed in relief.

“Thank you!” I said letting go of his shoulders before heading towards the classroom door. I couldn’t help feeling completely relived.

“And Paul,” I called out opening the door partly.

“Don’t be scared to be a little suggestive, it is a date,” I said, walking out before shutting the door behind me. I didn’t wait to see his reaction just walked through the hallway with a grin on my face. I’d gotten rid of a problem, well at least for now.

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