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(Travis)
Travis was awoken to the sound of his father banging in his bedroom door, right on schedule. At this point, it was a part of his morning routine. “Travis, wake up. Time to go,” He demanded before his heavy footsteps moved away from his door.
“Ghmnnn..” Travis groaned as he sat up in his bed. Sluggishly heading for the bathroom, he started getting up and ready for school that day.
The lights flickered on as he started to get ready for the day. Travis pulled off his “night-shirt,” replacing it with a nice collared button up shirt, then overlaid a slightly baggy sweater over it. Don’t look at the bruises as you change, and make sure you look neat. Two- of many- rules Travis had in place. But- dammit he broke one of them today. He accidentally had gotten a glimpse of himself in his full-length mirror. His face was marked with purple bruises around his right eye. His ribcage was covered in similar bruises, his arms with red marks he had placed there himself. His thighs weren’t much different.
Nothing a few bandages couldn’t fix.
He had to force his eyes away from his disgusting.. freakish self in order to quickly finish getting ready. Travis made sure he had followed the second rule, though. If he didn’t, it would have much harsher repercussions than the first. He had to look neat. Had to look clean. If not.. he would be seriously fucked up.
As he started to head downstairs, Travis put on his necklace, kissing the cross pendant at the bottom before tucking it in safely in his sweater.
“Travis!” His father boomed from downstairs, startling Travis a bit. “Get down here soon, or you’re going to have to walk your ass to school.”
“Alright, I’m coming down now,” He yelled back.
“Watch your tone,” His father warned him for- no good reason honestly.
“Okay, sorry, sir,” He replied, simply complying. He was not trying to start anything right now.
Travis grabbed everything else he needed for the day and shoved them into his backpack before he rushed downstairs. He really didn’t want to see his father this morning, especially after last night. So, he did the only logical thing he could think of. He ran out of the house without any breakfast, calling out to his dad, “I’m leaving for school. I decided to just walk myself.” Luckily, he made it out of the house before his father could reply. That prick is so damn annoying.
Travis walked to school alone again, but prefered this way of getting to school over all others. Specifically much over having his father drive him. It’s the equivalent of being trapped in a small, enclosed space with the spawn of Satan himself.
Finally arriving at school, though it really doesn’t take that long to get from his house to the school, Travis went straight to his locker. He had hoped not to see a certain somebodies that morning, but stupid him had forgotten that their lockers were placed so painfully close together. A stoner, disgusting slob, a ginger, nerd, and faggot all rolled up into one, a gross lebian bitch, and- probably the worst of all to Travis, a blue haired, short, freak.
God, why do our lockers just have to be placed like this??
Out of the entire group, the blue haired annoyed him the most. Sal Fisher, aka Sally Face. Practically everything that he did had aggravated him. Why? He couldn’t really say why for sure. Ugh just- get your books then go. Travis reminded himself, trying to brush them off. But, things just can't be that simple, huh?
(Sal)
“Dude, dont go over there,” Larry had warned Sal.
“Didn’t you see his eye? The way he was wincing a bit as he walked?” Sal had protested.
“The guy gets in a lot of fights, Sally. It wouldn’t be too surprising if he got into it with someone who might’ve taken it further than Travis was expecting,” Todd said, inputting his information.
“Not to mention hes a fucking jerk that hurts you all the time, Sal-” Ash said, only to be cut off by Sal.
“I know! But.. I can’t just help thinking that there's something… else. I don’t think he’s really the bad guy he's convinced to be..” His statement was followed by a series of eyerolls. “Ugh- Y’know what-” Sal added on before quickly turning to move across the hall. He heard his friends call out to him, but it was too late. His mind was already set. It wasn’t like he was doing anything.. Too crazy. Just saying a simple good morning to him. He also knew that there was a good chance this wasn’t going to end too well..
He approached the tall blonde with a smile, though it was hard to tell with his mask. On the other hand, the corners of his eyes squinted a bit, indicating to others he was indeed smiling under his prosthetic. “Good morning, Travis,'' he said, approaching him. As he did, he started to study his face. The way his face lit up in surprise whenever he spoke. The subtle flinch from the probably sudden noise. It really was evident he was going through something. But.. what? Sal’s curiosity had a history of getting the best of him, too.
“Ugh- What do you want, freak?” Travis nastily asked him, his face twisted as if he had smelt something unpleasant.
“Umm.. Nothing. I was just trying to be polite and say good morning-”
“Get the fuck away from me, queer. I don’t know what you’re trying to start right now,” He snapped back, slamming his locker.
Sal looked at him a bit confused, completely ignoring the homophobic insult thrown at him. “‘Trying to start’? I’m not trying to “start” anything with you, Travis, honestly.”
“Ugh- Whatever just, get the hell away-“ He said, balling his hand up into a fist. “I don’t need your homo self around me.” But before Sal could say anything else to him, Travis shoved past him, making his way down the hall.
“What’s his damage?” Larry asked, coming out from behind Sal. Apparently, the rest of the group was watching their interaction- just in case anything started. Sal wasn’t expecting anything less.
“Don’t know.. but I really do feel like he’s going through something..”
“Why do you care so much?” Ash questioned him. I.. don’t know. Why do I…? Sal asked himself, but before he could give an answer to Ash, the bell rang.
“Well, see you guys later,” Sal said before departing the group, heading to his first period of the day. What's first again anyways..? Oh- fuck. Calc. With him. Shit.