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Wednesday, May. 1993; Nockfell High
DATE SET THE DAY AFTER THE BOLOGNA INCIDENT
TRAVIS POV
It's Wednesday. The worst day. The day where you're most tired, as it's neither the beginning nor the end of the week.
I open the entrance door and walk to my locker.
Geez, I hate this school. The moment I open the door I can hear how fucking noisy everyone is. Can't they keep it down? It's seven in the morning for fuck sake.
I sigh and open my locker.
I really hope Sal forgot about yesterday. It'd be really fucking embarrassing if he actually wanted to hang out with me. I don't need his pity. I don't NEED anyone!
I shut my locker angrily, after taking out a binder.
"Hey Travis!" I hear a familiar voice.
I pause
Mother fucker.
I whip my head around, and tilt my head to meet his eyes, cracking my knuckles inadvertently.
"Hm? Hey Sally Face." I say, quickly, breaking eye contact.
He tilts his head.
"Hey- you okay? You seem a bit... out of it?
"Yeah, I'm fine? What makes you say that?"
...
I put my hands down.
Why are we just sitting in silence like this now? Why is he talking to me in the first place? I don't want him talking to me. I want him to go away... but it would be rude turning him away after he was so nice to me yesterday.
I want to ask, I want to say thank him, but all I manage to get out is...
"Okay, bye."
I turn on my heel and rush past him, my eyes on my feet as I walk.
"Hey, wait!"
I stop abruptly.
"I'm sorry if I'm making you feel uncomfortable. I mean, we don't HAVE to hang out if you don't want to. I know you never asked to be followed around by me, just saying I'm here if you need me." he says in a discontented tone.
I raise my head.
I don't want to make him feel bad, why can't I just say what I want to say? This is so frustrating. I don't wanna seem like a dick.
"It's fine, you're fine. Cya, fudgepacker." I call out.
I drop my head, and once again start walking. As I leave the hall, I hear Sal call out behind me.
"See you at lunch, Travis!"
Maybe tomorrow will be better.