Let's rewind a little...
What was Travis thinking when he met Tiffany???
*time warp noises*
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Friday...
"Yes, I'm at school," I reply, holding my phone up to my ear. I park the car in an empty parking space near the school building, "I just got here."
I push open the car door and step out as my mom continues to scold me with a thick New York accent, "Travis, I swear to god if you miss another day of school, I'm going to beat your ass."
"Yes, ma'am," I sigh, closing the car door, "I won't miss any more days..."
No promises...
"Good. Mamma ti voglio bene." She says, sweetly, in a light Italian accent now.
(Mamma ti voglio bene - Mamma Loves You)
Somehow, when she's pissed, she becomes a New Yorker...
It blows my mind every time...
Andrea Reel, aka my mom. She's a big-time Attorney, and always working on cases. I love her with everything in my heart, but she's always picking on me.
"Ti voglio bene," I smile, "Hey! Also, are you working late again today???"
"Sì. So, you'll have the house to yourself if Richard doesn't come over."
I frown, my mood ruined.
Ew.
Richard Hampton.
I don't particularly like him. He's my mom's boyfriend, and I can't stand him. He's a police officer, so he's always talking about peace and justice.
Like, okay, we get it. Peace and justice are great. Tell that to someone who cares.
"Alright. Bye." I groan, and Mom laughs at the other end of the phone.
"Bye, neonato."
(Neonato - Baby)
Hanging up, I sigh, slipping my phone into my back pocket. Looking around, I notice people walking toward the school building, laughing with their friends and whatnot. Some people stand near their cars taking turns hitting vapes and shit.
I frown, really considering just getting back in my car, and risking a brutal ass-whooping when I get home.
I don't like being at school, and if I were being completely honest, who does?
School is like being in prison except you only have to be at school for 8 hours at a time.
Nonetheless, it still sucks.
I pull at my black t-shirt, trying to cover the ink lines to the big eagle tat I have across my chest.
As soon as people see those lines, they start asking to see it.
That gets annoying...
I stroll through the parking lot, people shooting me glances and stares. I walk past a group of girls, and they instantly begin giggling. I roll my eyes at that and walk up the steps into the school building.
As soon as I enter, people start turning heads in my direction. Including teachers. I look around as I walk down the hall and grin.
People talk so much shit about me in this school, it's funny. Even the teachers talk shit.
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Teen Fiction"I can't believe I came out here to get you!!!" I turn around and find Travis standing over me, droplets rolling down his face and neck. He's soaked in water and his jeans look heavy due to the rain. I giggle and shout over the rain, "You didn't hav...
