Curly Headed Cutie (Original)

Chp. 27: "Have I ever told you..."

Later that night...

Tiffany's POV:

I lay in bed staring up at my ceiling, lost in thought. It's almost midnight, and I haven't gotten a wink of sleep yet.

Ever since Stormy, May, and I talked earlier about Travis, I can't seem to get him off my mind.

It's like he's running a marathon through my head...

I look to the photo of Mom on my dresser, and sigh, "This boy...is driving me crazy, Mom..." I yawn and grab my phone. I start texting Travis.

🥰Travis🥰

Me:

Hey! You didn't show up for school today! Just making sure you were okay!!!

I stare at the send button for a moment, feeling nervous.

Should I send it?

It's just a harmless message...

I shake my head and, before I know it, I press the backspace button. Feeling annoyed with myself, I set my phone back on my nightstand, and pull off my glasses. I set them on the nightstand too, and just roll over onto my other side.

I stare at the wall, sighing, pulling my blankets closer to me.

Just go to bed, Tiffany, you'll probably see him tomorrow...

I close my eyes, and suddenly, I hear a loud thump against my window. My eyes fly open, as I look over my shoulder at my window. The thumping continues, and I sit up.

I grab my glasses and slip them back onto my face. I hop out of bed and carefully make my way over to my window.

Hesitantly, I pull back my curtains and jump as my eyes meet his, "Travis?!"

"Holy shit! I found the right window!" He says excitedly, grinning. I look him up and down as he looks around.

He's shirtless.

I blush profusely as Travis then asks, pointing to the lock, "Hey! C-Can you o-open your window? I need to t-tell you somethin'."

His words sound slurred...

Don't tell me...

I slowly open my window and stare up at him, eyes narrowed, "Travis, what are you-" "I'm-I'm quitting for you. Okay? I'm going to-to stop street-fighting for money...for you, Princess.."

He then leans over and whispers in my ear; the smell of alcohol coming off his breath, "D-Don't tell the boys I said that! They don't know I left the match and drove here..."

Did he say street-fighting???

For money??

What the hell is he talking about?!

"You quit...fighting...for money???" I ask, confused. He nods, smiling goofily at me, "YEAH!!! I did it for you, Princess..." I stare at him at a complete loss for words.

If you remember, there's a rumor going around about Travis being a street-fighter. I just assumed that that was a lie seeing as so many of the rumors are.

But now, I see that this is a true statement because he told me himself.

He stares back with a blank expression on his face before he suddenly blurts, "Well! I'm going home! That's all I wanted to say!" He turns to stumble away, and I panic.

"WHOA!!" I snap, coming back to reality. I grab his arm pulling him back, and he looks at me questionably, "You can't go home like this! What about your Mom??!"