Travis's POV:
"You and Tiffany were not here today!!" Stormy shouts, it echoing throughout the entrance of my house. I open my mouth to say something but she barges into my house.
I stumble back, as I turn to face her, "Yeah, so???" She whips around, glaring at me, "So!! Why?! She never misses!!"
That's true...
"Yeah, well, maybe she was sick," I shrug, about to close the front door. Suddenly, I feel the door push against me, and I jump. I look back and find a black boot wedged between the door the threshold.
I pull open the door and find Christian, Josh, and James glaring at me. I smile awkwardly at them, "Hey...my three favorite dumbasses?"
That sounded more like a question...
"You skipped out on us, you douchebag!!!" Josh shouts, angrily pushing the door open.
I stumble backward as the 3 walk-in, shouting, "WE HAD A MATCH YESTERDAY!!!"
"AND YOU DIDN'T SHOW UP!!"
"THE HELL DID YOU GO?!!"
"WHAT MATCH?!" Stormy asks, her long black hair falling over her shoulder.
I look from James, Josh, and Christian to Stormy, awkwardly, feeling overwhelmed, "Well, I, um..."
And currently, I'm being yelled at for not knowing where Tiffany is and skipping out on 'da boys' night...
Fun...
"I didn't..." I stammer, as they all glare at me, "I just...fucking...I don't know!! I didn't want to do it!!"
"Why's that?!!" Christian asks, harshly. "You promised!!!" Josh whines, face stern, "I was embarrassed as shit walking away from that match!!! Someone called me fat!!!"
"That's completely irrelevant as to why we came over here!!" James shouts, shoving him. Josh frowns, going quiet.
"And you!!" Jamie says, pointing at me now, "We get that you didn't want to do it anymore and that was your last one, but where the fuck did you drive away to drunk?! That's what I'm concerned about!!!"
"I drove....home??"
Me and my questionable answers...
"LIES!!!!" Christian says, also pointing at me. "AND SCANDAL!!!" Josh chimes in, pointing a shaky finger at me.
I look to him, then to his finger as it continues to shake, "You okay? What's with the shaky-" "THIS ISN'T ABOUT ME?!!" Josh interrupts, aggressively.
I nod slowly, as Jamie asks, "Well?! Spill!!!"
I sigh, scratching my neck, "I drove to Tiffany's house last night..." They all gasp, eyes wider than saucers.
"WHOA!!!!" Stormy shouts, jumping into the conversation, "What match?! What do you mean you drove to Tiffany's house?!"
"Who drove to Tiffany's house?!" May says, poking her head into the house, face contorted with concern. I groan, rubbing my hair out my face, "YES! I drove to Tiffany's drunk last night!! Are you happy?!"
"Why???" Josh asks, looking me up and down, "Y'all didn't do the do, did you?"
"NO!!!"
"Damn...I was hopeful too..." Stormy grumbles, crossing her arms, pouting. "Why did you drive to Tiffany's?" Jamie asks, brushing off that last comment.
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Curly Headed Cutie (Original)
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...
