You're My Idiot |Tratie

Chapter 5

The pic at the top is also completely unrelated, but everyone likes a nice pin so why not?

Oh, and Percy of the pin, it's dam smoothie, not damn smoothie.

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KATIE POV

"You looked pretty close to Travis today at swordplay." Miranda told me at lunch.

"Yeah, because we're friends." I repeated for what seemed like the fiftieth time.

"You sure you're not a bit more than that?" She asked me again.

"No." I assured her. "I do not like him."

"The pink rising in your cheeks says otherwise."

I glared at her.

"Just saying." She mumbled, grinning brightly.

"But even if I did, he doesn't like me back." I argued. "So there's really no point in it anyway."

"OH MY GODS SHE ADMITTED IT!" Miranda squealed.

"I didn't." I defended myself. "It was only a hypothesis."

"Uh huh." Miranda teased. "And I'm supposed to believe that."

The truth was... I didn't even know.

Did I like Travis? As in, like like him?

I think I did.

But even if it were like that, we weren't meant to be. I knew that much. We were much better off as friends than as... well, something else.

So there wasn't really much to do about it, except enjoy our friendship. And I was planning to do that.

Lunch ended after a while and Miranda left the pavilion with one of our siblings, leaving me alone.

As I walked towards the Cabins for the two-hour break, I nearly jumped out of my shin when someone pushed a piece of paper into my hand.

I looked up. It was Travis. His blue eyes grinned mischievously and he was smirking like he usually did before a prank.

"Read this when you're alone." He winked before jogging towards the Cabins.

I watched him leave and then I left the jumbled mass of Campers returning to their Cabins and walked in the other direction, until I was on my own.

I opened the folded up piece of paper and I saw Travis's scribbly handwriting.

Meet me behind the arena right now.
You're pranking Connor with me.
So he can pay for forcing us to spar together this morning.
-Travis

I chuckled and decided I'd give it a try. Why not? It wasn't a crime to prank Travis's annoying brother.

I subtly made my way to the arena and found Travis standing behind it.

"What's that?" I asked him, pointing to the bag in his hand.

"Green spray paint." He answered, grinning. "Now, Connor has used purple one on me last week. I needed to get my revenge."

"And what is my part in it all?" I asked.

"You have to distract him." He told me.

"Yeah, so you can just spray paint me too." I scoffed.

"Just stay away from him and you'll be fine!" He reassured me.

"I'm still not convinced." I said, shaking my head. "But tell me the rest of your plan."