Sal's pov
(idk what day so.... Wednesday!!)
10:34 am
As I walk to our lockers with the crew, I see Larry glaring at Travis, and I sigh.
"Larry! Don't glare! You know I like him!", I whisper shout in his ear. He stops when Travis looks at him, and he gives him a small fake smile.
"So about the bologna, we might need to search Mrs. Packerton's room, or stuff.", Todd says, as we near our lockers.
"Are you sure, dude? I mean- What if we get caught?", Larry asks, clearly worried.
"Hmm.. I could do some things and like- connect to the security cameras. After all, I am the smart one.", he says, opening his locker.
"Hey!, I'm smart too, Todd!", Ash says gently punching him in the arm.
"Hey, Sal!", a voice says behind me.
I turn around and see its Travis. I hug him and reply with, "Hey, church boy! I'm sorry I didn't respond to your texts this morning.", He walks away and replies with, "It's okay, I don't mind!", he smiles.
Oh my fucking god, he's adorable. Larry interrupts my thoughts, by slightly punching me on the shoulder. It kinda hurt.
"What, Larry?", I ask him.
"Why do you even like him? He's so fucking annoying. I don't get it!", Larry says, making me honestly annoyed with him.
Travis's pov
(after he walked away from sal.)
I sigh, and walk to my locker. Inside are pictures of me and my mom, and I see something new in my locker, something I didn't shove in there. A neatly folded paper. I grab it, and read it.
It says: Look, you're probably wondering who wrote this. It's Larry, and you're so fucking annoying. I can't stand you, but you make my brother happy. Soo.... I won't be annoying you, unless you hurt him.
I shove it back in my locker and get my stuff. I walk to class, still happy from the nickname sal gave me. It was cute.
I go to sit in my seat, but Mrs. Packerton calls me up to her desk before I can sit.
I walk up to her seat, and she then whispers to me, "Can you tell your father that I need -------", My eyes widen. Is he- is he cheating on mom? I mean- mom hasn't been home lately because of work..
"I'm sorry to say, but he has a wife. When did you guys start talking?", I ask, trying to get info.
"Oh, he does? Well when we started talking is absolutely NONE of your business!", "Now go sit down!", she says, clearly flustered.
