Soul Scent SALLY FACE (This Updated Half Way Through)📝📼

Lonestar

I'm dearly sorry for the random Sal and Phillip kiss guys. I'm doing a new kinda story in this book yeah, m'kay cool. I guess this AU is called "Lonestar" since I don't wanna lose the views from this book I posted ages ago.

Still the same warnings, smoking, cussing, abuse yadda yah.

Travis' POV: "Travis YOU GOD DAMN GAY DISAPPOINTMENT, GET OUT OF YOUR FUCKING ROOM. GET OFF THE PHONE WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND!" Kenneth isn't the best Dad, he tests his luck too much, honestly, I never believed in god, so don't force me...' Dad'. I got up from my bed and rolled my eyes ignoring that annoying white man. My messy, probably bleach-damaged hair was all over the place, I got up to use the bathroom, feeling sharp pains from how painful Kenneth shows his 'love', hitting me. I got into the shower, wincing from the warm water on an exposed fresh cut I got from a plate I got pushed into last night.

Remy the Ratatoullie, aka Narrator: He put on a button-up and a black sweater, baggy jeans, and earrings he got from Phillip when he was younger, little stars. He dried and styled his hair, he did need a trim, and his hair was past his shoulders. He grabbed his backpack and went downstairs to the kitchen to grab his snacks and water, Travis walks out the door putting his wired earbuds in as the bus shortly enters the space in front of him. Travis walked to the back of the bus as kids were laughing and being the way they are, Travis looks out the window as the bus pulls up to Addison apartments.

Travis' POV: A tall figure with long dark hair and a strong off-scent of weed passed me sitting on the seat on my right. It was Larry, Larry was okay but I swear, sir just TAKE A SHOWER OR CHANGE YOUR CLOTHES! The cologne doesn't hide the fact you were smoking. Larry gets high to the point he can't read a clock and mixes the numbers.

The bus pulls up to the school after an intense ride of screaming and fighting, and kids LITERALLY ALMOST JUMPING OUT THE WINDOW, We made it to the high school, I'm a sophomore, I can't even believe I made it past 7th grade and didn't get held back in 8th or 9th. I was a football player but gah DAYUM I wasn't one of those broad chads in the movies. I have the standard electives needed, Im, taking Spanish, and art, and also surprisingly, call me a nerd but I originally wanted to try programming and coding stuff, I like the things I take though. There's this decent kid in my art class, and he wears a mask most of the time, I have seen people ask him a few times but he just says "Scars" and I've glanced at him a few times without his mask, I guess you can say we know a bit about each other.

I went inside, sprinting down the hallways as classmates tried surrounding me and girls trying to get pictures with me. I hated this part of the school, the somewhat popularity of some subjects you do, rather its sports, your looks or just a rumor, people will do anything to feel seen. I always get shakey and nervous, I felt some sort of panic.

I ditched my route to the locker and run to the bathroom stalls. I stood at the sink, turning the faucet but looking at the water doing nothing, I hear one of the stalls close and see a figure, slightly shorter than me. It was that mask kid, he probably didn't expect me, I hear a small squeak as he jumped slightly, he tries getting my attention and turned his mask, trying his best to make me know he was worried, he awkwardly gave me a thumbs up and I couldn't help but let a small smile creep and nod.

 I walked out of the stall slowly, the faint sounds of students outside the stalls getting louder, some dark tint and nervousness returning as I looked at the school hallways. I went to my locker and tried looking for a certain notebook, grabbing it and suddenly, the locker shuts loudly, showing a black sweater sleeve and a pale hand with rings against the metal plate of my locker. I jump and let out a faint gasp as I continue to look at who the hell tried scaring me this early in the morning. Turns out Phillip is that person who tried to, I sigh and let my backpack slip on my shoulder slightly "Jesus CHRIST! Phillip what the hell! Not now!" Phillip gives a stupid sly smirk but then furrows his eyebrows "Panicky today arent you Trav?" Phillip responds to my shakey movements, fixing my half-assed styled hair, and grabs the sleeve of my sweater as he walks me to class, surprised at this emotion I expressed.

We were barely 15 minutes into school and I was already feeling anxious, hating everything. Phillip's holding my hand, Eh whatever, he does this every day, honestly somebody probably already made a rumor about him and me, I do not have a crush on anybody right now and that's all I need to say to clear things up but ill just let it happen, So if I do get a lover in the future of this damn high school it would be more private.

It feels like every move is watched, I'm like a new product for them to put on display. Them being my Dad *Cough* shithead and people in school who don't understand the words "Fuck off."

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Ummmm, Idk how to end this guys. I'm drinking this probably ancient water that has been lying on my desk because I have nothing to drink. I've never used Wattpad on a computer but I've never felt so special about writing until now.

Yes, I took a few references from my old book, no this isn't part two of that weird ass thing no matter HOW CRINGEY THIS IS. I might write things further than 1000 words in future chapters cuz I had to cut off 5 extra paragraphs from this chapter.