Summertime Loving

Chapter 7

He saw Erik standing by the pavement waiting for him. Travis hurriedly approached him.

"Yo Erik, how you been, man?" Travis asked as he and Erik dapped each other up.

"Good, I guess. Just been spending my time gaming, is all. I found this new game, though. Pretty sick. Also, sorry for your loss, by the way."

"No worries, man. So, you ready for school?" Travis asked.

Erik shook his head in response, then said, "Nope. Hate that place. How the hell am I still getting bullied in college? Makes zero sense, really."

"You're right, but don't worry, Erik. In a month or two, everything around the school will change. So, let's go," he said.

With that short talk after weeks of being apart, they began to walk toward the school. Travis and Erik were basically childhood friends, yet they didn't spend that much time together unless they were at the treehouse behind their houses, of course. Other than that, they would rarely see each other.

They soon reached the school building. As they stood in front of the hell house, Travis saw many characters, who were just normal people here.

Well, they still had problems, and he wanted to solve them. He and Erik walked inside the building and were met with the bustling school of kids walking around or just hanging together around their lockers.

'I hate crowds, honestly. But let's forget about that. If I'm correct, I'll meet Mrs. Smith right now,' he thought.

Travis walked forward, and Erik left, saying that he needed to get something from his locker. While Travis explored a bit, he suddenly saw Mrs. Smith standing by the stairs. She saw him as well and signaled for him to come closer, which he did.

"Travis! You're back. Do you know how low your marks are? I need you to come to my office," Mrs. Smith snapped, her tone sharp and demanding.

Before Travis could respond, Erik tried to jump in, "But Mrs. Smith, his dad die—"

His words were cut off by a withering glare from Mrs. Smith that made Erik freeze in place. The cold intensity in her eyes sent a clear message.

"You better get to class before I send you to detention," she warned him. Then, turning back to Travis, she added, "Travis, follow me. We need to talk." Without another word, she spun around and walked off, leaving Travis and Erik behind.

"Alright, man, I'll see you in class," Erik said, giving him a quick dap. "By the way, I slipped something in your locker to welcome you back. Peace, man."

Travis smiled inwardly, appreciating the gesture. Erik was a solid friend, even though in the game, his storyline annoyed Travis. Erik had to choose between a MILF and a gamer girl during his arc, a decision that seemed trivial to Travis but caused plenty of frustration.

As he climbed the stairs, Travis spotted Mrs. Smith standing halfway up, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on him impatiently.

"Hurry up," she called out sternly. "You need to get to class, remember?"

She turned back and walked up the stairs. She would always make sure that no kids hung around these stairs, especially dudes. Because, well, Travis found out why. He saw her beautiful, thick ass as she walked up. Her purple panties tightly held her assets in the sexiest way.

'Damn, she thick,' he thought.

They reached the second floor, where the air seemed a bit more relaxed compared to the bustling first. Club rooms lined the hallway along with the teachers' lounge, cafeteria, computer room, and a few bathrooms scattered about. Travis glanced around, noting the familiar sights before his eyes landed on Kevin—the only openly gay guy in their school.