Distraction (Sal x Travis)

Chapter 1

TW: HOMOPHOBIA, HOMOPHOBIC SLUR, AND GAY PEOPLE

A/N: Before you read, I would just like to say I'm not the best writer, so if this seems unclear to you or if I forget some parts of the storyline, then I apologize. I'm only doing this for fun anyway 🤷
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As Travis walked out of the bathroom when the bell rang, he made sure Sally Face had already left. He didn't want an awkward interaction to occur if he hadn't.

He walked into his next class, got his notebook and pencil out, and sat down. Everything was going the same way it had been for the school year, except his usual asshole expression was swapped out with more of a reflective one.

The reality was that Travis couldn't pay attention at all after what had happened. The conversation he had with Sal was all he could think about. He was spilling out the truth to him in the nasty bathroom stalls without even thinking.

Actually, what was he thinking? Talking to a kid like Sal? The Sally Face he had been making fun of for the past two years of high school?

Whatever. The guys still a freak with a stupid mask. Travis thought in his head, not trying to get too sucked into the thought of Fisher.

As Travis waited in his seat, the class was loud as always. Paper airplanes being thrown, kids having obnoxious conversations and whatnot. It made Travis go nuts. The teacher, naturally, got up from her seat and interrupted the commotion.

"This is not how we begin class. You should all know that by now." Everyone in the room groaned, but was put into their places as class began.

Travis spent time trying to copy down whatever the teacher wrote on the chalkboard into his notebook, even though he'd never look back on it anyway. He would also occasionally raise his hand to answer a question or two, just to get on the teachers good side. 

He really knew how to act like he was participating, especially considering that outside of class he behaved like an asshole. But behind his act of getting the teacher's approval, was that he couldn't pay attention, whether he liked the reason why or not.

The incident that happened in the bathroom was truly the only thing playing over and over again in his mind. His brain was developing question after question, overthinking the whole situation. How did Sal know he was in there? Did he hear him cry? And did the note even reach the trash can when he planned to throw it out...?

However, it was not a question, but the thought of Sally Face's words that came from under his prosthetic that dominated over everything circulating in his brain.

"We don't have to be enemies..you know that, right..?"

"If you ever need someone to talk to, or if you need to get away from your dad for a while..you can hang out with me."

Travis could never understand how or why Sally Face was so forgiving. He had tormented the blue haired kid for no reason..or maybe a few..but was offered friendship by him, anyway.

Although Sal's reasoning peaked Travis's curiosity, it was irrelevant when it came to the way he made him feel. It used to be overwhelming amounts of annoyance, but after their relatively short conversation, he felt...safer, in a way.

Ugh, what am I thinking? I can't feel this way about him. He's a goddamn weirdo, I shouldn't even be thinking about him at all. It's stupid...It's...dumb...It's not right...

...It's a sin.

Travis hadn't realized that he zoned out for half the period until the bell rang. He quickly packed up his things and rushed out the door, and went to his locker for next period.