Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

the importance of protection

Taylor's POV

I hummed to myself, swinging from side to side on my little rollie chair, tapping away on my computer as I worked on my assignment. It was already half past eleven, but I wasn't nearly as far through it as I wanted to be. Like an idiot, I'd partied too much during the first few weeks of the second semester of college and had dropped behind. I'd caught up - for the most part - but this assignment was worth a good chunk of my grades and it had to be perfect. I had a solid A grade for my degree so far, and I desperately wanted to keep it that way.

My phone pinged as I typed and I reached over, tapping the screen and swiping down to see that Travis had texted. I sighed, spending a few long moments deliberating what my answer would be.

Travis: busy?

"Hey Lyss?" I glanced up to the top bunk bed where my roommate was lying on her stomach, scrolling on her phone.

"Yah." Lyss peeked over at me, noticing the way I was holding my phone and the that way I looked down at it. "He wants to come over again?" I nodded. "You want me to go crash across the hall at Casey's?"

"Could ya?" I asked, and she laughed, rolling onto her back and scooting down to the ladder.

"Course." She jumped down, grabbing her hoodie off her desk - which was in place of the bottom bunk - and picking up her half empty can of red bull. "Text me when he leaves okay, and I'll come back if I don't fall asleep over there." 

"Thanks babes." I grinned at her as she headed for the door and opened it.

"Wear protection!" She called back before leaving, slamming the door closed behind her.

I laughed to myself, swinging around on my chair as I texted Travis to come over whenever he wanted. Placing my phone down, I propped a foot up on the chair and kept working, wanting to get as much done as I could before he got here. I probably shouldn't have let him come over since I had a lot to do, but I was hopelessly addicted to him and couldn't resist. 

Travis and I had been fooling around since the middle of the first semester, and almost six months later, our late night meet ups were still as frequent as they'd been at the start. We'd never tried to be anything more than a hookup to each other, but the sex was electrifying, always leaving me wanting more. We barely acknowledged each other outside of our bedrooms when we ran into each other on campus; only exchanging a small nod or a casual greeting. Nothing that would give away the nature of our relationship. Only Lyss knew about it, and that was because it was kind of hard to hide something like that from your roommate, at least for me. Travis' roommate didn't know because guys apparently didn't tell each other shit, so we only hooked up at their room when his roommate was away.

"Big assignment?" Travis asked as he walked in without knocking a little while later.

"Yeah." I said without looking over my shoulder. "Just gotta finish off this paragraph and then I'm done for the night. Give me a few minutes."

"Sure, take your time." Travis sighed, and I heard my bedsprings creak as he sat down on my bed. "You still trying to keep up your nerd reputation?"

"Hey, not all of us got in on a football scholarship." I shot towards him. "Some of us actually have to work for it." He'd gotten in because of his aptitude for football, but from what I'd seen, didn't really do shit towards his degree. I had no idea how he was passing.

Travis just laughed at me, and I rolled my eyes as I finished off my paragraph. Once I was done, I saved my assignment, shut down my computer, and spun around on my chair. Travis was sitting on my bed, leaning against the wall as he typed on his phone. He was really into whoever he was texting, and I frowned as I folded my arms, watching him. We didn't belong to each other by any means, but I didn't appreciate him talking to someone else when he was in my bed. Eventually, Travis looked up.