Not so pretty..|A Salvis love story|

Chapter one-new kid at school

//no pov//

Travis Phelps. The schools "big bully", well to be honest he kinda was a bully, but to be fair it was because of his horrible home life. His father was a pastor and was also an abuser to Travis, he was called "a disgrace to the generation" almost everyday.

It was a quiet and cloudy day in Nockfell high, Travis was walking through the halls, looking down so nobody could see his black eye he got from his dad. Travis kept walking and then he accidentally hit into someone, and they both fell backwards, "Watch where your going faggot!!" Travis yelled at the kid before getting up and looking at the boy, he was a short 5'2" boy with electric blue hair and a black sweater with red jeans with rips where the knees were, he also had a prosthetic mask with a pink plotch on the left side. Travis slightly blushed looking at this new boy, "sorry..I'll watch it next time..." said the new boy, his voice was smooth which made Travis blush even more, it went away after a while.

Travis walked away into the boys bathroom and thought for a moment, "why the fuck did I get butterfly's...what. The fuck." He started panting remembering what he looked like "oh fuck...oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...TRAVIS YOU FUCKING LIKE HIM!!!" He thought.

He came out after a while and frowned a little realizing it was the end of the day. He went to his bus and sat in his usual spot in the very back, Travis saw the new boy walking up to his bus and walking into it "shit." He thought. All of the seats were full, except for Travis seat, the new boy walked up to Travis and sat with him in his seat. Travis blushed slightly but hid it while he looked out of the window, "sorry about in the hallway" said the new boy "I'm Sal..by the way..." Sal said "Kay, that's cool..don't talk to me.." Travis said in a cold tone.

Sal was the second one off the bus and when he felt his stop, he got up and left the bus. Travis grumbled and felt his stop a couple hours later "home horrible home..." he mumbled, he got up, grabbed his backpack and walked off the bus towards his home. When he walked in he just felt so many eyes on him "dad I'm home..." he yelled "what did you get on that math test?!" His father yelled back from his room, he was lucky for getting a 100% because if he got anything lower, even a 99%, he'd get abused. "I got a 100 dad!" Travis yelled from the living room "..nice kid...I guess" his father yelled in a cold tone.

Travis walked into his room with his homework and started to do it, he finished and laid into bed. He starfished onto his bed and looked up at his ceiling "god Sal is so fucking hot..." he thought to himself.