Meet You at the Graveyard.

Chapter Four

The moment I started going to this high school, I got glanced at and stared at and judged. But that's how it goes in every school.

Then there's always one person, or one group, that always judges me a little too much.

In Nockfell, that person is Travis Phelps. The bleach blonde hair, dark brown skin, dark brown eyes, him. He is that person.

I don't mind it much, because what could I possibly do to fix the way I look?

I was walking towards the lunch room after putting my stuff in my locker when Travis shoved me, a sneer on his face.

"Watch where you're walking, Sally Face!" Travis glares down at me, his face scrunching up in disgust.

"I wasn't even in your way, Travis." I reply, rubbing the back of my head where I hit the lockers.

"Maybe if the thought of food wasn't always on your mind, you would've seen that you were in my way!" Travis scoffed before he swung open the cafeteria door, walking in and disappearing.

It's odd how people always find something to make fun of you for. You could be skinny, chubby, glasses, prosthetics, literally anything.

I stand there for a moment before I walk into the cafeteria, too.

I walk into the line and grab my tray of food before I join everyone at the table we always sit at.

"Did you get lost, Sally Face?" Larry teases as he shoves food into his mouth, and I'm surprised he didn't choke.

"Nah, was just taking a scenic route, I guess?" I shrug, the lie easily slipping out of my mouth. I then reach behind my head to unclip the bottom strap of my prosthetic to eat.

One thing that's inconvenient with this prosthetic is eating. Especially eating in public. Of course, nobody in high school really bat an eye towards me anymore. Except for Travis.

I find myself subconsciously glancing over, and I spot him talking to Phillip. I think that's the only friend he has.

Sometimes I like to wonder why Travis likes Phillip, but doesn't like me. I mean, we both have blue hair, both pretty much have the same style in clothes, only difference is I have a prosthetic, and I'm chubby. Phillip's personality is kind of similar to mine, too.

Wait. Why do I even care?

I force myself to focus back in with everyone else, and I could hear their words and their laughs but I didn't truly listen. I kept trying and trying but something else was on my mind, so I gave up.

I let my mind wander once more, which was clearly a mistake. I started to wonder too much about Travis of all people.

I've never been attracted to another man, hell, I used to think Ashley was amazing. I've only ever been attracted to girls, so I knew I couldn't possibly be thinking about Travis and his interests because I'm attracted to him.

I mean, the guy hates me. He hates me and he's heavily religious. And don't even get me started on his father. Sometimes- Sometimes I worry about Travis because of his father.

I mean, am I the only person that notices that damn black eye? Or am I just tweaking out? I swear I'm not high... So it couldn't possibly be my imagination.

Why won't my mind stop thinking about Travis?

This has happened before, but it's so weird because it's been happening more and more.

I couldn't possibly like Travis Phelps.

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"Are you alright, Sal?" Larry asks as we walk towards Addison Apartments, Todd following a few steps behind.

"Yeah, why?" I raise a brow, even though he couldn't see it.

Larry shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Because... You seemed really out of it today."

Right. Because my mind wouldn't stop thinking about my bully. Of course, I won't tell Larry that. "I'm fine, Lar."

Larry smiles at me, knowing that I was being serious and not lying or something. Larry might be stupid as fuck academically, but he's not stupid when it comes to friends and their health. I would know.

I glance back at Todd, who was already almost finished with homework that we got earlier today.

"Are we hanging out today, or are you too busy doing homework?" I ask, my tone laced with humor.

Todd's head shoots up to look at us, pushing his glasses up his nose before responding. "Well, I should be done with this by the time we get back to the apartments..."

Larry groans, running a hand down his face dramatically. "Todd." Larry shakes his head, and I notice his lips curving up out of the corner of my eye.

"What? I'm being responsible. Let's talk about your homework, Larry." Todd smirks, proud of himself.

Larry gasps his hand going over his chest. "How dare you! I have... An um... D in most of my classes!" He smiles as Todd rolls his eyes.

"Larry, a D in most classes isn't good." I reply as we turn to walk down the sidewalk to Addison Apartments.

"What?! A D is amazing!!" He exclaims as if offended that I said otherwise. Like I said, he's not academically smart. Unless he cheats off of Todd, which Todd never lets him unless he has an F.

But, I love Larry so I won't make fun of him too much. I guess.