❝𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

Travis

"Just take me home, Travis," he whispered, turning his head down, his voice meek and soft.

A pit formed in my stomach. I didn't waste any time moving past him. I weaved through people my heart racing, pounding so hard in my ears that I barely heard my surroundings.

What the fuck is his problem, I thought, neck craning slightly, glancing back at Devon. I scoffed inwardly, the moment playin' circles in my mind. Part of me felt bad knowing I phrased my words wrong and they came out harsh but why did he bring it up outta nowhere like that?

The air was thick with smoke and sweat. My tongue was heavy on my teeth as I rushed past Ryan, who eyed me confused. Then I bumped into Jerome. Being his lil bitch ass self, pushed me back, but I wasn't in any mood for his shit. 

I moved outside heading straight for the car. I slid into the driver's seat the cool leather biting at my heated skin making me huff. I zoned out, my mind spiraling. 

Devon wasn't in the right to be bringin' up that shit again. We BOTH knew that it was an accident, that we were high. I felt a twinge of guilt like I'd taken advantage of him... but I thought we agreed on never mentioning it again. 

Images of him flooded my mind, and I sighed, slouching in the seat I brought my hand to my face and rubbed the rough skin of my palms over my eyes, groaning. FUCK. The look on his face after I said it—my gut was rippin' then, and right now it felt like an open wound.

I didn't regret the night; I regret what I did. But still, it was... nice, spendin' time and talkin' with him. Ain't never opened up or showed a part of me like that to nobody before, but that...

I ain't gay. I don't see him like that, I like pussy, and Devon needed to know that. I felt like he wanted me to say what he was thinkin' bout me... I smacked my lips, glaring at the dashboard. I wasn't scared of it, because I knew who I was. He of all people should respect that.

Before I knew it Devon was sliding in the backseat refusing to give me the time of day, hated to admit it, but, it bit hard when he chose to sit in the back rather than upfront. Whatever, he actin' like a lil kid.

We had a moment of conversation; well, more like me talking to a damn brick wall. I kept glancing at him after my grip tightened around the wheel, I gnawed the inside of my cheek irritation building on my chest. Why was he actin' like this? I bit my lip, I refuse to apologize, I been sayin' sorry... the only damn fucking thing am sorry bout was that night. What I said earlier stayed.

I'd dropped him off the powdery smell of his cologne lingered as he got out, his face twisting into a mean pout almost making me chuckle. 

"I'll pick you up tomorrow," my tone was casual as much as I tried to force it.

He clicked his teeth, "You don't gotta do that..." Devon muttered head low tryna hide somethin'.

But I do, couldn't lie about not wanting to see him again...as much it dug me fucking deep too. I wanted to keep dropping him off, gave me reasons to see his stupid ass face. I sighed mentally, braced my tongue at the roof of my mouth, and exhaled a chuckle. "It's cool," I said leaning back, I ran my tongue over my lips, "Imma be here by 8. Be ready... cool?"

Our eyes caught each other's. I lazily traced him, my gaze hardened, wandering towards his lips. My eyes hooded and I couldn't help myself, fuck, it's always his lips...the moment I saw him they drew me in. My jaw tightened, a dark cloud forming over my face when he taunted me, dragging his tongue under his pink plumped bottom lip bittin' at em' knowing I was watchin' him. I gripped the wheel like I wanted to tear it off, letting out a rough uneven breath I opened my mouth the words were grains on my mind. Dammit...