Reality (Salvis)

𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩

October 6th 1993 - Wednesday

Sal POV [𖦹]

I tapped my finger against my desk and looked around the classroom. Most groups were in class now, putting their projects together. I stared at my essay. I finished it awhile ago and went over it last night so everything was good, I just had to hope Travis did his part. We didn't even get to work on it when he stayed over since he got sick.

I looked up as I heard shuffling. Travis walked through the door holding his big poster board, accidentally bumping it into things here and there. He ran over to me "Sal..ly face..uh sorry I'm late," He held up the board "do you have your essay?"

Still refusing to call me by my actual name huh?

He looked exhausted, more than usual. He had dark circles under his eyes and his hair had little strands sticking out. I shook my head and held up my paper "yeah, here," I grabbed a small stapler from my backpack and pressed the essay onto the board.

I'm not sure I really wanted to point out that he looks so tired. He has the project, that's all that matters. It actually looks really good too; Travis has some nice handwriting.

I guess that's expected though.

"last second?" I asked quietly as we waited for class to start "what?" Travis replied. "You never come to school with your hair all.." I laughed a little and tilted my head "ugh..it's that obvious?" He pressed his hands against the top of his hair and tried to flatten the strands.

"I didn't mean to- I mean I was going to but then my ankle and..I got distracted because," he just started rambling "it's cool dude. I totally get it. I'm guessing you didn't get much sleep then?" I laughed a little. Travis rubbed his arm "yeah.." I looked out the class window to see it sprinkling. "Oh Travis, are you going to be able to get home alright?" I motioned towards the window "hm? Oh, yeah. My dad is going to pick me up since I can't really get around by myself..or that's what he says" Travis mumbled the last part, almost like he was talking to himself but I still heard it loud and clear.

We waited until the teacher got started, instructioning everyone to bring up their projects one by one. We decided to go up together and as I got up I noticed Travis looked down and seemed surprised. I guess he didn't notice my skirt when we were sitting down.

I always get looks dressing the way I do, especially from Travis, but I don't really mind. And even though I could tell he noticed he didn't say anything about it like he used to. People are going to look at me no matter what I do. I might as well have some fun with it.

We walked to the front of the class holding our project. We each started to explain our parts of the projects. The presentation went generally well for only going over it together once up until now.

Travis mostly spoke towards the end and as he did I glanced over at him. His yellowish hair still had pieces sticking out even though he tried to push it down. From the side I could see his soft features, his rounded face and nose. The marks on his face seemed to be healing up decently. I looked back at the classroom as he finished talking.

Our teacher sent us back to our seats as we barely got through the rushed project and presentation.

I rubbed my nails against the cracked desk while different kids went up and explained their author. Travis shifted around in his seat, adjusting the board by his leg and scooting his chair closer to me in the process. As he turned around he accidentally placed his arm on mine. My hand chipping away at the desk froze as I stared at our arms. His hand was on top of mine for a short second. He quickly noticed too and pulled his arm off mine. He gave me an angry look like it was my fault and his face got all red. He slightly scooted his chair away from me and focused his eyes back to the front of the class.