Unexpected [Salvis]

4

Monday - November 18th, 1996

Instead of a full letter, today Sal got one singular word.

"Park" 

Interesting. 

What the fuck does that mean? 

Sal didn't have long to dwell on what the note meant as the bell rang, signaling the start of first period. 

First period was math. Which sounds like literal hell. Doing math first thing in morning? Hell. Now, Sal was good at math, actually the best student in his period, but still. Math first thing in the morning is still murder. 

First period was also one of the three classes the blue haired boy shared with Travis. Which with this new found crush on the boy, Sal used maybe a bit too much of his classes inspecting the Blondie. Just memorizing small details about Travis and observing his mannerisms. 

Oh right. He hasn't told any of his friends about this little crush. 

He can wait to tell them after school. 

How would they even react? More than likely not positive. Given that it's Travis Phelps he has a crush on. You know? Travis Phelps. His bully since freshman year. Also the same Travis Phelps who hates Sal and his friends, and his friends hate Travis. 

Okay so maybe it can be a secret crush. 

That sounds like a better idea. 

Walking into his math class Mrs. Packerton immediately turned and looked at him like she was going to speak. 

"Oh, good morning Mr. Fisher. I was wondering if I could talk to you about something after class." 

"Uh, sure, mam." 

Sal's heart beat slightly faster as he walked to his seat, thinking about all the things he's done at school to make Mrs. Packerton talk to him after class. 

How many times he's skipped classes? No, he already got a talk from his English teacher about that.  That one time he and Larry smoked weed in the bathroom? Eh, if it was about that he would've already gotten written up for that. What would she want to talk to him after class? 

Sal tried to think about other things he'd done to warrant her to talk to him as he opened up his math textbook to the unit they were working on for the next 2 weeks and opening up his notebook to take notes. He couldn't think of any other reasons. What the actual fuck would she talk about?  

Just then, Travis walked into class right before the bell rang. He saw him and Mrs. Packerton talk for a second before he walked to his seat with a look of mild confusion on his face. The blue haired boy wondered what Mrs. Packerton said to him. 

After a boring long hour of math was over, Sal packed up his books and pencils and waited for some more kids to leave before he walked up to Mrs. Packerton's desk. Travis also walked up to her desk, although a bit hesitantly, just stopping a little behind the bluenette. 

Huh, what does he need from the teacher? 

Once the bluenette made it to her desk, Mrs. Packerton gestured for Travis come up a little closer. 

Oh, this includes both of them. 

"So, boys, I wanted to talk to you guys because; Travis, you know your grades aren't the best currently and I thought it would be good if Mr. Fisher over here could possibly help you. If that's okay with you, Sal." 

The bluenette glanced over to Travis, who had a look of surprise and also aggravation, his eyes wide and brows furrowed with his mouth slightly agape. Seems like he wasn't too fond of the idea apparently.