The Strength of Us

Chapter Twenty-Three - You Are My Little Sister

Chapter Twenty-Three - "You Are My Little Sister"

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You would think that after everything that numb-skull Travis has put me through, I might get an apology eventually. That we might get to a point where he does something totally inexcusable that he has no choice but to apologize. Say, kiss me drunkenly in front of my boyfriend.

But, no. Travis is still the idiot that he's always been, so there will be no apologizing of any kind.

As I sat in my third period history class back at school on Monday morning, with Mrs. Donnelly babbling on, I felt... betrayed. Shocked. Confused.

Travis hasn't spared me a single glance the entire time we've been in class. Which is completely new.

Usually he's throwing notes at me, winking, or just staring at me to make me uncomfortable with that awful smirk of his. But I haven't gotten any of that. And it's making me so angry.

He's acting like I don't even exist. Like I haven't been glaring at him for the past twenty seven minutes. What a dick.

"Stevie."

I jerked my head to the front of the classroom as my eyes met with Mrs. Donnelly's. She had an eyebrow raised with one hand on her hip and her lips pursed.

I snapped my mouth shut and shook my head, attempting to put myself back together. I didn't realize that I've been in a trance with the back of Travis' head this entire time, with my mouth hanging open and my eyebrows furrowed. I probably looked like an ass.

"Y-yes?" I stuttered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

She sighed lightly and her peculiar facial expression fell. Now she just looks tired. "I'm asking for everyone to hand their homework in and I see yours sitting on your desk. Can you please pass it forward?" She nodded to my desk, causing me to stare down at the paper she was talking about. Then I saw that the girl sitting in front of me was turned around, waiting for me to give her my paper.

"Oh, s-sorry," I muttered, snatching the paper off my desk and passing it forward. Mrs. Donnelly nodded again and collected all of the papers.

Within those few seconds of humiliation, I noticed that everyone's eyes were on me. Except for one pair of specific blue eyes that, for once in over a year, were the only eyes I wanted on me right now.

Only in the hopes of hearing a thought out apology. Nothing more than that.

The next ten minutes or so went by quickly, while I tried to concentrate on class and keep any thoughts of Travis away. When the bell rang, I gathered up my things and left the room, heading down the hall to my next class which is thankfully with Alex. I feel a rant coming along and he's probably the only person that will listen to it this early in the morning.

I stopped near the room and cut across the hallway to enter it, but someone walked into me from the side. I was taken so much by surprise, that I stumbled a few steps and almost dropped my bag onto the floor. Luckily, I caught it though.

"Sorry," a deep voice barely mumbled. I just about blinked before they kept walking on down the hall without another glance my way. I turned around to see who it was, and saw Travis' back to me.

A low grumbling sound came from my throat as I narrowed my eyes at him.

Asshole.

He's that immature that he can't even look at me when he apologizes? Or even say more than one word to me?