The Heart broken Heart Breaker Travis X Reader

Chapter 1

My eyes swept over the students walking toward the building, laughing as they swapped stories on how their summer had gone. I wove into the crowd, trying to ignore their conversations. I almost wanted to go back to my car and drive home. I coudn't face this year without him, because how could i, when he was the one who always made sure I woudn't stumble ?
I bit the inside of my cheeks and focused on taking one step after the other.
I kept going.

"Is this seat taken?"
I was about to say yes. I usually saved it for my best friend
Lucinda, but I caught myself before the word came out.
I looked up to see who it was. Perfect teeth. Unruly, White and grey hair, Bright Green eyes. He had the confidence of someone who knew that he was attractive.
He didn't wait for an answere. With a wide smile, Travis Valkrum
Dropped his backpack on the floor and took a seat.
I didn't like Travis and neither did Laurence.
Laurence never told me about it, but I felt his disdain whenever we crossed paths Travis. Perhaps it had to do with Travis's reputation for dating around. Rumors, sure, but I'd always been cautious around him.

"Hey."
Instintcively, I turned to him.
"Could I borrow a pen?" I forgot to bring mine."
I had an extra pen in my bag. I wasn't exactly fond of him, but it wasn't like I needed two pens, so i held one out to him, holding it at the very tip to keep our fingers from accidentally brushing.
He reached for it, giving me another smile that showcased his perfect teeth.

"Thanks."
"It's fine," I replied, looking away.
I was glad the bell rang. The others scrambled to their seats as the teacher strode in

"I'm Travis, by the way."
There was a confidence in his voice that irked me.
With as much indifference as I could muster, I said," I know."
Ms.Aphmau cleared her throat and began to speak.
"You were supposed to tell me your name,too," Travis suddenly whispered.
"I was supposed to?"
I didn't mean to sound so haughty, but I realized that's probably how it came out.
When i glanced at him, I saw his lips curling into an amused smile.
"If you wanted to ne polite,"he said, "Then yes."
"If you wanted to be polite," I shot bag," then you woudn't
Be talking to your seatmate while the teacher is speaking."
He let out a low whistle as though my response had impressed him. I averted my gaze and focused my attention on Ms.Aphmau.
Two months ago, I would have stammered in response, unable to meet his confident gaze. I never would have gotten the last word out. But I was no longer the same girl I was back then.
The girl whose world revolved around Laurence
That naive, stupid girl was long gone.

Two weeks after our break up, I decided I was done crying.
I had been replaying that fateful night again and again i my head, almost involuntarily, until the initial sadness wore off and took over.
I decided to change, reluctantly at first. By the end of the summer, my ratty shirts had been shoved to the bottom of my closet, my feet had grown accustomed to wearing heels, and I had replaced my eyeglasses with contacts.

The makeover made me feel like I had my sh## together. I wanted to be someone else completely-someone who didn't need Laurence, someone who would have the guts to do things I would never do.

I forced Lucinda to go to a party with me. I coudn't blame her for not wanting to go, considering that even I had reservations about going to parties. She must have sensed my desperation

because she eventually agreed.

To me, going to a party was something I needed to go through for "change" to be complete. If I didn't follow through all the way, I might as well have thrown away all my past attempts at fixing myself,

when we were at the party, I led Sasha through the countless couples making out.

She tugged me back when she realized I was heading for the keg corner of the room. I shrugged off her hand and reached for a cup.

It was the first time I ever drank beer. It tasted awful, but I forced myself to finish it. I poured myself another cup.

Meanwhile, Lucinda kept complaining about everything at the party, and I was growing irritated.

"I'm just saying that there's no need for-"

"If you want to leave so bad, then go," I snapped.

i was so tipsy, I didn't even care when I saw the hurt register across her face. Not even when she left the party. I wasn't sure how much time had passed when I decided to call it a night. Stumbling out of the Host's house, I headed to my car. I swore, pissed and dizzy, when I coudn't find the keys in my purse. I kept digging for it, checking all for the pockets, struggling to keep myself upright, but i coudn't find my keys in my purse. I kept digging for it, checking all the pockets, when I looked up, I suddenly stopped. Laurence was leaning against the hood of my car, arms crossed over his chest "what are you doing here ?" I asked. He walked towards me "Get in," he said seeing him felt so surreal, so unreal, that I had to wonder if his image-his light brown hair, which grown longer over the 2 months we hardly saw each other, and the Beatles shirt he had on-was a product of my non-sobriety. He unlocked my car, and even in my dulled sate, anger built up in my chest.

why do you have my keys ?" "Lucinda dropped by," he said,pulling the passenger door open "You're not driving like that." "I'm fine," I said. I crossed my arms over my chest as I started him down. "I can manage on my own." "You"re going to get yourself killed,"he said, looking at me sternly. "Just get in the car, Y\N\N (You're nickname)." I turned around and started walking away, ignoring his calls as I headed back to the party. I wanted to put as much distance as I could between us, because if I stayed around him longer, I was afraid all my walls could come down.

Half an Hour later, I found myself curling up on the coach to sleep. The party continued, but I didn't care about the noise, the smell, or the stranger tugging at my waist with an intoxicated laugh. I didn't care when he pulled me into his lap and rained kisses down the side of my cheek as his hands began to stoke my hair I Fell asleep. When I woke up,I was already home, tucked into my bed, as if the whole party last night was only a dream. The steady pounding in my head told me otherwise. I threw the blankets off me and realized I was wearing Beatles shirt over my dress

I was already depositing things in my locker when I heard my name. Suddenly, Travis Valkrum emerged from the crowd of students milling around their lockers "You do know my name," I said."I was the name on your binder, Y\S\N (You're surname)." "what now !"I asked "This." He held out his hand. His fingers curled around the pen I lent him." I forgot to give it back." "Don't you need it for the rest of the day!" I asked. "Well, I can always borrow from someone else." I didn't reach for it. Instead, I closed my locker and turned to face him. He was taller than me, so I had to look up at him." You can keep it," I said I was about to turn around, but then he said "How about I buy you dinner to say thanks!" "It's just a pen, Valkrum." The smile slid of his face "No" I shrugged and turned to walk away. I hard barely taken three steps when he quipped," Aren't you a heartbreaker?" I looked over my shoulder to look at him. "That sweetheart, is the statement of the century ." I saw his lips move to a lopsided half-smile. "Ain't that right.