The Heart broken Heart Breaker Travis X Reader

Chapter 12

Freshman year had been difficult at first. Not only did I have to adapt to a whole new place, I also had to go through it alone.
I had Laurance, but he was a year older than me. He had friends I didn't know and he had classes I didn't take. We hadn't even been going out yet at the time, so I automatically felt like I shoudn't bother him too much. He tried to be with me as much as possible, but I didnt want to be a burden, so I kept telling him I could manage.

For the first few weeks, I was that freshman who didn't have friends and ate lunch on the bleachers alone. It was only until two months later tha everything changed when I got paired with Sasha for a Take-home chemistry quiz.
I never really liked chemistry, so I was worried my partner would hate me for being useless.
We agreed to meet at Starbucks. When I arrived, She was already seated at a table, her nose buried in a thick book.
"Sorry," I said as I slid into the seat across him. "Did you wait long?"
"It's fine,"she said, flashing me a geniune smile. "The view here isn't that bad."
At first I thought she was talking the cafe's interiors, but when I followed the direction of her gaze, I realized that he was eyeing the barista behind the counter.
"Oh God,"I said, turning away when he caught me looking. I was absolutely mortified, but Sash, as she preferred to be called, had a dreamy expression on her face.
"You see him?"She asked.
"How can i not?" I replied, stealing another glance.
"He looks so gorgeous I was convinced I was hallucinating."
At that moment, the knots in my stomach loosen. She seemed so open that it wasn't hard for me to feel at ease.
"I'm not really good at chemistry," I admitted
She just smiled and said, "That's fine. I think we still got this."
We spent the rest of tje afternoon poring over textbooks to figure out the answers while simultaneously olgoing at Chris-as his name tag indicated-and when we were done answering, Sasha told me she had to go home so she could start writing her analysis of a poem she was studying.
"I'm completely hopeless with literature,"she muttered as she stuffed her book into her bag.
"Maybe i can help you out," I suggested.
By the time we finished the assignment, it was almost time for dinner. She woudn't stop thanking me for helping her.
Before we parted ways, we agreed she would tutor me with chemistry if I helped her out with literatuture.
It was rhe start of a beautiful friendship. Sasha and I became best friends.

Which is why, three years later, the sight of her walking around the park with my ex-boyfriend madr me feel like somebody had just stabbed me multiple times in back.
Perhaps sensing that rhey were being watched, Laurance and Sasha both looked over in my direction. They both froze midstride; the smiles in their faces immediately evaporated.
Before any of us could react, I looked away, willing my feet to move faster to leave as quickly as possible.
"(Your name)!" I heard Laurance called out. But I ignored him and kept walking, almost completely unware of Travis who was running to catch up with me.
"(Your name), Wait!" Laurance yanked my arm, holding me in place, I jerked away from his grip just as Travis stepped between us, sheilding me away from my ex.
"Get you F***king hands of her."
"Stay out of this, Valkrum."
"You're the one who's out of the picture now so kindly f**ck off."
They both started down at each other, niether of them daring to look away. Over Laurance's shoulders was Sasha, who had both hands covering her mouth.
When she caught me looking at her, all the anger and hurt rushed over me luke tsunami waves, engulfing me until I could no longer breathe.
"Let's just go," I said, tugging Travis's sleeve.
For a second, he stood his ground, but when I tugged at him again, he relented. He gave Laurance one last glare before turning away.
"(Your nickname), Laurance said. "Please let's talk."
My grip on Travis's arm tightened. I refused to let Laurance see me break down. I looked him in the eye and said, "I don't gave anything to say to you."
"Well I do," he said
"Maybe you should have said it qhen you had the chance."
I walked away. When Travis for my hand, I was grateful. I held i to him, afraid that my knees would buckle at any moment.
I let him pull me forward as he led away. I didn't stop when we walked past the lamppost where we left the bike or when the tears began to blur my vision so badly i coudn't see anything
"Hey," he said, moving faster so that he was right in front of me. I kepty head low, but he cupped both his hands on my cheeks and gently tilted my face up until his eyes met mine.
"Your okay."
I wasn't oka and he knew that and as soon as a choked sob forced its way out of my throat, he pulled me towrd him and wrapped into a hug. His hand was holding my head in place on his chest.
I faded into him, letting all my restrictions fall away.
I cried into his shirt, listening to the rythmic thudding of his heart. The sound was both soothing an unsettling murmured,"Your okay," over and over and over again as if tgat would make it true.
It woudn't, I knew that, but by the time I stopped crying, he said it so many times I started believing it was true.