The Story So Far

11. The Reasoning

I woke up lightheaded, staring blindly at the white ceiling of my room. I shook out the sleep in my eyes, getting up and taking a quick shower. I threw on a skater skirt, tank top, and slid into my sneaker wedges. I took my keys off of the counter, jamming it into the ignition and driving off to school.

I shimmied my lock open, revealing the contents of my locker. I took out my Algebra II textbook and marched to my class.

Math was leisure time for me, solving makes me feel relaxed. I know I sound weird, but I can't help it. I find Math easy. The end of first period rang, making me jump. I scurried out of the classroom and headed back down to my locker.

As I was closing my locker, I heard the high-pitched, flirty voice of Anissa Grahem...and the sound of Travis's laughter. I whipped around and was instantly greeted by Anissa and Travis bent over and laughing over something. Anissa's hands rested on his arm, obviously trying to seduce him. Travis looked over at me and smiled, I didn't return the smile. Instead, I walked coldly away from the place.







I couldn't concentrate on anything I was doing. Journalism was usually fine, but right now I could not wait to get the hell out of there and get my ass home. I watched as words came out of Mr. Richards's mouth, but I couldn't hear anything.

Anissa's hand on Travis's arm overtook my entire thoughts. How she flirted with Travis. My Travis. I looked at my open notebook, ball pen in hand but I just stared at it.

The bell rang and I instantly sprang out of my sit, breezing out of the classroom and heading down to the cafeteria where Amy and Brittaney were already seated.

I sat across from them without taking any food from the counter. I placed my bag carefully on the table and stared at my now fisted up hands.

Jealousy never hit me this hard, ever, in my entire life. I glanced at where Travis was seated with his group of friends, casually talking about their everyday lives-and then Anissa strutted to where they are, forcefully swaying her hips, her micro skirt swaying from side to side. All of them looked up as she reached their table, twirling a strand of blond hair around her index finger. She then sat next to Travis, all of them falling into deep conversation, all of them laughing.

Anissa coiled her arms around Travis's arm as she giggled like a stupid baboon. I swear I couldn't have felt more hurt; the hurt was so deep I could feel it physically.

I buried my face on the heap of my bag, suppressing the need to cry. The tears were on the edge of my eyes, begging to be released, but I didn't let them. I won't cry, crying showed a sign of weakness, of defeat.

"Allie?" Amy's soft voice shook me out of my reverie.

I raised my head slowly, "Yes?"

"Is...is Anissa Grahem bothering you?" she asked, playing with her fingers which meant she was nervous.

I nodded, "Do know anything about her?"

She pursed her lips, "Do you remember when Demetrie and I were still together?"

I nodded again.

"Well," she bit her lips, "the reason we broke up was because Anissa flirted with him...and well..."

Amy trailed off, looking down. She didn't have to continue whatever Demetrie did, it was clear as crystal that Anissa took him away from her.

"So you mean...?" I asked, in the verge of tears.

Britt looked at me, her eyes full of remorse. Amy's were the same. I had enough. I didn't want to hear anything about Anissa fvcking Grahem. She can go rot in hell and kill herself.











"Allie?" Travis's voice floated through the vicinity. I was sitting on the sand, the waves of the sea slapping my feet.

I didn't turn around, fixing my gaze on the setting sun. I heard him sit down beside me, the sand scrunching as his weight pressed on the ground.

"Allie?" he repeated.

I slowly turned to him, "Yes?"

He searched my face for anything, anything at all, but I displayed nothing. I didn't show anything, "Is there something wrong, baby?"

I shook my head, faking a smile, "No. Nothing's wrong."

He shoved his arms around my waist, pulling me to him, "Is it about Anissa?"

I froze.

He forced me to look at him, my eyes glossing over. He cupped my cheeks, his thumb wiping the stray tear that my eyes let lose, "I love you, not her."

"But..."

"Whatever you saw," he whispered softly, "that was nothing."

I wanted to believe him, but Amy's words echoed in my brain again and again and again and again.





I know that this chapter is reallyyy short, but this is really kind of sad because everyone gets jealous and I could remember vivdly how I got jealous. I think it's really sad for Allie, though. But at least Travies was trying to get it back to her :) aww. Hahaha. Will update again tomorrow!

Much love,

Maybelle