Skinny Love - A Tratie Fanfiction

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   .Eerie Desires.

   .Katie.

   Two weeks has passed.

I’ve started going out of our cabin already, which they say, is an improvement. For a whole seven days, I never set foot outside, unless taking swift, quick showers. Malcolm and Annabeth needed to visit me for my Ancient Greek classes whenever possible, and my Monster Assault class was also done by my bed, with Connor and Chris instead of Connor and Travis. I suppose Travis doesn’t want to see me anymore, and I could understand why. Because I couldn’t save him from Will’s damned arrow, and because I was idiotic enough to get flattered by the attention Will Solace gave me.

   A taller boy accidentally ran into me, breaking my reverie. I couldn’t see his face because the sun masked it with shadows, but he is kind enough to help me up. His scent was awfully familiar, sweet and bitter at the same time, like bubblegum and pepper spray mixed together.

   “Katie...”

   My ears became hot, and so did my cheeks. His voice was like rough silk, with a bit of an accent I can’t detect, but I found it beautiful. Its owner is Travis.

   “Katie... I’m sorry.” He grabbed my hand and continued, “I swear on the Styx, I’m so sorry—”

   “‘So sorry’ for what, Trav? For dating that Aphrodite girl? You know how much I despise them. Save your damned ‘Oh gods, I’m so sorry!’, because I don’t need them! And you know what? Can you kindly screw off for once? I’d gladly appreciate it!”

   Even I startled myself.

The genuine hurt spread across Travis’s face quicker than the speed of sound. It was hard not to apologize to him. Maybe I went too far...

 “I apologize for this...” Travis mutters

   For what? Apologize for what?

   And then he swept me off my feet.

   Travis Stoll is the swiftest and nimblest runner to ever live in my opinion. Even if I weighed him down, he still ran two times faster than I could have. His left arm supported my back, and his right arm wound underneath my knees. Normally, I would’ve been flattered by the attention he’s giving me, but we were heading straight towards the woods.

   “Travis! Put me down! TRAVIS STOLL, LISTEN. PUT ME DOWN OR ELSE—”

   “Or else what?” he laughed as we approached the first of the trees.

   I couldn’t do or say anything because it’s pointless. Travis would never slow down unless he wants to. So all I did was shut my big mouth and watched his eyes twinkle when it catches sunlight. Shifting from an intense blue shade, to a baby blue, and finally, to a pale blue, it made me realize how much more beautiful Travis’s eyes were. His eyes took the shape of an almond, with long, thin lashes.

   Travis finally stopped running.

Gently, he set me down on my feet, and I looked around to find ourselves in the middle of nowhere. And right then, I started complaining. I found Travis staring at me, his eyes snaking from my eyebrows down to my waist and back up to my face. He smiled, lingering a bit when he looked at my lips. That shushed all my whines. I was sure that he stood a foot or two away from me a minute ago, but now, I’m aware of the little distance between us.

   “Kates,” he breathed.

   He looked at my lips lazily, through his lashes, as if he just woke up. Travis then lifted his left hand to touch my cheek, letting it slip down to my chin before tilting his face and placing his mouth squarely on mine. His lips were soft, and so were his kisses. It wasn’t something I’ve expected; I’ve always thought kissing Travis Stoll would be fast and desperate. But here I am, standing with my body pressed onto his, him towering over me and needing to bend down. His hands snaked up my neck, then down on my waist, and finally rested on the small of my back. He pulled back just long enough to half whisper something that I couldn’t quite interpret. My hands found its way to his hair, where I curled my fingers and gently pulled him closer, if that’s even possible.

   The intimacy rose as he reached for the hem of my shirt and slipped his hand to touch the bare skin of my back, and I remembered. Remembered that night two weeks ago: when he got aimed at because of me, when I was so desperate to know whether he was okay or not that I pulled him onto my lap, when he sat up and kissed me because I was crying, when he told me that he started going out with one of Aphrodite’s children.

   And I pulled away.

   “Oh shit... I—” He took a step closer to me.

   I unsheathed my dagger and held it up with trembling hands.

   “If you ever try to come closer to me again, I’m slitting your throat with this knife.”

   That’s what all I said before running back to where I believe was the cabin circle.

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This is for Valentine's!

Aha I'm so glad I finished this last night when I was already groggy, and this is probably one of my favorites *--*

It's still the 14th here in where I live, so yeah Valentine's!