It all came as a blur.
He... helped me? I expected it from my brother, but Travis? The one who fucked that girl in the first place? When he smiled at me... it made me feel warm inside. And involuntarily I smiled back.
My brother looks at me with an expression of confusion and worry. Probably because I am spacing out. He waves his hand frantically in front of my face.
"I see you, dumbass." I give him a low devious grin. He scowls at my descriptive....word choice.
"You're head was somewhere else I was just checking." He purses his lips in a small pout. "Are you sure you don't have a concussion. I see the bump on your head." His eyes line with worry and I immediately deactivate it.
"I am fine, just thinking thats all." I give him a small smile and his fear is pushed aside right then and there. He puts his head on the crook of my neck and pulls me in for a deep hug. "You can't let people bully like that." He whispers. "Your my baby sister and you got to defend yourself. Its obvious their NOTHING compared to you." A tear slides down my cheek as he pulls me in deeper. "I wish mom were here." I sob. Her death last year caused so much heart break in our family. Dad barely talks to us, and Michael is the only one I have left. I feel a tear run down my back but its not my own. "Me too."
I made my brother cry.
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The next day is quieter. No confrontations from "Wanna-be Barbie"(I still don't know her name.), no meltdowns from me or my brother and so far no Travis Woods. And guess who just walks out of class. TRAVIS WOODS! Scratch that last statement of relief. Well now I have to thank him, I did not WANT to talk to him but he confronted the girl and I don't want to look like a complete ass.
I walk up to him slowly but surely preparing what I was going to say. He looks me up and down curiously but not saying or assuming anything. And I just let it out.
"Thankyoufordefendingmeyesterday." I say about one hundred times to fast. His confusion turns into a cheeky grin. I recompose myself.
"Thank you for defending me yesterday." I say calmer. His grin turns to a smirk and suddenly he is sizing me up. Taking me apart and putting me back together again trying to understand my puzzle. "Next time you should defend yourself." He responds dryly. His grin reappears. "And payment..." PAYMENT?!?!? "You have to go on a date with me after school." WTF?
"What? NO!" I say my shout a little to loud, getting the attention of a few bystanders.
"Yes. And I promise no flirting, no motives. Were just going to hang out." He says with a twinkle of hope in his eyes. No flirting no motives... I don't know... I guess it fine... he did help me.
"Fine. But if your an ass in anyway I am leaving." I tell him scowling.
His face lights up like a kid on Christmas. I silently face palm myself. What have I done?
"I'll text you an address later. See you." He walks out... Mistakes were made.
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I know it was a bit heavier than the rest but I wanted to show part of her past.
Thanks for reading :)
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Teen FictionKenya Miller is the dream girl. Perfect hair and curves to complement and friendly, bubbly personality. But will her harsh past hold her back? Travis Woods is the hot-ass bad boy all the girls dream of being with. Stubborn and cold to all around him...
