Finally my brother does something unrecognizable. He comes in my face.
SLAP.
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The force behind the slap knocks me back. Just as I look up, face stricken in hurt, Travis is crouched down in front of me. Unlike my face, his is of unbridled rage. I barely processed what happened. Sitting there with a blank expression, I watch as Travis kicks the shit out of my brother. I don't know if I am relived or horrified.
"Get out! Get the fuck out!"
Travis kicks him repeatedly, blood forming on his body. My brother, tears dripping down his eyes, looks at me sadness in his voice. Am I hurt, sad, angry? I don't even know anymore.
"I'm sorry. I am so sorry. Kenya, please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm sorr-" Travis looks him straight in the eyes, his voice cold, tone dropping octaves.
"Haven't you done enough?" And with that statement Michael is out the door.
Travis helps me to my feet, tears pour down my face, just like before. Travis grabs me tightly and pulls me in for a hug. I don't know when we got to this point, to be able to hug freely, but honestly I don't regret it. I shake in his arms as I breath in his vanilla like scent. I can't even begin to comprehend why Michael would do this, but no matter how much he just hurt me, its obvious Travis will defend me.
"Kenya... I am so sorry what happened." I sniffle, probably snotting all over his shirt. Looking him in the eyes, I only see one thing. Desire.
"Its not your fault." I say, confidently and quickly. Surprised he lets me go, and holds my hands in his. I look at him, desire contagious.
I don't realize what I did until its already happened. My mouth pressed against his as I nibble his bottom lip. We kiss for a long unmoving moment, until we finally pull away, both completely red and breathless. Dry tears are still on my eyes, glossy from everything that happened. I look at him, my sadness turning into a wide smile as I pull him in again. I moan in his mouth as his arms wrap around my waist. I don't know how long it last, yet it doesn't last long enough.
We meet eyes. I blush even more furiously.
"Didn't I say you would be mine?" He smirks, his eyes full of wonder. "Why?"
"Why what?" I respond.
"Why did you kiss me? You kept telling me you weren't interested." He looks at me, reminding me of the hurt I saw on our "date."
"Because I wanted to." Simple. Gets the point across. Right?
He draws me in for another hug. "You can stay here until your ready to go home. I wouldn't want to if I was in your position." I smile again.
"Thank you."
And that is the last thing I said before I realized I liked Travis Woods.
Welp. I'm screwed.
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AHHHHHH THEY FINALLY KISSED!!! And what do you think about Michael this chapter? How do you think he will react to the kiss? (IF he finds out ;0)
I love you all! I am sooooooooo sorry this is late!
Can someone help me cast Travis?
THANKS -Riley
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Crazy About You
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...