For those of you wondering, Travis' hair is curly as seen in the chapters, he doesn't have any hairstyle so far, he simply has curls all over his head something similar to Diane's natural hair.
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Diane pov
The past few days, Travis did not look so good. He looked like he could drop to the ground asleep any minute now. He even fell asleep in math, 5 times. The bell rung, as everyone packed up their things and went out. I didn't have my things packed up in time, so I was one of the last ones out.
"This is the most sleepy kid I've seen. This is the principal's son?" Mrs. Jones mumbles, "Diane, will you wake him up?" I put on my book bag, and nodded.
I walked to the other side of the classroom and went to his desk, should I smack him upside the head or gently poke his cheek? I took my moment and ruffled his hair, I have never felt hair this soft before. DIANE GET IT TOGETHER FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME! WAKE HIM UP! I shook him. Not budging. He was dead sleep, how is it possible to fall asleep while someone's talking? Wish I'd known. I shook him some more, "Travis!" Mrs. Jones walks over to him and I. "TRAVIS SANCHEZ!!" she slaps her ruler on his desk, making me jump a bit.
But it did the trick. He slowly sat up, "You was asleep, 6th time" she tells him.
"Is he like this in other classes you possibly have him in with?" she turns to me, I nod, "Speech" "Well, his father did tell me of the sleeping problem he has- Travis?" she looks at him, he almost fell asleep again. I started to pack his things up for him. I noticed a designer name brand tag on the inside of the book bag.
So this isn't some ordinary thing? Travis stretched and yawned as he stood up, Mrs. Jones wrote with her pen on a sticky note, and gave it to me. "Diane, this is an excuse here. Make sure Travis gets to class safely" I nod. I reached Travis his book bag, he slaps it on roughly. "Cya, Mrs. J" he says sleepily.
"Don't fall" she smirks. We both walk out into the hallway. It was almost empty, just a few who were about to be late-including us.
"Are you okay?" I look up and ask him. He nods, blankly, I looked at his feet dragging against the tile floor, accompanied by his sluggish walking. Please tell me this guy isn't high again, he almost tripped. "Trav-" the late bell rung, but he was in no hurry. "*ahem* I think you need to leave early" I say louder than usual so he could hear me. I have a "quiet voice" according to some people.
He stops, I kept walking but stopped, not hearing his footsteps. I turn around looking at him, his green eyes eyeing at the floor while playing with his straps and biting his lip. I had a questioning look on my face,
"??" I walk back to him, "What's wrong?"
"Its nothing. I think its the medication I've been taking" medication??? "Medication?" I walk up to him, "Its for depression." he lowers his voice, "You have depression? I'm surprised" I look up at him, "Is it that bad?" he nods.
What could have happened to the Travis Sanchez that made him have depression? I thought I was the only one with crippling depression!I was going to ask but I found it may be too personal to him. "Maybe" he replies.
"Maybe?" I raise a brow, he sighed in defeat, "Well.... I'm always here if you need someone to talk to" I talk low, he slightly smiles, it was hard to tell if he was blushing or not. "I just had a rough night last night." he adds, "Oh. I hope everything turned or turns out alright" I say.
I grabbed his wrist gently and led him on down, passing down another hallway, maybe it'll keep him awake in a way, just hope he doesn't fall on me or that'll be the end.Travis' class was on the very bottom floor- in the basement people here call it, AP Spanish, remember the time he handed me his schedule earlier in the year? I read the whole schedule that quick. I heard it's very hard, and the teacher talks to you completely in Spanish. But it should be a easy class for Travis lucky him.
I look behind my shoulder, weird I thought I saw someone? It was like a blur distant from Travis and I. I kept holding his wrist, shaking it a bit. As we were passing by classrooms, I look beside me, to my right seeing Tee in a classroom full of people, but the door was open. She was staring at me the whole time as we both passed on by. I realized I was holding his wrist the whole time, have we become this close? Is this what its like to have a new friend?
Wait, I'M HOLDING HIS WRIST!? I realize and began to let go of his wrist, it was beginning to become an awkward moment of silence, and walking. Before I had my precious hand back, it was grabbed by his hand suddenly.
" !" I stopped, feeling the jerk of my hand, look back at him, "Why are you holding my hand?" I look at his hand somewhat entwined with mine, his was warm and soft, somewhat, almost wet-feeling, compared to my small cold and dry hand.
I look up at him, seeing the rays of the sun from the window we were standing beside of, I can see tiny dust particles dancing their way through the warmth of vitamin D.
It made an effect on his skin, it made his tanned skin glow like honey, and his cheeks with an innocent-like rosy dusting over them. His chocolate curls were like chocolate syrup, and made his green eyes almost like a minty green, fresh, besides smelling like cinnamon all the time, does he work in a bakery or something?
Wait am I staring again? Its not like I'm actually in love, I have other important things to do than drool over a guy.
"What?" I break the silence, "Is there something on my face?" I raise an eyebrow. "No, it's just that your eyes look really great in sunlight" he chuckles, "Yeah, I think that medicine is getting to you buddy" I yank my hand back. We made it to his class, "See ya later alligator" I say, "After a while crocodile" he gives me a faint smile as he went in and I walked off. He actually knows that saying? Haha......for some reason his face just left me unsettled, it's hard to explain, but he just looks like he's about to give up on life.
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