Disciple (Sal x Travis)

Trees

Listen to this song fully thank yyyyyooooouuuuu.
TW in this chapter for a lot of self loathing
Travis
This hallway smells like shit. And so do all the people in it.

"Hey, Travis-" I looked up to see my- er.. not really friends.. just some guys that have been talking to me.

"Hey." I replied with a small wave, leaning against the lockers with them.

Spinner only speaks to me because no one else will, and Kross doesnt speak much.

"Dude," Spinner eyed me up and down with an unsavory expression.

"What? What is it? I-Is there something on my sweater?" Frantically I looked down at my sweater and pulled it out to examine for stains.

Spinner howls in laughter, "Uh, yeah, man, theres something on your sweater. Its gay."

My face felt like there was boiling water poured on it, "That's not funny, Spin."

Spinner was a big guy. Pretty tall, muscular. A little intimidating.

He rolled his eyes at me and shoved my shoulder, "Dont act like a queer, Trav."

"Speaking of queers.." We heard Kross mumble.

I glaced at him to see where he was looking, and followed his gaze to a certain Sal Fisher. Perfect..

I allow myself a devilish grin when I look at Spinner and Kross.

"Watch this." I said while walking towards Sal.

This should make me feel better.

Sal
"Dudes, can we make a no more ghosts alliance?"

Larry could be such a wimp. Who wouldve thought a 6 foot tall man could be such a whiney ass.

Groaning, I responded, "Nooo, dude what the fuck would the point be."

Larry looked at me with his mouth hanging open, "Uh, DUH, retard, we could just, like, have a normal school year?" He smacked the back of my head.

"Ow."

"Sorry, dude."

Next thing I knew I was getting shoved into the locker behind me.

"Good morning, faggot." Travis held me into the lockers by my shoulders.

I smirked at him, "Tell that to your swea-"

He punched me right in the fucking mouth. Well, he hit my prosthetic, which hit my mouth. But in all honesty that only made it worse.

I shoved him as hard as I could, and he stumbled back a little.

"What the fuck is your problem, Travis?" I Shouted at him, people turning to look.

Larry stepped closer in, grabbing Travis by the collar of his sweater and slamming him into the locker, "Look, Phelps. I recommend you get the fuck off to your little 'beating up vulnerable boys' fantasy, somewhere else."

Travis' dark skin nearly glowed red as he pushed Larry of of him so hard I thought Larry would fall.

He looked at us with eyes full of pure hatred, and a little bit of sadness..

"Fuck you both." He pointed two fingers at us, then one at me, "You're a fucking freak."

Travis

I can't control myself, can I? I can't even harass him without only being able to think about how good he smells.

Fuck OFF Travis.

I stomped into the mens restroom and slammed the door shut, locking it afterwards. Pacing back and forth through the bathroom, breathing hard. I pushed the sleeves up on my sweater, frantically snapping the rubber band on my wrist, trying to catch my breath.

I stopped myself in front of the mirror and stared at myself. Nostrils flared, red face. This only makes me angrier at myself and I shove my hands up my sweater and pinch the bruises on my ribs.

It hurts enough for me to audibly wince, while mumbling, "Stop thinking about it, Travis, it's okay, you're okay, stop thinking."

I went back to pacing and snapping the rubber band after a while, and then I just sat in the floor with my knees pulled to my chest.

"You're the freak. A fucking fag." Saying it to myself makes me feel worse. If I'm being honest, my life could only get worse.

I stood up to look in the mirror again.

"Look at you," I scoff, "A total fucking flamer. Burn in hell." My blood boiled, "Burn in hell, Travis!" I shouted at myself, hurling my fist into the mirror.

Instant regret, ha. My hand started bleeding immediately, blood dripping through the cracks of the mirror.

Shit. Shit, shit, SHIT.

I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and squished it onto my fist as I ushered through the door and through the hallways.

I bumped into someone as I rounded the corner, "I-I'm sorry, Im just-.."

Sal.

Sal

"I-Im sorry, Im just-..."

I stared up at Travis, smiling over him stumbling over his words.

My smile drops when I see the dripping bloody toilet paper in his hands.

"Travis, you're bleeding." I point at the rags.

His nostrils flare up, "Yes, cocksucker, I know."

What is with this guy? I guess he just gets straight to the point, huh?

I rolled my eye, "Dude, where are you even going like that."

Travis' expression turned slightly uneasy, "The nurses office, why?" He looked down at his feet, shuffling on them a bit.

"Well you can't do that," I say, "They'll wanna know what happened."

"I fell."

"Bullshit. Come on." I grabbed him by the purple cashmere and dragged him into the bathroom.Of course he put up a struggle the whole 20 steps there.

"Get off, fag."

"Hm. Yet you did let me drag you in here, huh?" I grin, but he seems a little angry at this joke. "It uh.. that was a joke, Travis."

His tense-ness settles a little, and he takes a deep breath.

"Right.." he said, "sorry."

"It's all good.." I pulled the soggy red toilet paper from his hands and tossed it in the trash. "This the mirror?" I asked, pointing up at the cracked, red stained glass.

If I'm not mistaken, I got a chuckle out of him, "Yeah.. that was me.."

I nod and grab the wrist of his injured hand and shove it under the cold water faucet.

"Ow- shit."

I can't help but snort.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" He gives me that same disgusted look as before. A feeling of disappointment settles in my stomach. It was nice while it lasted, I guess.