Disciple (Sal x Travis)

Call me wild

Sal
I decided to avoid Travis. At least for today. He clearly wasn't in the mood to be around me and I figured.. maybe I should mind my own business.

Every time we passed in the hallway, he would lock eyes with me and I would have to force myself to look away. All I wanted was to help him.

I don't know why I would want to help him so bad. He's been such a pain in my ass since freshman year, and here we are now, seniors.

There's so much more to Travis Phelps than being a dick, though. The way he smiles and the way he laughs like no one is listening to him.. I just know that there's something inside of him that needs encouragement to just come out and be free.

I was so close to having that. Then it all got pushed scared back inside of him.

"Ash?" I was in AP chemistry with her, taking notes.

"Mhm?" She erased something off of her paper and corrected the mistake.

"Have you ever felt so... I dunno.. empty- I guess- that you found yourself stressing over someone who doesn't really want your help?" I look at her sheepishly, although she can't tell.

Her eyebrows twitch up and she pushes her bangs back with her pencil, "That's.. a very specific question."

I groan and put my hands on my prosthetic, "I know.."

"But.." she goes on, "I can say that I have definitely felt that way before."

I peek through my fingers, "And what did you do?"

"I told them my feelings for them."

Wait, slow down, "Feelings?" I ask, a little loud.

She scrunches her nose a little, "Um, yeah. Is that not what this is about?"

I shake my head, "I don't have those kinds of feelings for this person."...

Ashley nods, a grin on her face, "The way you worded it.. it seems like you feel something for them, right?"

"God, Ash, I don't know.." I shove my fake face back into my hands, contemplating.

Travis
All I could think of today is stupid ass Sal. I can't wrap my mind around what I'm so interested about in him.

I can't see his face, and even if I could, it's probably awful. A doctor gave him that mask, so it can't be pretty.

I've never even seen his smile.

But... I've seen the way his eyes light up when he does, and I've heard his laugh. His laugh is pretty. So are his hands, they're small, dainty. He always has his nails painted black and three or four silver rings on each hand.

"This one is a little devil," he told me once, pointing at one of the rings. That was while we were sitting on our log.

The way he talks is hypnotizing, he makes everything seem interesting.

I can't believe I did what I did today.

I need to apologize.

Sal
I sat on the edge of my bed, thinking about mine and Ash's conversation while polishing my glass eye. It gets a little scuffed up from time to time and I like it to look as real as possible.

I huff and slide the sphere back into my eye socket, blinking hard to get it situated.

I hook my fingers into the hair ties supporting my pigtails and yank them out, little wads of blue hair pulling with.