♡ She's shy. He's a socialite. Both are different races. She's a teacher's pet. He's an Instagram star and the most popular guy at Middleton High, along with being the principal's son and has EVERY ONE around him. Diane Moore and Travis Sanchez are...
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School
Speech
Friday
Diane's pov
Travis won't talk to me and it's been bugging me. He was silent since yesterday, even when we had class together. He's never that silent, he only spoke when asked a question or someone said hey to him. If there was nothing to do then he would either be on his phone or sleep. I asked him what was wrong, and yet again he says nothing. Don't tell me he has a flu of some sort, to be or not to be, Diane? I looked at the board seeing a new set of notes to write down.
"This'll be the last of em after that, you can work on something from a different class or something else" Mr. Keith says. Surprisingly, I'm starting to like speech a little- only a little and not more than that. I took out my book, as Travis rested his head on his desk, facing away from me.
Did you do anything Diane? Nope. So I wouldn't worry with it anymore- but that was the problem I couldn't stop worrying about it.
What if he had more suicidal thoughts? What if he was planning on doing something horrible to himself? What if he... wait what is he thinking? I tried to talk to him but they weren't really words. More like, 'Are you okay?' I said that once, thanks to my anxiety, my voice was taken away, I wanted to say more than that but fear trapped the extra words and the words came out in three words. I have to speak up or slowly watch a brilliant soul die slowly, collapsing in on himself. Think of what you're gonna say while you still have this time now. I thought of it and prepared to say it.The sound of loud and mixed conversations were blurred out of my ears. I got up out of my seat and went around to his desk, his face hidden by the nest of his arms, revealing only his forehead and thick brown straight tresses, covered by his beanie hat.
As tempting was to dive my hand in the softness, I ignored it successfully. I poked his arm, the only reaction I received was a small rustle. "Travis can you at least look at me for one second? Please?"
"No"
"I said please what more do you want? A peanut?"
"You can have my peanuts" "...No. I'm being serious. Can you at least be serious for one second?" I ask. He sits up, tiredly finger combing his hair. I noticed a small cut on his face. (11/11/20- I just noticed how wrong that sounds yet funny at the same time ovo)
"Why haven't you been talking the past few? What's happening?"
"Nothing"
" Travis-"
"I said it's nothing!" the irritability was rising in his voice. "Don't make me go off on you in front of this class" mutter, determined to get on his bad side. "Do it." he says, daring me. I yanked his beanie hat off, and had it in the air, but I forgot my height difference so the hat was easily snatched out of my hand. "Tell me now!" I almost yell, as the classroom was filled with laughter and conversation, luckily us not having any caught attention.
