"Now My Favorite Color is Blue" |Salvis (Travis x Sallyface)|

"You really know how to make me cry"

Travis POV
I sit on the bus, my eyes staring lazily out the window. I was drained, weird thing for a 17 year old to say right? But it was true, I was completely and utterly drained.  My father had been awful this morning, and a result of that was my black eye. I sigh as I put my head in my hands, I curled my hair into my fingers and sigh, I could have fallen asleep. The bus comes to a stop at the Addison apartments, I look up slightly, I know Sallyface was coming. I scoff, I didn't know how to explain it but everything about him pisses me off. Especially his face.

Him and two of his friends hop on the bus, and they take a seat near mine, I just watch quietly as they talk about what ever they usually do. I was to tired to pay much attention to them anyway, I turn back towards the window, we would be coming across where Ashley and Neil live, they also aggravate me. We stop and they get on the bus taking their respective seats. I growl lightly, why were they so close. I just huff and watch them, Sal turns and notices me staring, his eyes sparked with mild fear, realizing how close he sat to me. But that fear turns to mild concern when he notices my eye, his ocean eyes staring at me curiously.

I flip him off and go back to staring out the window, the anger I felt towards him was becoming clear. I just didn't have the energy to deal with it. Once we reach the school I stand quickly from my seat, making my presence known to the group in front of me, I stalk off the bus, hearing them whisper behind me. I head for the school, my mind still foggy, I didn't even process the people around me. One of course was Sal, I glance over to see him with his group, but he was looking at me, concern lacing his vision. I huffed looking away, I didn't need his pity.

Once I was in the building I quickly headed to my class, I had the same one as Sal, but I didn't want to get stuck talking with him. He might influence me in a way my father wouldn't like, I don't need him to have more reasons to pick on me. I sit down in the front of the class, knowing that people don't like the front, I watched Sal walk in not to long after I got there. He takes his usual seat in the third row, it wasn't all the way in the back, but it was pretty far. I glance back at him, he doesn't seem to notice, he was staring out the window while he could. I turn to my desk, putting my head down, it was close to the start of class otherwise I would have tried to get some sleep.

Eventually everyone else got into the class and, I look back up to Mrs. Packerton as class starts, she smiles lightly as she pulls up a stack of papers. Shit, I had forgotten about the test. Everyone in the class seems to also notice them, a wave of "oh dang" and groans went through the class. She just smiles "I assume you all already know what we're doing today, I told you last Thursday that we were having a test, so this isn't a surprise." She says standing up, I was surprised that she could still get around at her age. She put a stack of tests at the end of each row, I grab one and pass the pile to the person behind me. I start writing, my brain couldn't focus though, the pencil seems heavier than usual.

"Fuck" I whisper to myself, if I fail my dad will kill me. I do my best to push through the brain fog, I manage to answer most of them with confidence but the last few I was struggling with. Then I heard Mrs. Packerton asking Sal to wake up, I tense, of course he finished the damn test. I could hear her telling him something about not sleeping in class, I turn my head to look back at him. I still had my tired expression, I watched his eyes, one didn't seem to be as vibrantly colored as the other, and didn't move with the way he was facing. I noticed his eyes flicker towards me, I put up my mask. Anger written on my face, he seems to avert his eyes quickly. I jump slightly as Mrs. Packerton tells me to keep my eyes on my own paper. I huff turning back to the page in front of me, why was it so easy for him?

I finished my test about 10 minutes before class ended, I walk up and turn it in before sitting back down in my chair. I look down, confusion racing through my mind, why the hell was he concerned about me? Was it cause I wasn't being a such an asshole? I would have usually commented on something about him. Like how him and his friends were queer, which I was positive that at least two of them were. But I mostly just do that to keep up my appearance, I don't need my father finding out about who I am, and being kind towards them would break that shield I put up. I grab a piece of lined paper and start writing, I didn't sign it, nor did I write who it was intended for.