Maid For His Love {mxm}

Maid 12.

"And I am feeling so small. It was over my head, I know nothing at all and I will stumble and fall. I'm still learning to love. Just starting to crawl," Say Something, A Great Big World

"Thank you so much, class. You have really been on top of your game lately. I also want to give a shoutout to Ezra Moore and his team for creating the best presentation!" I nearly died on the spot as all eyes turned to Travis and me, claps sounding in unison. Professor Rollins seemed pleased as he ran through the slides of our PowerPoint.

"Wow," Travis chuckled, winking to Korina across the lecture hall. "Why must he be like this?" I mumbled, sliding lower in my seat. I just wanted to throw myself out of the room because all of the attention was totally unnecessary. "It's fine cuz' he's giving us our A," I rolled my eyes as the professor declared the class to be over, watching as the fellow students grabbed their belongings and made their way towards the door. "I would've been completed fine if he would have said your name instead of mine," I grumbled.

For some reason, the plan of sticking to the shadows wasn't really working out for me. I thought that it would my first year considering that I was brand new on the scene and I was just getting used to things. It worked for a while until it didn't. I guess my dreams didn't allow me to lurk in the dark for too long. I had to shine somehow.

"Nah Ez, you need to get your credit when it's due," Travis smirked, throwing his arm over my shoulder as we stepped down the stairs to exit the room. "Without you, we wouldn't have gotten this project done, and you know it," He flicked my ear and I went to bite his fingers, growling as he snatched his hand away. "Okay, old yeller. Do you need a treat?" He pressed his nose to my cheek, teasing me and I grimaced as I pushed his head away. Affection from Travis was a bit stifling, one could admit, but it wasn't unwelcomed.

"S-shut up," I stuttered with a pout and he guffawed, throwing his head back as he did. "You're too cute, Ezra," He pulled me close to him and I blushed, wondering what had gotten into him all of a sudden. "I think you're talking about yourself," I retorted in a self-deprecating way and he frowned, pushing open the doors to walk in the hallways. "Ez, you don't really give yourself much credit, do you?" Ah, the rich boy hit the nail on the head. "What's that supposed to mean?" I drawled, rolling my eyes as his arm left my body.

"You just don't realize how perfect you are to others," Travis chuckled softly and I furrowed my brows, mingling in with the crowd of students. I didn't know how to respond to those wonders, due to the fact that I had never heard such atrocities leave his lips in all of our years of friendship. "Oh," I winced, rubbing the side of my head awkwardly.

I had no idea what to say to that because this was a different level that we were treading into. "It pains me that you don't know what to say to that, man," I snorted uncomfortably. "Yea well, it's what you signed up for when you decided to be my friend," I didn't know it then and I'd probably never know, but there was a look of disdain flashing on Travis's face but it was too quick for me to even gauge.

"Yea," He nodded with a terse smile on his lips, looking away from me to the courtyard that was outside, where people could hang out and do work with others. "Friends," I didn't know why it sounded as if he was mocking me, but it did. I blinked in confusion. I went to speak, to ask him why he sounded so depressed and pissed all of a sudden, hoping that he would offer a pragmatic solution. However, he beat me to the punch.

"What happened to your glasses, Ez?"

Travis pointed to my fingers that were caressing my head without me even realizing it. "Not that I don't like you without glasses, because I do," I saw a little pink dotting his cheeks as he ran a hand through his hair. "But it's just unusual," He relayed and I sighed, wondering if I should tell him the truth. "Uh," I grinned, though there was absolutely nothing funny about the situation. "You see, w-what had happened was, I was working and uh," I scratched the back of my neck.