Beating again

Chapter nineteen

Sasha's POV

The rest of the week goes by in a blur. Two weeks. Three weeks and many weeks that I lose count. I have taken every opportunity to avoid Ethan, making absolutely no attempt to contact him and not picking any of his calls. Luckily enough, Jessie has been sticking to my side and helped me not think about him too much, though my mind has always slipped.

On a weekend where I have to stay alone in my house, because Jessie and Lucy are busy with work, and Sydrah has seemed to abandoned her place, sitting in my couch and doing nothing but telling my mind that I shouldn't think of him.

I turn when I hear my front door opening.

Does anyone ever knock on my door?

Travis comes in and I feel like I want to vanish in thin air. I have been ignoring him as well. I don't know what kind of conversation I have to hold with him anymore, after all that I discovered.

"I knew you would be sitting like this on a weekend. Without me, you can't do anything." He says as he approaches and kisses me on the cheek. "How have you been?"

"Well, how about you?"

"Not so good. Last time I met with you, you ditched me." He remarks making me feel a bit awful.

"Sorry" I mumble quietly.

"Just sorry? No, treat me to something and I will consider your apology. I am craving Italian food. Come-on." He gets up and I just stay seated.

"Let's just order." I say rather too lazy to get up, let alone going out.

"I won't beg you to go out with me." He says. As if I asked him to.

"Don't beg me." Is my humble reply and I look away.

"You never take me serious, do you?" His tone goes a bit harsh and I look up at him. He then starts going off in rapid French, which I can't seem to keep up with. I try to catch a few words but nothing, so I just give up and agree to go out with him.

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The Belli bistro. I knew this sucker was gonna bring me here. I kind of don't feel comfortable with this place. I mean, I have been here so much that I am fed up.

Ha! Nice excuse Missy.

"Should I?" Travis says leaning  towards the table.

"Should you what?"

"Great! You have not been listening to me. Should I tell you one of the jokes I have learned?" He says making me pinch my glabella while I groan. Travis and his jokes! "Please." I nod frantically. He won't leave me alone.

He smiles and leans back excitedly. "A question. What's the best time to go to the dentist?"

I frown. "I don't know."

"Tooth-hurty." He says, his smile stretching further upwards, as he looks at me eagerly. "Are you gonna laugh?" He asks when I just look at him with slight disgust. I shake my head no, and his shoulders sag.

"Why? That was a good joke."

"No."

"Okay, I have just another one." My eyes automatically roll. Can he just quit this thing of making jokes? They are so pitifully lame.

"What is orange and sounds like parrot?"

I look at him for a while before answering. "Carrot?"

"Oh no, you ruined it. I had a carrot just ready to raise it up and say "carrot"" He raises up a piece of sliced carrot from his salad and lazily throws it in his mouth.

"Okay, here is another one." Another one? Are you kidding me?

"No." I raise up my hand for him to not continue with his jokes.

"Please, please. Just this one. It's the last one, I promise."

"Travis, no."

He leans back and sips on his juice from a straw. "Okay, I have a question for you." He mumbles coolly. "Why  does the skeleton not go treak or treating?" I lift my eyes from my plate and look at him furiously. "Just answer." He nearly pleads.

"I don't know." I say already rolling my eyes further back in my head, before he even finishes it up.

"Because it has no body to go with." He says and I chuckle softly. That got to me actually.

"That was a good one, yes?" He says nearly laughing.

"Nice." I chuckle some more.

"Another one." He says and I eagerly wait for another. "Why don't cannibals eat clowns?" I just raise my eyebrows signaling him to say it already.

"Because they taste funny." He says making me throw my head back with a hearty laugh. Just for once, his jokes are working. He looks at me with amusement and I can't stop laughing at the last joke.

Suddenly, my eyes are caught by a figure of  a person just entering the bistro, kicking right in my teeth. My laughter suddenly fades as I look at Ethan walk from the entrance through the tables. I find myself caught in one of those slow motions from movies. His lips curl up in a sexy winsome smile turning the slow motion into a time freeze. His clean teeth displaying themselves away like white pearls.

Oh my God! He is tugging on my heart strings and he doesn't even know that. I just hope my mind isn't just making things up.

He then looks at his side and I see Jemma walking along side him as she says something to him. Something that must've made him smile earlier. The thought immediately irritates me.

My jaw clenches and I try to breath through the acrimony now holding my lungs hostage.

"I need to use the restroom." I get up and disappear before Trav finishes his other joke. I enter the ladies' room and immediately turn on the faucet, water making a splash sound as a tear streams down my face.

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