♡ 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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Travis' pov
I look over at Diane, who seemed to be deep in thought about something. It was a free day today. The classroom is filled with loud talking, and people doing whatever, to the background of heavy rain. I just didn't feel like talking a lot today. A lot happened yesterday at home and I just feel like the energy has been sucked out of me.
I've been trying my best to keep the thought of smoking a joint out of my mind. It's somewhat working, "What is it Travis?" Diane opens her mouth. "Oh, nothing, just chillin'"
"Well you can chill by looking the other way, and not at me" she says, resting her cheek in her palm, while looking down on her phone.
"I thought we were friends Diane, why you gotta be so mean?" I whine. "We are, but I don't want you staring me down like some creep!" she replies, slightly smiling, and finally decides to turn in her seat to look at me.
"So, you ever thought of that Secret Santa thing?" she asks me. "Yeah. I think I know what to get you anyway" I say.
"Travis to be honest you're hard to figure out. I don't know what to get you, really." she sighs, "If you're stressing out about that then I have one thing that I always wanted from a Secret Santa" I say, she looks at me in curiosity, "What?"
"Nothing." I lay back in my chair.
She gives me an annoyed look, "Travis that doesn't help. I mean, I'm not that great with guys. But.....I do notice something about you though a lot of people here don't notice....." she says trailing off. I look at her, "What?" I look at her.
"I don't think I should say it" she smiles playfully. I sit up in my seat, raising a brow, "You better." "Nope." a dimple shows on her cheeks.
"Dianneee"
"Just as I thought. You're curious, and you wear long sleeves all of the time." she continues, "You do too" she gets up and goes behind me, "What're you doing?" I ask, wondering, feeling gentle pull of the back of my jacket collar, "I'm surprised it's not another track suit or jogger suit.....you must really like Louis Vuitton, your favorite brand?" she asks, pulling on the back of my jacket more, as the tips of her fingers gently brushed against my neck, and the chain around my neck, that was hidden in my shirt.
She's checking my tag, isn't she? Of course. "Yeah, I guess you noticed that too huh?" I reply smirking.
"Yes. You should wear denim more, the color goes really well with your skin tone." she stops and sits in the empty desk in front of me. "I never really seen you in anything besides an oversized jacket." I say to her. "There's a reason behind that!" she says.
