♡ 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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Earlier this morning
20 minutes before school begins
The hallway
Dianes pov
I made it to school earlier before the school day began so I could finish up some homework I fell asleep on last night. Some algebra textbook questions. Luckily I have pictures of the pages on my phone, so now all I have to do is put my stuff up in the locker, and avoid Travis.
That's all...........It's just so awkward to see him today after what happened yesterday, I can use this time to recharge my social battery!! I try to encourage myself while opening my locker up from the lock and slap the big brick in the locker, and slammed it shut and locked it quickly only to see Travis' tall figure and his smile, "WAAAH!（｀〇Д〇）" I jump, "Hey pequena(✿◠‿◠)" Travis says cheery like.
"I-Tr-Travis quit scaring me like that!! I almost died just then!" I grab my chest. "What do you want?" I rest my hand on my closed locker, while placing my other hand on my hip, looking down at our shoes on the floor, ha, we're both wearing Jordans.
"Eh, we didn't get to finish that last part from yesterday, ya know? The tree map from the essay?" he leans against the lockers in front of me, lowering his voice, since there were people around, so I got the message. At least there is loud chatting and going on in the hallways so not everyone would exactly focus on us. "Oh, erm, yeah...I-I guess time went by faster than we thought" I rest my back on the lockers, dancing my fingers on them behind me, "Sure did." Travis laughs.
"......what's going on?" he looks down on me, I'm feeling stared down so much. What do I say!? Um, UMMM- "Nothing! Nothing a-at all! ^-^;"
"Well your arm is shaking a bit ....and ....you're not looking at me. I didn't hurt you did I?" he asks concerned.
It felt like everything froze in time around me, I slowly look up at him, with no way of hiding my blushing red face, avoiding any self murmurs of profanity. "What are you referring to mister?-v-" my tone changes to a playful one, despite my nervousness.
"Nice try, but we both already know what is on our minds." he says, "....Really are you okay?" his hand gently lands on my shoulder, I almost shot through the ceiling, I moved his hand off, "Is that it?" ugh, he caught me.
"It's just a little sore. Only a little" actually it was more of my collar bone area but the pain is still around my shoulder. I feel like a tea kettle that's screaming on top of a stove aisle right now. I don't want to be reminded of how I got home.....
