‘|..Travis Phelps..|’

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You sat quietly on your seat, the cafeteria loud and stench, just horrid as always..The smell of bologna intoxicating you too the point you were willingly not breathing, you cringed, eyebrows furrowed..eyes caught upon Travis once more, a disturbed kid who always found a way to bug Sal (Sally) into insulting him, almost as if he liked for it..he ate silently, or so he thought, munching on his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and stacked, there was that disgusting bologna sandwich.. slit in two.

[..Travis..] :“What the fuck are you looking at, jerk?”

You blinked, studying his expression? Seemingly as if embarrassed, he corrected himself, extended his hand and looked away. Offering, it was off and seemed planned, as if he was ready to do this but accidentally messed up. [..Travis..] :“Have it dipshit..it’s not like I fucking needed it.” He looks you up and down more like darting, as if you lacked meat, muscles, was he making fun of you?

His words catching you off guard, piercing right through you as you quickly hurried to straighten yourself and look straight at him, his words making you snap your mind back to earth..You seemed just the bone and surprisingly he was right about something, for once, you looked down at your thighs shyly, reaching your hand up to snatch it from his hand..A thankful smile tugging at your lips as you bowed your head lighty and thanked him, he muttered a low welcome and looked away, blushing similarly like how he did with whenever Sal wasn’t looking, though this time was different..

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“Thank you, you’re quite nice actually..”

“Oh..thank you I didn’t think you’d care, well you’re a real sweet..”

“I guess I should take it, thank you..”

“Oh, no thanks I believe that maybe you need it more than me..”