TRAVIS
The weekend had been long, but not long enough. I thought as I stood face to face with Sam at my locker on Monday morning.
"Err..." I trailed before opening my locker. I could feel her eyes boring holes into the back of my head.
"Travis we need to talk," I heard Sam say as she took a hold of my shoulder.
"Talk about what? There's nothing to talk about—"
"Don't act dumb, after school, okay? I don't want to ruin your day," she said before walking away. I don't want to ruin your day? What does that even mean?
I took the books I needed out my locker, for the first time I'm not planning on being late. I don't feel like talking to anyone today, and thank goodness I don't share a class with Alex... Urg! The thought of the bastard made me want to kill myself.
I shut my eyes in an a
