Chapter 12: Chapter Eleven

Seth’s Point of View

With a contented sigh, I smiled at my handy work: French toast with eggs, bacon, sausage and a side of fruits. Now, I have to wait for Travis to come and get his breakfast. I did something really bad last night, well, more like this morning. First I thought about taking a run for it and going to school early because I couldn’t face Travis after what I did. Then I thought this would be my punishment to myself so that I won’t do it again. I hadn’t even knew what I was doing until I finished doing what I was doing. Ugh. I groaned and rested my elbows on the counter top and my face in my palms.

The hardwood floor creaked, making me raise my head to reveal Travis halting mid-step with a towel wrapped around his waist. He did a 180degree turn back to where he was coming from, shouting, “I’m going to get dressed”. Don’t think about it, Seth. Do not think about it, Seth. It’s forbidden territory. I let out a sigh. He is so fucking hot. Mother, why did you have to be so stupid! He could have been mine! All mine!

Travis came back, looking just as good in clothes as he does in just a towel. He wore beige cargo pants, green and black Jordan’s, a black long sleeve Louis Vuitton shirt that accentuated his tone body.  He had a gold watch on his wrist. He made the watch look good, no lie. I wish he wouldn’t look so good all the time. Other people see him and ogle him; I notice this, both males and females. I don’t want anyone else to notice him because then they’d be interested in him. I’d die if he fell for someone.

“Morning, thanks for making breakfast,” he said, sitting on the opposite side where his plate sat.

“You’re welcome, it’s the least I can do,” I said. He stared at me blankly, then chuckled and shook is head.

“How was your night, Seth?”

“What do you mean?” I responded quickly, gulping. Shit! Shit! Shit!

“What do you think I mean?”

“Um.” Oh shit. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that I was doing it. I swear that—”

“Dude, what are you talking about? I only asked you your night was because I couldn’t sleep.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Why are you blushing so much? What did you do?”

“Nothing. See in you class. Bye.” With that, I grabbed my bag and dashed out the condo. Holy fuck that was close. I feel so dirty. I can’t believe I jerked off while thinking about Travis. It’s not my fault that I woke up with a hard on as stiff as a board after a mind-blowing dream about Travis and I. I had no idea I wanted him so bad. I want to be with him in everyway possible but neither of us is ready. There are too many unanswered questions between us. There’s too much between us period.

I kept looking back to see if Travis was following me. I’m not sure why I thought he would be following me. I smiled when I saw the bus stop up ahead. The sign felt like freedom to me. And I was almost free until a grey Charger pulled up next to me.

“Get in the car, Seth.” I got in. His assertive tone of voice gave me no choice. He drove off as soon as I put my seat belt on. “Do you work today?”

“No,” I answered.

“You just walked out on, scratch that. You just ran out on me when I was talking to you. You can’t do shit like that if we’re suppose to be nice to each other like you want. I can’t be nice if I’m annoyed or pissed off.” Feeling like crap, I looked at him to see the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. Asshole.

“But you’re neither,” I stated. He laughed. Asshole.

“I’m not right now but don’t walk out on me when we’re having a conversation.”

“Okay.” And I smiled because I was happy. I realize that’s the first time he laughed since I saw him again. “Would you like to have lunch with me today?” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “As friends I mean,” I added quickly before he turned me down in fear of I was really asking him out. “Or roommates if you don’t consider me your friend.”

“Lunch it is then,” he said.

“What happened to you other car?” I asked so that I wouldn’t make a fool out of myself with out giddy and happy I felt.

“Huh?”

“The black BMW.” I remember one day it was raining really hard and he drove to school. Actually, it rained that entire week and he drove to school that entire week. Yes, I noticed him.

“Oh. My dad donated it. This,” he said, knocking the heel of his palm on the steering wheel, “is a graduation present, but I only got it a couple months ago”

“It’s a nice car”

“Do you know how to drive?”

“No,” I mumbled. I don’t know why admitting that to him made me feel embarrassed.

“Never mind then,” he said after awhile.

“What were you going to say?” I asked.

“Oh, I love this song.” He turned the radio up, completely ignoring me.

I'm half gone 'cause my lady ain't here.

I been smoking and drinking, just sitting here in my chair.

Tears are steady falling, I can't stop make em' stop.

I keep falling deeper baby.

I ain't the same since you up and left with my heart.

One minute it was good the next it was bad.

I wonder what happened to what we had.

Girl, you just left me without a sign and I need you back before I lose my mind.

Girl I'm falling and I can't get up baby.

I'm falling and I can't get up baby.

I'm falling and I can't get up babe,

I'm falling deeper, deeper...deeper.

I got everything but I don't have you.

I can't help but think of all the things we used to do.

Don't wanna hang in the streets cause I don't wanna find on one new.

Girl, you got your hooks in me, got me stuck like glue.

One minute it was good the next it was bad.

I wonder what happened to what we had.

Girl, you just left me without a sign and I need you back before I lose my mind.

Girl I'm falling and I can't get up baby.

I'm falling and I can't get up baby.

I'm falling and I can't get up babe,

I'm falling deeper, deeper...deeper.

Can you come catch me 'cause I think that I've reached the end of my rope?

And girl I just refuse to believe that we've reached the end of the road.

Girl I'm falling and I can't get up baby.

I'm falling and I can't get up baby.

I'm falling and I can't get up babe,

I'm falling deeper, deeper...deeper.

He pulled in the parking lot and he barely parked before I got out. I could feel my anger boiling and I hated myself for getting so angry. Yes, I fucked up but does he have to make me suffer and remind me about it every chance he gets?

“Seth!” I heard Travis calling after me. I was so close to tears that the slightest thing would break me right now. I just wanted to get away from him. “Seth!” I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was spun around to a glaring Travis. “What the fuck were you thinking getting out the car like that? You could have hurt yourself!”

“Well I’d rather hurt myself than being hurt by you throwing my mistake in face every chance you got!” I yelled back at him. “One hurts less than the other”

“Me? What did I do now?”

“The fucking song, Travis!” I yelled. “What do you think?”

Now he just looked confused. “The song? What—oh,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry that you’re upset but that song had nothing to do with you. I’ve loved that song since like 2008. Wait,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “If anything, shouldn’t that song have told you something positive?”

“I don’t know, okay?” I admitted. “It just made me upset”

“I’ve already told you everything I have to say and I’m sure if I had something to say I’d say it instead of playing some stupid song just to get to you. I’m not as cruel as cold hearted as you think I am. And I’m sorry that you think I’m trying to make you feel bad or whatever but I’m not.” I nodded, not knowing what else to say. “Let’s go to class then.” I fixed my backpack on my shoulder and started walking with him. He kept glancing at me every couple seconds. I’m still a little upset so it didn’t bother me.

We got to class. I went to my seat first then Travis sat behind me. I smiled because this is usually where I would turn around and say hi to him and he’d either say hi back or say “what?” in a not so nice way. It didn’t matter how harshly he said it or how crappy I felt, the fact that he spoke to me always made my day.

“You’re not leaving are you?” I asked him when he walked past me.

“No, I’m going to the cafeteria to buy a coffee drink. You want anything? Lotion maybe?” I frowned and shook my head. Why would I need lotion?

Dr. Gomez was late and Travis hadn’t come back yet. Finally, Dr. Gomez arrived and started giving handouts. Travis came in five minutes later while Dr. Gomez was setting up a movie or PowerPoint or something, I don’t know.

“Thanks for gracing us with your presence, Travis,” Dr. Gomez said. I have a feeling he gets a kick out of putting Travis on the spot. That’s partially my fault.

“It’s my pleasure, Dr. Gomez,” Travis said. The class chuckled while Dr. Gomez smirked. I shouldn’t have been so honest with that paper. I guess I just really wanted someone to talk to.

“Alright, now that everyone is here…let’s talk about the upcoming project that is worth thirty percent of your final grade.” I noticed his eyes twinkling as he looked at Travis and I.

I groaned internally. He’s trying to play matchmaker again.

A/N SO THEY’RE MAKING NICE LOL—SORTA.  WHAT IS DR. GOMEZ UP TO? HMM.