Missy's frown deepened, clearly upset, but Travis quickly remembered the barrage of texts she had sent after taking his number earlier. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through 50 unread messages from her. His eyebrows lifted slightly, a hint of disbelief on his face.
' Yandere vibes? ' he thought, glancing at her, half-amused.
He'd heard of girls like this before—clingy, obsessive. Oddly enough, it didn't bother him much.
"Missy, how are you doing?" he asked, putting his phone away, trying to defuse the tension.
"Not fine, as you can see," she replied, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at him.
He let out a small sigh. "Come on, cheer up. I'll buy you something during breaktime."
Missy's expression softened, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "Okay... but I'm still mad. Just not as mad as before." She paused, leaning in slightly. "So, what's your favorite thing in a woman?"
Travis smirked, leaning back a little. "I like me a thick girl with nice thighs... Joking." He paused for a beat, his eyes lowering suggestively as he added, "I like quirkiness."
Missy's smile grew wider, knowing she fit that description perfectly. She scooted her chair closer to him, her sudden proximity catching the attention of Roxxy, who had been ranting a moment ago. Roxxy turned, her eyes narrowing as she noticed Missy and Travis talking.
' That nerd,' Roxxy thought bitterly. ' He saw me this morning. Should I get Dexter to beat him up? '
She turned to Rebecca, who was still mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, and called her name, breaking her out of her social media haze.
"What?" Rebecca responded, her voice full of disinterest, barely looking up from her phone.
Roxxy glared at Rebecca, her tone sharp. "What's up your ass today? Whatever, can't you see what's happening right beside you?"
Rebecca lazily turned, catching sight of Missy and Travis, practically eye-fucking each other. She shrugged. "And? I genuinely don't care what that bitch does."
Travis, overhearing their conversation, wondered if they realized he could hear them.
'Guess Missy doesn't, ' he thought, seeing how she was completely absorbed in him.
"Man, you're such a bitchy. Fuck off!" Roxxy snapped, turning back in a huff, leaving Rebecca confused about what she did wrong.
Missy leaned in closer to Travis, her voice soft and playful. "So, Travis, do you like flat girls?"
Travis smiled slightly. "Flat? All boobs are hot to me. As long as they're on a woman, of course."
Missy blushed, clearly pleased by his response. "Thank you. You and I should really hang out. Alone, of course."
"Yeah, we should," Travis replied, his tone casual but with an edge of interest.
Before they could continue, Ms. Okita walked in, immediately diving into the lesson without an introduction. Missy frowned, reluctantly returning to her desk.
Travis pulled out his notebook, ready to take notes. Rebecca, sitting beside him, stole a glance at him, and for the first time, she began to notice how attractive he'd become. A blush crept across her face as she quickly looked down at her own notes.
' When did he get so hot? ' she wondered, flustered.
Class flew by, and when the bell rang, Travis packed up his things. As he passed Missy, he gave her a light tap on her ass, earning a smirk from her.
' I can't wait to gobble him, ' Missy thought, watching him leave.
Roxxy and Rebecca stood off to the side, both watching the interaction.
"We gotta do something about that," Roxxy muttered.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to do, cockblock her?"
"I don't know. I just don't like seeing them like that. Makes my skin crawl," Roxxy replied, clearly irritated.
"Me too, but there's not much we can do. Missy's been trying to fuck Travis for as long as we've known him."
' Fuck it, I don't care, ' Roxxy thought bitterly, crossing her arms.
As Travis exited the room, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Eve, Mia, and Judith standing there, all frowning at him.
"Ladies, how are you doing on this fine morning?" he asked awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood.
They ignored him, walking past without a word. Travis chuckled to himself. ' Wow, that's new, ' he thought, shaking his head as he continued on his way.
The next class Travis had was Music. As he entered the room, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing the clubroom ordeal was behind him. All that was left was retrieving his keyboard from Mrs. Smith. He dropped his bag at his desk, then headed out to get it.
On his way, he bumped into Ms. DeWitt, who was dressed in a stunning, body-hugging red umbrella dress that accentuated every curve. His eyes immediately drifted downward, drinking in the sight of her body. She noticed and playfully tapped his abdomen.
"Hey, eyes up here," she teased with a mischievous grin.
He smirked. "You sure? I kinda like the view down here," he replied, gesturing toward her breasts.
She giggled, her laugh soft and flirtatious. "You'll get to see them later. For now, where are you headed?"
"I need to grab my keyboard from Mrs. Smith," he answered.
The mention of Mrs. Smith made her face twist with disdain. "Ugh, I hate that woman. Well, good luck, sugar. Hope you're back soon."
Travis gave a nod and continued toward Mrs. Smith's office on the third floor. As he got closer, faint voice filtered through the door. He paused, recognizing what was happening inside, and a smirk curled on his lips.
' Time to get back at that bitch' he thought, as he prepared to make his move.
TO BE CONTINUED