A|N: Hullo! I decided that I will update once every week. I decided that I will use Travis here, as he is the one being subject to SimTube embarrassment. Poor Travis! Anyhow, I decided to also introduce my Sim in this chapter, as she is awesome and would look adorable in a Royal Academy uniform. :)
PS…
Thanks Lilcutie58!
Travis's POV
As soon as I slammed the door, I immediately regretted it. Maybe Summer really wasn't faking, I thought. As soon as that thought came into my head, I put it to the back of my mind as soon as possible. Summer was now not a part of my life. After that episode, I decided that she was no longer my crush and I needed to let go of her. She was too much to handle. Summer would have long conversations on day, and then the next day she would ignore me entirely.
I slumped my back on the dorm wall and ran my fingers through my hair. Then, I stood up and opened the dorm door proudly. Summer Powers is no longer a part of my life, I thought. I am a free man.
I straightened my academy sweater and grabbed my book bag from the coat hanger. Walking across the stone sidewalk to class, I held my chin high and my back straight. I congregated many snickers and smirks from the surrounding students, but even though I didn't know why, I still kept my chin up. I felt a small vibration in my pocket. It was probably my phone.
I slid it open and found a text from an unknown number. The area code was in the tri-island area, so I accepted the number and read the text.
To: Travis
From: Brandi
Heyy Trav, guess hu is up on SimTube? that vid was hi-larious!
In the text was a link to SimTube. The video that popped up was, to my horror, Summer asking me out to the Autumn Dance. No wonder people were laughing at me! I looked like a total freak!
I ran to class and pulled my hood over my head. My phone kept buzzing, but all the calls and texts were about Summer. For the first time in my life, I was forced to ignore my phone.
In class, it was even worse. Our science professor, Dr. F, paid no attention to his class; instead he was busy taking notes on Makoto and Tobor. I was forced to be laughed at by my fellow science pupils as they acted out the scene, watched the video countless times and made rude remarks such as, 'Where's Summer lover boy,' or, 'Look behind you, it's Summer!' I whacked my head on the table and pulled my hood over my face. The only person in the class who didn't make fun of me was Goth Boy, mainly because he was busy writing poetry.
When class was over, I made my way to the library, but was stopped on the way by a hooded figure in an academy skirt. The hood was covering her face. She pulled me aside into the bushes where she revealed her face. It was Emily Fields, one of the first years.
"Look," I said, "If this is about the video, I don't want to hear it. I need to get to the library."
Emily looked agitated, "Geez. It's like you don't want that stuff off of SimTube. If you don't want help, I won't give it to you." She stalked off, but I ran to catch up with her.
"Wait! Emily! Did you say you could help me?"
She spun around and gave me a death stare. Her sparkling brown eyes meant business, "Yeah, in other words. I can hack into computers, websites, whatever. You name it, I hack it."
"I really need help. The sooner that video is down, the sooner I can get out of this annoying hoodie."
"Fine. I'll do it. I just need you to do me a favor first."
I was practically begging on my knees by now, "Yes! Anything!"
"Stop calling me Emily, my name is Emmi." Emmi flipped her brown hair over her shoulder and continued walking away.
I chased after her again, but she ran away faster than I could run. Eventually she turned a corner into the library, but when I entered the sanctuary of books, she seemed to have disappeared. I sighed and settled myself down in the geeky section of the library. Just as I was about to open a book on telephone history, Emmi crept behind me and clapped her hands in my face.
"Travis! Are we going to do this or not?"
"You ran away from me! What was I supposed to do?"
"Just… Whatever. I hack into Butter's SimTube account, and you stand guard. The video will be off the website in no time."
We went over to the computers and she opened up SimTube. I couldn't keep track of what she was doing, because I needed to distract Brendan from not going on the computers. That was not an easy task.
In about five minutes, Emmi walked up to me and said that the video was gone from the internet forever. I bent down to tie my shoe, and when I looked up to thank her, she had disappeared. I shrugged and opened my book on phone history. I read about this old geezer named Alexander Sim Bell, who invented the telephone. I would have loved to meet him.
Yet again, I heard a loud clap in my face. I looked up and saw Emmi giving me a disapproving stare.
"Well, aren't you gonna thank me?" She questioned.
I looked at her as if she had three heads, "But you ran away again! What was I supposed to do?"
"Whatever," Emmi ran off, but this time, I didn't follow. I had other plans on my mind. Evil plans.