Chapter 4- Miss Sobriety

Travis- I'm not waiting around for you to convince your parents to let you come back.

Me- It's been what? 4 days since I left home?

Travis- 5.

Me- You're already trying to move on?

Travis- I've been trying to move on.

Me- Why didn't you just tell me that then instead of waiting till now?

Travis- I didn't want to hurt your feelings.

Me- And you think just because I'm hours away it hurts me less?

Travis- I don't see you crying.

Me- Selfish, that's all you are other than a coward.

Travis- Just don't worry about me Ell, I'm sure there are so many guys there that have interest already. We would never work being far away. It's too hard. Too many temptations.

Me- At least you waited a full five days to show me how immature you are.

Travis- is it making you feel better? Calling me names? I have to go.

Me - Really? Where? You don't go to school.

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Me- You know what? I think I'm better off without you anyway because I have a new life. I can't have some drunken ex-boyfriend come in-between me and my future.

Travis- And I can't have everything we had put a damper on my fun because of guilt. So I agree. Better off on this end also.

I turned off my cell phone and got out of bed. I headed to the shower before I made my way to class.

What a way to start a day.

Valerie walked with me to our first class but I didn't say much. I think it made her feel uncomfortable because she didn't want to ask what was wrong, but didn't want to say the wrong thing either. She made her way to her seat when we walked in; I attempted to make it to mine. Instead I tripped over something invisible on the floor, my books beside me on the ground.

This just was not my day.

"I hate those invisible objects myself." I heard someone say as I was lifted from the ground.

It was Tyler Simms.

"Yeah, it doesn't help when you're already clumsy either." I joked with a small smile on my face.

I watched him pick up my books for me and I took them thankfully from his hands.

"Thank you." I smiled.

He nodded and sheepishly grinned before heading to his seat.

I felt something and I wasn't sure what.

I liked it, but didn't at the same time.

Sara and I exchanged a few words before the teacher began.

Travis didn't go about doing what he did the right way. But I think he was right; there was no way it was going to work. I wanted different things now. I didn't want drugs, wasted nights I could never remember. The trouble, the cops, the hurt, and the pain I caused other people. The way I didn't care. The fights that shouldn't have happened. The way we made them happen no matter what. That was my past and will never be my future. I should have walked away from him the last time knowing that was the end. I shouldn't have convinced myself we were meant to be. Maybe it'd be different if I was that person. I'm not.

"Miss. Ryland Can you answer that?" The teacher asked.

I had no clue what the question was.

"Edward Fitzgerald" I answered so quick without the thought in my head. The word just blurted out with no intentions or knowledge on my part. My eyes went big.

"Very good." The teacher praised before returning to his lecture.

I looked to my right to see Tyler looking back at me with a smile.

How the hell did I know that answer? I guess I should stop complaining and be thankful I didn't just embarrass myself.

After English I decided that Math class wasn't a need at this moment and I headed to the gazebo I had sat in my first night at Spenser.