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Chapter 5

Later that Night of June 27, 2012

All my life I'd tried to be strong and not let anything get to me. It was second nature growing up in a home like I did. With my mom leaving and all… My mom already never called me, never asked how I was, and didn't care about me. The last thing I needed was for my dad to forget about me too. My dad, the only family I had..

I cried out loud sobs that I'd held in for years. It felt good to finally let out the exasperation out. If my dad was wise, he wouldn't head up the stairs. He wouldn't open my door. He wouldn't talk to me. I know I was overreacting.. But I had a right to.

There was a tapping noise at my window. Two more stones hit the window. Not enough force to break it like the baseball, but enough to capture my attention.

I looked down. As expected Travis Stoll was throwing rocks at my window. I unlatched it and let the summer air waft into my room. "What?" I asked, my voice raspy from crying.

"Gardner! I can hear your crying from down the block. Did your cat die?" He shouted up at me, his hands cupped around his mouth to increase the loudness.

I blew my nose before answering.. "No. It's nothing."

"It doesn't sound like nothing!" He was closer to the house now. Eying the trellis up and down. "You sound like you just watched Titanic and that movie is hours long so I know you did not just watch the Titanic in the 5 minutes I left you alone."

I laughed. Who was this boy? "Ok, maybe it's not nothing.. But it still doesn't concern you!"

"I'm afraid it does.." He said as he started climbing up the trellis.

"Travis! Get down, you're going to fall. Just, don't come up. Please." Of course he ignored me and continued to climb until he reached my window and I had no choice but to help him through it.

"Thanks, Winifred." He smiled at me and I noticed how his teeth were crooked. "You're so not welcome."

He stood up and inspected my room, making me feel exposed. My room was the key to me. It spilled everything about me. If he found my writing journals..

"Well that was my ab workout for the day." He said regarding his climb up to my room.

I rolled my eyes and sat down on the bed. That was not an invitation for him to sit down next me, but Travis took it as it was. "You can leave now."

"But I just got here." He looked around. 'And may I say that I'm loving the pink walls and Disney posters. Didn't know you were that kind of girl." He teased.

I poked him in the ribs. "Seriously, shut up. Those were from my mom." Just saying her name raised a lump in my throat.

"I'm guessing the Panic! At the Disco and Fall Out Boy posters aren't?" He inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"No. I bought those myself." I was feeling flustered that he was commenting on everything in my room. He knew just how to make me uncomfortable.

He nodded. "I have to say, I'm impressed with your music taste. I expected something more along the lines of One Direction and Hilary Duff."

"I actually do like One Direction." He made a disgusted face. "But as for Hilary Duff.." I let out a small laugh. "Who even is she? Did she like die? I haven't heard any of her stuff since Lizzie Mcguire."

He leaned closer to me, making my mattress squeak. "I didn't make the treacherous climb into your room to talk about Hilary Duff.." I gulped. I didn't want to talk about it, couldn't he see that.

"I just want to make sure you're ok. I kind of figured out what happened. A lady came out of your house.." He said quietly.

The lump in my throat was back. "Yeah. I guess he has a new girlfriend."

"How do feel about that?" He asked me and I wanted to say something about how it wasn't cool to try and be Dr. Phil,. But for some unknown reason I answered.

"He's going to forget about me. Just like my mom did." The last part was barely audible. I couldn't even speak without crying and I sure as hell did not want to cry in front of Travis, knowing that I'd never hear the end of it if I did.

"I know how you feel." He said.

"No you don't." I backed away from him. "I saw what your house is like! Your family is perfect." I put my face in my hands.

"It's not perfect.." I found that hard to believe. "Mark isn't my dad. He married my mom when I was 14. Before, I lived alone with my mom and I sort of raised the boys." He shared. "It was hard when she met Mark, but everything worked out. My mom didn't forget about me. If anything, it brought us closer." He shared.

It must have taken a lot to confide in me. We barely knew each other. We met what, two weeks ago? "I'm sorry." I mumbled to him.

Travis pulled me into a hug and for once I let him. I didn't care who was on the other end of the hug, I just wanted to be held. "I swear to you Katie, your dad loves you. He'd never leave you."

I looked up at him. His blue eyes bore into my hazel. I felt weak and pathetic. I was too tired for a sarcastic comment. I had nothing to say accept a measly, "Thanks, Travis." And then Travis Stoll kissed me. On the lips.

I was shocked for a moment. And then I pushed him away. I was not into Travis like that.

Then I slapped him.. I probably shouldn't have done that.. But it was needed. I think?

SHIT JUST GOT REEEEALLLS.

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