Summertime Loving

After waiting for everyone else to finish their morning routines, Travis finally stepped into the steaming shower. He let the hot water cascade over him, relaxing his muscles as he stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. The warmth seeped into his skin, washing away any lingering sleepiness, and he found himself planning the day ahead.

'Alright, I've got Vivienne's assignment to handle today. Not much else on the agenda,' he mused, feeling a smirk tugging at his lips. 'Maybe I'll let Mrs. Smith marinate a bit, circle back to her by the end of the week. As for Eve, well... she's still holding out. Unlike Judith and Mia, who've both come around and made up with me, she's playing hard to get. I kinda like that, honestly. Adds a bit of spice.'

His mind drifted to Missy and Rhonda. 'I should probably figure out a schedule for these women before I completely lose my sanity. Can't keep juggling them all without some sort of plan.' A chuckle escaped him as he realized how full his life had become lately.

He let the water wash over him a bit longer, clearing his thoughts before turning off the shower and stepping out. He grabbed a towel, drying himself efficiently before heading back to his room. He dressed simply, not putting much thought into it, and grabbed his bag, ready to head out the door.

On the walk to school, memories of his recent fight with the Russians surfaced, a reminder of how wild things had gotten. 'Wonder if they'll try anything else,' he thought, feeling a thrill at the idea. He shrugged it off, though. With his confidence at an all-time high, he felt ready for anything. 'As long as they don't pull out guns... I mean, I kinda want to see if a bullet could even take me down. It probably could... but what if it doesn't?'

[A/N: MF dumb as hell. Then again he is my character. ]

Travis shook his head with a grin, dismissing the thought. Soon, he was at school, striding confidently through the halls. He headed to his locker, grabbing his books. He wasn't planning on actually using them, but something about walking around with them felt oddly satisfying, like he was playing a role he had long outgrown.

' There's a few new teachers who I haven't met yet. Like the computer room lady. I wonder if I should hit? Nah let's wait for the update. '

Travis made his way to Mrs. Bissette's class and slipped into his usual seat, putting on his headphones and letting the music transport him to another world. He leaned back, drumming his fingers lightly on the desk in rhythm, savoring the calm before the day's chaos.

A few minutes later, Judith walked in, her eyes immediately locking onto him. A bright smile lit up her face, and she quickened her pace, heading straight toward him. Travis noticed her approach, pulling off his headphones just as she sat beside him, her face brimming with excitement.

"Hey, Travis," she greeted, her voice soft and almost dreamy. Without missing a beat, he reached out, gently holding her by the throat, and pulled her in for a kiss. Judith melted under his touch, responding eagerly as their lips pressed together, each moment electric. Thankfully, the classroom was still empty, granting them a rare moment of privacy.

When they pulled back, they exchanged a smile, their eyes reflecting a shared warmth. "How was your nap?" Travis asked, leaning back in his chair.

Judith's playful expression faltered just a bit. "How could you just leave me like that?" she pouted, giving him a look that was equal parts teasing and sincere. "It kinda made me feel like a one-night stand."

He chuckled, reaching out to gently run a thumb along her jawline. "Sorry, next time, you and I will spend the whole night together. Count on it."

Judith's eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushing slightly as she gave a soft sigh. "I can't wait."

For Travis, it was clear: every woman he shared moments like this with was part of his life, and he intended to treat them with genuine affection. He wasn't interested in shallow, fleeting connections; his women mattered to him.

Judith leaned into his shoulder, the two of them falling into an easy conversation, laughter and banter flowing naturally between them. To Judith, it was everything. His presence, his attention—it made her feel wanted beyond just their intimate moments. The more they talked, the deeper her affection grew, and she found herself more than willing to do anything for him, knowing he truly valued her.

The classroom started filling up with students, and Judith adjusted her posture, sitting up straight to avoid drawing Annie's attention. Travis glanced over at her, unable to hide a small, approving smile as he took in her appearance. She radiated a newfound confidence, dressed in fashionable clothes that were tasteful yet alluring. Her hair was perfectly styled, each strand catching the light, and even her nails were meticulously done. She looked stunning—every detail carefully put together, like someone who finally saw her own worth.

Travis took a quiet sense of pride in seeing her transformation. Judith had started to genuinely love and value herself, and it showed. She was now one of the most striking girls in school, someone who could walk through the halls with her head held high.

' I am Jose Mourinho, '

School started, Ms. Bissette did attendance and they began with their next class. Before he walked out, Ms. Bissette called him.

"Bonjour Travis. J'espère que tu vas bien." Vivienne said. 〔" Good morning Travis. I hope you are doing well" 〕

"Je suis Vivienne. Maintenant que je t'ai vu, ma journée est faite." 〔" I am Vivienne. Now that I've seen you, my day has been made." 〕

She blushed, letting her hands trace the firm lines of his chest. "You really know how to drive a girl wild, don't you?"

He chuckled, a teasing glint in his eye. "Do I? You tell me. So, are we doing the presentation today?"

Her eyes lit up as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a soft, playful tone. "Oui, but your partner is Roxy." She watched his expression shift to a slight grimace, her laugh light and teasing. "Relax, you'll be fine. Probably."

He sighed, but a smile tugged at his lips. "Guess we'll find out soon enough. I'd better get going."

"Good luck," she whispered, her gaze lingering on him as he turned to leave, still feeling his warmth even after he was gone.

TO BE CONTINUED