Summertime Loving

They returned to the cafeteria, where Travis was supposed to explain why he'd shown up with Eve. He shrugged off the thought, feeling no need to dive into details, and instead casually announced he'd buy lunch for everyone. As he reached into his pocket, he remembered his promise to Missy earlier, realizing she was probably fuming over him forgetting. But that thought didn't bother him much.

"And I heard Roxxy and her brickhead boyfriend fought today," he mused to himself with a grin. "Which means she'll be in need of alcohol. That's where I come in, like the GOAT I am."

After buying everyone's meals, they sat down and started eating.

"So, you're presenting your poem with Roxxy?" Mia asked, giving Travis a look of suspicion.

"Yeah, I guess. Pretty excited to see how she'll read everything," he replied nonchalantly, taking a bite.

"Did Ms. Bissette ask you to do that?" she pressed, her eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, she did. Why? Roxxy hasn't done her presentation yet?"

"No, she didn't," Mia confirmed.

"Well, good luck. Reciting a romantic poem in front of the class has to be one of the worst things we've had to do this year," Eve chimed in, grimacing.

"It was pretty embarrassing," Judith added, laughing. "Especially since I used that book you gave me, Mia."

"Oh, yeah. I couldn't find any other one," Mia replied with a shrug. "Didn't you take it to the computer room? Were you that embarrassed to read it in public?"

Judith's cheeks turned pink. "Yeah, I was."

Her thoughts drifted, an unspoken confession lingering in her mind.

' I actually...pleasured myself while reading it. God, I'm such a dirty girl—but Travis likes me, so I don't care,' she thought, her gaze drifting to him as he ate.

To her, even the way he was munching seemed attractive, as if he were effortlessly pulling off a thirst trap. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice him look up and catch her staring.

"Wot?" he asked, imitating Cole Palmer with a look of confusion.

"Nothing," she mumbled quickly, her face heating up as she turned her attention back to her food.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, and they returned to class for French. Travis made a quick stop to grab copies of his poem, then joined Roxxy at the front for their presentation.

Standing before the class, Travis felt a bit more composed than usual, all thanks to Ms. Bissette. He wasn't a huge fan of French, but her enthusiasm for the subject and her encouraging smile gave him a reason to pay attention and put in some effort. Roxxy, on the other hand, looked as though she'd rather be anywhere else. She stumbled over the first line, her voice shaky and uneven, sounding almost like a wounded animal. Each stuttered word seemed to pull her further into a downward spiral, and she cast sideways glances at him, clearly wishing he'd take over.

Travis, however, stayed locked in, projecting each line with a confidence that surprised even himself. The words flowed smoothly, each one rolling off his tongue with precision, and he kept his gaze steady, unfazed by the silence of the room. Ms. Bissette watched with a proud smile, her eyes lit with admiration, which only fueled his focus.

After what felt like an eternity for Roxxy, their two minutes were finally up. A wave of applause broke out as they wrapped up, the class seeming genuinely impressed by his delivery. Travis gave a slight nod and returned to his seat with a nonchalant expression, as if the entire performance had been effortless.

Meanwhile, Ms. Bissette gave him an approving nod, her expression radiating a warmth that made the brief discomfort worthwhile. He caught a few glances from his classmates as he sat down, but he ignored them, his mind already drifting elsewhere.

' Yeah I cooked that' he thought.

As soon as the bell rang, Travis packed up his things and made his way to the door. Just before he reached it, Ms. Bissette stepped in his path, her eyes meeting his with a subtle gleam.

"Come see me after school, okay?" she murmured, her hand gliding over his chest, lingering a moment too long.

"Of course," he replied smoothly. "I'll be there as soon as the bell rings."

She smiled, a hint of something more in her gaze, before stepping aside to let him go. Travis turned, heading out of her room, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he walked toward his next class—Art.

Entering the art room, he slipped into his usual seat, ready to dive into whatever Ms. Ross had planned. But after just a few minutes, his attention waned, and he found himself stifling a yawn. Ms. Ross must have noticed because she clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, class, I want you all to draw your desires," she announced, her voice carrying a playful edge. "Don't be afraid to make it explicit—just depict it well and beautifully. You have twenty minutes. Okay, start."

Everyone pulled out their drawing pads, the room filling with the quiet sounds of pencils scratching against paper as they got to work. Travis glanced around, noticing some students already lost in concentration, pencils moving with purpose. He looked back at his own blank page, smirking a bit as he let his mind wander to what he really wanted right now.

Sleep. Just pure, undisturbed sleep.

He started sketching himself sprawled out on his bed, head resting on a pillow, eyes closed in peaceful slumber. In the drawing, he added a speech bubble floating above him, revealing his dream—a cheeky vision of…well, let's say his mind took some creative liberties, filling the dream with vague hints of curvy figures and warm scenes. Nothing explicit, just enough to get his own little inside joke across.

' Yeah, that's pretty much what's on my mind every day, ' he thought with a chuckle. No idea why.

After twenty minutes, Ms. Ross called for everyone to stop, instructing them to bring their drawings up to her desk. Travis gathered his things, handing in his piece with a nonchalant smile. As the bell rang, he walked out, his mind already drifting to his next class.

Music. Stepping into the room, he took his seat, absently drumming his fingers against the edge of the desk as he tried to settle in. He loved music class, but with the thought of Ms. Bissette at the end of the day, he couldn't help but let his mind wander forward, especially with Ms. DeWitt teaching today. His gaze slid over to her as she set up her materials, looking as composed and stunning as ever.

' Man, she's just so hot. Can't wait to bang her,' he mused to himself, letting his thoughts drift as the lesson began.

TO BE CONTINUED