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“How did you end up here from Kansas?”I picked at the label of my beer bottle. “We just had toget away.”“From what?”“My parents.”“Oh. What about America? She has parent issues,too?”“No, Mark and Pam are great. They practically raisedme. She sort of tagged along; she didn’t want me tocome alone.”Travis nodded. “So, why Eastern?”“What’s with the third degree?” I said. The questionswere drifting from small talk to personal, and I wasbeginning to get uncomfortable.Several chairs knocked together as the soccer team lefttheir seats. They traded one last joke before theymeandered toward the door. Their pace quickened whenTravis stood up. Those in the back of the group pushedthose in front to escape before Travis made his way acrossthe room. He sat down, forcing the frustration and angeraway.I raised an eyebrow.“You were going to say why you chose Eastern,” heprompted.“It’s hard to explain,” I said, shrugging. “I guess it justfelt right.”He smiled as he opened his menu. “I know whatyou mean.”CHAPTER TWOpigFamiliar faces filled the seats of our favorite lunch table.America sat on one side of me, Finch on the other, and therest of the spaces were picked off by Shepley and hisSigma Tau brothers. It was hard to hear with the low roarinside the cafeteria, and the air conditioner seemed to beon the fritz again. The air was thick with the smells of friedfoods and sweaty skin, but somehow everyone seemed tobe more energetic than usual.“Hey Brazil,” Shepley said, greeting the man sitting infront of me. His olive skin and chocolate eyes offset thewhite Eastern Football hat pulled low on his forehead.“Missed you after the game Saturday, Shep. I drank abeer or six for ya,” he said with a broad, white grin.“I appreciate it. I took Mare out to dinner,” he said,leaning over to kiss the top of America’s long, blondehair.“You’re sittin’ in my chair, Brazil.”Brazil turned to see Travis standing behind him, andthen looked to me, surprised. “Oh, is she one of yourgirls, Trav?”“Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head.Brazil looked to Travis, who stared at him expectantly.Brazil shrugged and then took his tray to the end of thetable.Travis smiled at me as he settled into the seat. “What’sup, Pidge?”“What is that?” I asked, unable to look away from histray. The mystery food on his plate looked like a waxdisplay.Travis laughed and took a drink from his water glass.“The cafeteria ladies scare me. I’m not about to critiquetheir cooking skills.”I didn’t miss the appraising eyes of those sitting at thetable. Travis’ behavior piqued their curiosity, and I subdueda smile at being the only girl they had seen him insist onsitting by.“Ugh…that Bio test is after lunch,” America groaned.“Did you study?” I asked.“God, no. I spent the night reassuring my boyfriend thatyou weren’t going to sleep with Travis.”The football players seated at the end of our tablestopped their obnoxious laughter to listen more closely,making the other students take notice. I glared at America,but she was unconcerned with any blame, nudging Shepleywith her shoulder.“Jesus, Shep. You’ve got it that bad, huh?” Travisasked, throwing a packet of ketchup at his cousin. Shepleydidn’t answer, but I smiled appreciatively at Travis for thediversion.America rubbed his back. “He’s going to be okay. It’sjust going to take him awhile to believe Abby is resistant toyour charms.”“I haven’t tried to charm her,” Travis sniffed, seemingoffended. “She’s my friend.”I looked to Shepley. “I told you. You have nothing toworry about.”Shepley finally met my eyes, and upon seeing mysincere expression, his eyes brightened a bit.“Did you study?” Travis asked me.I frowned. “No amount of studying is going to help mewith Biology. It’s just not something I can wrap my headaround.”Travis stood up. “C’mon.”“What?”“Let’s go get your notes. I’m going to help you study.”“Travis….”“Get your ass up, Pidge. You’re gonna to ace that test.”I tugged on one of America’s long, yellow braids as Ipassed. “See you in class, Mare.”She smiled. “I’ll save you a seat. I’ll need all the help Ican get.”Travis followed me to my room, and I pulled out mystudy guide while he popped open my book. He quizzedme relentlessly, and then clarified a few things I didn’tunderstand. In the way that he explained it, the conceptswent from being confusing to obvious.“…and somatic cells use mitosis to reproduce. That’swhen you have the phases. They sound sort of like awoman’s name: Prometa Anatela.”I laughed. “Prometa Anatela?”“Prophase, Metaphase, Anaphase and Telophase.”“Prometa Anatela,” I repeated, nodding.He smacked the top of my head with the papers. “Yougot this. You know this study guide backwards andforwards.”I sighed. “Well…we’ll see.”“I’m going to walk you to class. I’ll quiz you on the way.”I locked the door behind us. “You’re not going to bemad if I flunk this test, are you?”“You’re not going to flunk, Pidge. We need to startearlier for the next one, though,” he said, keeping in-stepwith me to the science building.“How are you going to tutor me, do your homework,study and train for your fights?”Travis chuckled. “I don’t train for my fights. Adam callsme, tells me where the fight is, and I go.”I shook my head in disbelief as he held the paper infront of him to ask the first question. We nearly finished asecond round of the study guide when we reached myclass.“Kick ass,” he smiled, handing me the notes andleaning against the door jamb.“Hey, Trav.”I turned to see a tall, somewhat lanky man smile atTravis on his way into the classroom.“Parker,” Travis nodded.Parker’s eyes brightened a bit when he looked to me,and he smiled. “Hi, Abby.”“Hi,” I said, surprised that he knew my name. I hadseen him in class, but we’d never met.Parker continued to his seat, joking with those sittingbeside him. “Who’s that?” I asked.Travis shrugged, but the skin around his eyes seemedtenser than before. “Parker Hayes. He’s one of my SigTau brothers.”“You’re in a frat?” I asked, doubtful.“Sigma Tau, same as Shep. I thought you knew that,” he said, looking beyond me to Parker.“Well…you don’t seem the…fraternity type,” I said,eyeing the tattoos on his forearms.Travis turned his attention to me and grinned. “My dadis an alumn, and my brothers are all Sig Tau’s…it’s afamily thing.”“And they expected you to pledge?” I asked, skeptical.“Not really. They’re just good guys,” he said, flicking mypapers. “Better get to class.”“Thanks for helping me,” I said, nudging him with myelbow. America passed, and I followed her to ourseats.“How did it go?” she asked.I shrugged. “He’s a good tutor.”“Just a tutor?”“He’s a good friend, too.”She seemed disappointed, and I giggled at the fallenexpression on her face.It had always been a dream of America’s for us to datefriends, and roommates-slash-cousins, for her, was hitting
the jackpot. She wanted us to room together when she
decided to come with me to Eastern, but I vetoed her idea,
hoping to spread my wings a bit. Once she finished
pouting, she focused on finding a friend of Shepley’s to
introduce me to.
Travis’ healthy interest in me had surpassed her ideas.
I breezed through the test and sat on the steps outside
the building, waiting for America. When she slumped down
beside me in defeat, I waited for her to speak.
“That was awful!” she cried.
“You should study with us. Travis explains it really well.”
America groaned and leaned her head on my shoulder.
“You were no help at all! Couldn’t you have given me a
courtesy nod or something?” I hooked my arm around her
neck and walked her to our dorm.
Over the next week, Travis helped with my history paper
and tutored me in Biology. We stood together scanning the
grade board outside Professor Campbell’s office. My
student number was three spots from the top.
“Third highest test grade in the class! Nice, Pidge!” he
said, squeezing me. His eyes were bright with excitement
and pride, and an awkward feeling made me to take a step
back.
“Thanks, Trav. Couldn’t have done it without you,” I said,
pulling on his t-shirt.
He tossed me over his shoulder, making his way
through the crowd behind us. “Make way! Move it, people!
Let’s make room for this poor woman’s hideously
disfigured, ginormous brain! She’s a fucking genius!”
I giggled at the amused and curious expressions of my
classmates.
As the days went by, we fielded the persistent rumors
about a relationship. Travis’ reputation helped to quiet the
gossip. He had never been known to stay with one girl
longer than a night, so the more times we were seen
together, the more people understood our platonic
relationship for what it was. Even with the constant
questions of our involvement, the stream of attention Travis
received from his co-eds didn’t recede.
He continued to sit next to me in History, and eat with
me at lunch. It didn’t take long to realize I had been wrong
about him, even finding myself defensive towards those that
didn’t know Travis the way that I did.
In the cafeteria, Travis set a can of orange juice in front
of me.
“You didn’t have to do that. I was going to grab one,” I
said, peeling off my jacket.
“Well, now you don’t have to,” he said, flashing the
dimple on his left cheek.
Brazil snorted. “Did she turn you into a cabana boy,
Travis? What’s next, fanning her with a palm tree leaf,
wearing a Speedo?”
Travis shot him a murderous glare, and I jumped to his
defense. “You couldn’t fill a Speedo, Brazil. Shut the hell
up.”
“Easy, Abby! I was kidding!” Brazil said, holding up his
hands.
“Just…don’t talk about him like that,” I said, frowning.
Travis’ expression was a mixture of surprise and
gratitude. “Now I’ve seen it all. I was just de
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