Page 92 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL

“No,” he uttered, laughing. “You’re milady, not me. I’m…
Travis.”

I chuckled again. “Stop, you’re gonna kill me with these jokes. Let’s

just go to homeroom already.”
In the first class, we had Math. I sat at a desk in the first row, in

the middle. There was an extra chair beside me, but I wasn’t sure
anyone was going to sit there. As soon as I took out my books, though,

Travis came to sit beside me.
“Travis?” I said, confused and surprised that he was sitting near

me.

“Yeah?” he said, settling down.
“Why’re you sitting here? I thought you’d be at the back or

something.”

“Nah, I’m not the type of boy who’s like the worst kids in the
class, always sitting in the back doing something weird.”

“Wow, I guess you’re way different from them?”
“Yeah. And you don’t mind me—”

“Oh, it’s okay, you can sit here.”
I don’t know why I was kinda blushing after that. It’s pretty rare

to find me blushing at boys.

After school ended, I was walking home when I heard footsteps
behind me. I turned, and there was Travis. I waved at him and said,

“Hey.”
He came closer, and I could smell the scent of his handsome

cologne.

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