Young Folks, AbsolutelyUnsure [10 best novels of all time TXT] 📗

“HE DID WHAT?” Willow shrieked gaining unwanted attention. Cecelia nodded her head, pointing at Travis like a small kid telling her mother about her being teased by a little boy. The only problem was that Travis was the little boy and Willow was the mother.
Travis gulped and gave a charming smile, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to get out of this.
“TRAVIS CAYDEN GABRIEL!” Willow shrieked with anger, “HOW DARE YOU KISS MY LITTLE CECE!?”
“Hey, I’m not little,” Cecelia complained, face palming herself. Willow continued to glare at Travis, brushing off Cecelia’s complaint.
“Willow, stop making it a big deal.”
“No, I’m going to continue!” Willow glared, kicking Travis from under the table. Travis winced, that girl had a strong leg and Travis did not like that.
“Hey, don’t go bashing on my buddy here,” a familiar voice spoke, patting Travis on the back. Travis turned to Austin, a blue eyed boy with shaggy brown hair and voice of an angel. Also, known as Travis’s best friend and the second most like boy in the school.
“What’s up, dude,” Travis grinned giving him a high five, “How’s recording?” Recently, Austin had been signed to a big recording company making his entire friends ecstatic for him.
“Not bad,” He shrugged, taking a seat next to him, “Tiring but I can live through it.”
“You better or I’d call you a pussy,” Travis snickered at Austin who simply rolled his eyes.
“Um, hello. We were in the middle of an argument when some dipshit so rudely interrupted,” Willow growled.
“You know you want this dipshit, babe,” Austin winked.
“Yes, everyday,” Willow responded sarcastically. Travis rolled his eyes and said, “What does it matter if I kissed Cecelia, I do it all the time!”
“UGHH! Stop calling me Cecelia, and we aren’t even going out!” Cecelia cried, glaring at Travis. He simply shrugged, “I like Cecelia better than Cece, makes me feel special for calling you that.”
“Yeah, well I enjoy Cece better,” She muttered, “Now can you stop changing the subject. We aren’t going out!”
“But you want to go out,” he teased knowing it was true. Travis knew Cecelia was harboring a crush on him since seventh grade but she hadn’t the heart to tell him. Heck, she doesn’t even know that he knew.
“No, I don’t,” she blushed, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Whatever floats you boat,” he laughed. She glared at Travis and spat, “You not kissing me will floats my boat!” The harsh sound of the bell began ringing and everyone groaned.
“This isn’t over Gabriels,” Willow spat. Travis watched as Willow walked away standing with Austin thinking she needed to chill out.
“Damn she’s hot,” Austin muttered. Travis rolled his eyes, Austin had the hugest crush on Willow but Willow doesn’t know that. Travis ruffled his hair with his hand when he saw Cecelia next to him. She was slightly less mad.
“Cecelia, I’m sorry,” Travis apologized, he couldn’t take it when Cecelia was mad.
“It’s ok,” She whispered, “Just don’t do it again.”
“I can’t make any promises,” Travis laughed picking her up bridal style, lighting the mood.
“Travis!” She yelled, hitting him in the chest. Travis winced a bit but composed himself. He could live through it.
“Yes?” he went along.
“Put me down, people are looking,” she said in a hush tone. Travis rolled his eyes and said, “They always look, it’s me they’re watching after all.” She slapped his in the chest and laughed, “Tone you ego down a notch.”
“Sorry no can do,” he laughed, running to their next class. The two friends entered the World History classroom- Cecelia was not in Travis’s arms anymore, since a teacher made him put her down- and took their seats near the back with their friends.
“Bonjour, Cece,” Austin laughed from besides Cecelia; Travis watched with a grin as Cecelia laughed, slapping Austin in the chest.
“Bonjour, Austin,” Cecelia smiled, her hazel eyes lighting up with amusement, “Comment êtes-vous?”
“Aww, Cece,” Austin whined, “You know I only know how to say ‘hi.’”
“That’s why you pay attention in French class, idiot,” she laughed, her grin not faltering once.
“But I can’t,” he replied, jumping in his seat, “Mr. Stone jumps around waaayyyy to much, it distracts me. I swear he is a human bouncing man.” Cecelia giggled, “You’re going to fail if you keep getting distracted.”
“Like he doesn’t know that already,” Travis laughed, butting into the conversation.
“Well, I’m sorry if my French tutor is a jackass,” Austin glared at Travis. Travis simply rolled his eyes, saying , “For the last time, I’m not you tutor. I only helped you once for that test. ONCE!”
“Whatever,” Austin laughed, trying to sound like a little bratty teenage girl. He turned to Cecelia who was watching the whole dispute, and batted his eyes trying his best to resemble a preppy teenage girl, “So, like, Cecelia. Do you, like, like want to be, like, my, like, French tutor?” Cecelia shook her head, joining in and said, “You’re like impossible and, like, fine. I’ll like, help you.”
“YAY!” Austin cheered, giving Cecelia a big bear hug, “I’ll, like, now, like, pass!” She turned her eyes to Travis, pleading silently for him to remove the failing French student from her but Travis refused to, watching this whole thing with amusement.
The class went by fairly fast; it was quite boring for Travis except for the part where Austin was yelled at for not knowing what the Cold war was. At the end of the class Austin, Cecelia, and Travis had to split up to go to their designated classes. Travis gave Cecelia a small hug to Cecelia who was going to tenth grade English as he will be going to English Literature. He gave Austin a man-hug and was headed to his English class trying to figure out what he would be doing in there.
He entered the classroom, being welcomed by everyone except the teacher and sat down by the front. He just entered the class and already wanted to leave. He began pondering then, when he felt his breathing slow down. His eyes widened, the class wasn’t paying attention to him thank goodness but he had to get out of their right now. He rummaged through his bag looking for his phone and when he got it, he ran out of the class room feeling light headed.
He went to the first contact on his speed dial and phoned his mother. It wouldn’t be a good idea to phone her first since she would most likely freak out but he had no other choice. He made it to the men’s bathroom, when a piercing pain ripped through his chest. The first and second ring sounded as tears started welling up in his eyes and he winced in great pain.
Finally, the phone picked up and his mother’s voice sounded, “Hello? Travis honey, is everything alright?”
“Pneu..moth…orax,” he breathed out, pain filling his chest more. Tears began to drop, along with his cell phone. He was on his knees by now, holding onto his chest trying to breathe in and out normally. He could hear his mother’s frantic voice calling the ambulance and directing them to the school.
His vision began blurring, black spots occurring frequently. He shut his eyes, trying to breathe in a beat. It usually would help him but this time it wasn’t. Everything was going slowly for him, making him wish that this would blow over quickly but things refused to go his way.
He felt something against his skin and before he knew it, he was laying down in. He opened his eyes and saw a paramedic and