Chapter Seven- Trouble
The a few days later...
I don't get it! Travis thinks sad and confused. Camo's been avoiding me ever since I found her fast asleep in the woods... Why? I didn't mean for her to slump against me! I... is that why? She... She doesn't hate me... RIGHT? She-! She can't hate me! I'm her friend! She told me why she wore that hood! She... She trusts me. Right?
"Hey pal!" Travis hears Buddy call. He suddenly runs into a lamppost.
"What-? When did this get here?" Travis exclaims confused.
"When the school was built." Lyndsay tells him as his friends come up to him.
"You okay?" Poppy asks.
"Yeah... I just..." Travis sighs. "Camo's been avoiding me. I can't understand why! I just...!" He sighs again.
"Maybe you should ask her." Pablo tells him.
"Okay class, who can tell me..." Travis sat in his math class, writing on a sheet of paper, which he then folded up, then tossed on Camo's desk. She looks at it, opens it, then writes something. She tosses back on his desk, and he opens it to see his message.
Camo? I was wonder why you've been avoiding me.
He saw her reply under it.
That's not of your concern.
WHAT? Travis thinks, shocked. He writes his reply.
WHAT? I-! How? You've been avoiding ME yet I shouldn't be worried about it? ZUH? He tosses the note on her desk. She reads it, then writes her response and tosses it back.
YES, It's none of your concern! So just...! Just leave me alone! Travis writes his reply.
WHY? If it's about me finding you fast asleep, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you! If it's about something else, tell me! I want us to be able to talk to each other! He tosses the note on her desk, she writes her reply, and tosses it back.
It's not about that! Well, some of it is, but-! I-! IT'S COMPLICATED OKAY? JUST-! *sigh* I... I don't know what I want. The only thing that I know I want is to be left alone... okay? Travis writes his response, fighting back tears.
What's complicated? Why do you want to be alone? What have I done?
THEN WHY DO YOU HATE ME NOW?
I DON'T HATE YOU, I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE!
I TOLD YOU! IT'S COMPLICATED!
That doesn't tell me anything! He tosses the note on her desk, she writes her reply, then wads the paper up, and throws it at his head. It bounces off his head, onto the floor, he picks it up, smoothes it out, and reads the reply.
WELL IT SHOULDN'T! NOW JUST-! JUST-! LEAVE ME ALONE AND GO... GO MARRY YOUR CELL PHONE OR SOMETHING! I DON'T CARE! I'm having a tough time right now and you badgering me isn't helping at all! SO JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!
"Tough time?" Travis exclaims. Everyone looks at him. "TOUGH TIME? What's been so hard about being here? You have amazing grades and I bet half the girls in school are jealous of you! WHAT'S SO TOUGH ABOUT THAT?" Camo give him a death glare.
"IT'S NOT THAT!" Camo yells at him. "I TOLD you it's complicated! And no, I'm telling you what's complicated, BECAUSE IT'S NONE OF YOUR BEESWAX!"
"OH, so I can't be worried about my friend?"
"BECAUSE I SAID SO! It's my life not yours!"
"Well just let me try to help you!"
"NO! I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE! IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR? NO! SO JUST GO GET LOST!"
"NO! I'm worried about you, and I want to help you!"
"I DON'T NEED YOU HELP! I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT YOU AND YOUR HELP, SO GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF INTO A PIRANAHA INFESTED RIVER!"
"ENOUGH!" Mr. Gordon yells. Everyone in the room jumps, and he points at Camo and Travis. "You two! Principal's office! NOW!"
A minute later...
Travis sat on the bench outside the principal's office, sad, and angry at himself. He looks at Camo to see her sitting there, with her feet propped up on the bench, arms laying on top of her knees, and her mouth pressed against her arms while her face was knotted with anger and a dark storm cloud above her head.
What's wrong with me? Travis wonders. The door to the principal's office opens, and Mr. Gordon steps out.
"She'll see you two now." Camo gets up, and goes in with Travis following her. They sit down in the two chairs in front of the desk, and Travis looks at Principal Rosalyn. She had brown skin, dark brown eyes, brown hair, a blue business suit with a skirt, pearl necklace, and light pink rose sticking out of the coat.
"Mr. Fone. Ms. Flage." She says flatly. Travis sinks down in his chair. She was usually a nice, cheery woman, but when you break out into an extremely angry argument in the middle of class, she's not going to be happy. "Now... Gordon said you two started yelling at each other about Camo having a tough time... Why?"
"..." They both sit in silence for a second.
"I... Just... want to help... her..." Travis says sadly. Principal Rosalyn looks at Camo, who is slouching in her chair, arms crossed and hood pulled on.
"Is this true Camo?" The principal asks her.
"...I don't need anyone's help." Camo tells her bitterly. "Especially his." The words sting Travis. Deeply.
"Why?" The principal asks.
"That's of no one's concern except my own." Camo tells her.
"Camo, if there's something bugging you, you need to tell us." Rosalyn tells her.
"There's no law or rule that says I have to." Camo responds.
"Camo, we just-" Travis starts.
"I DON'T CARE!" Camo suddenly yells at him. Travis jumps. "I could care LESS in fact! Why don't you do me a favor and go let some horrible monster eat you?" Camo sits there, giving Travis a deadly, angry glare. Travis feels himself shatter, and tears weld up in his eyes. Camo sits there for a second, then bolts out the door. Mr. Gordon calls her name, running after her, but Travis hears a door fly open and footsteps charging outside. His vision blurs, and he blinks causing a tear to roll down his cheek. He feels a comforting hand on his shoulder, and he looks up to see the principal looking at him sadly.
"...You can back to your dorm room if you want." She tells him. Travis sits there for a second, then gets up, and drags himself to his dorm room, into his bedroom, and falls on his bed. He lies there, staring blankly at the wall with an ache in his chest, tears pouring out of his eyes, and eventually falls asleep.