Young Folks by AbsolutelyUnsure (new reading TXT) 📕

Chapter 1; Attack of the Stink bomb.

Travis typed furiously on the keyboard. It wasn’t every day that he was given the chance to be in the principal’s office unsupervised. A wicked grin grew on his face as he messed around with the system, adding unnecessary files and music on it.
Foots steps sounded from behind the dark mahogany desk making Travis panic slightly. He was already in enough trouble for making a gas bomb out of things he found from around the Chemistry lab, and getting caught hacking into the principal’s computer wouldn’t really help him weasel out of his situation.
Travis quickly began shutting everything down, deleting all traces of him on the computer when the door knob began rustling. Travis took a glance at the door knob, logged off and sat down at the nearest seat. He put on an innocent façade, playing with his baseball in his hand. The principal, a balding old man with wrinkles and a beer belly took a look at the troublemaker and sat down, a deep glare etched into his face.
“Good morning, Mr. Gabriels,” Mr. Lachowski spoke, his voice firm. Mr. Lachowski supported an expensive three piece suit, with a business feel all around him.
“Good Morning,” Travis grinned. Mr. Lachowki’s aura hadn’t affected Travis the first time and it surely isn’t going to affect him for the twelfth time this year since Mr. Lachowski joined the school faculty this year.
“What is it that you have done now?” The old man spoke, his tone accusatory. Travis feigned hurt, a hand going to his heart and whispered in a barely audible voice, “That hurts Mr. Lachowski. Just because I’m in your office doesn’t always mean I have been bad.”
The old man didn’t hesitate to reply, brushing off Travis’s previous statement, “Mr. Gabriel, what have you done?” Travis grinned, “Stink bomb.”
A frown grew on Mr. Lachowski which quickly turned into a glare, as he furiously logged into his system. Music began blasting out from the speakers of his computer, scaring the poor old man. Mr. Lachowski put a hand to his heart, breathing in and out to pace him heart speed.
Travis stifled a laugh, holding it in so that he wouldn’t be suspected. Mr. Lachowski breathed in, waving Travis off with a warning. If it weren’t for Travis’s hacking, he would have in trouble for the stink bomb. Travis student up immediately, his grin not faltering and waved Mr. Lachowski a two finger wave, dashing out of the office before he could be called back in.
As soon as Travis made it out of the office, he was being greeted by amused friends of his.
“Travis, that was legit what you did in the girls locker room,” Mathew grinned, lighting up his pale green eyes. Travis shrugged, giving Mathew a firm fist bump, “It was nothing. All I needed was a few matches, a knife, a jar and ammonia- which I got from the Chemistry lab- and voila, you have a stink bomb.”
The guys laughed, giving him a slap to the back. They were heading to Lunch when Travis heard his name being yelled out. He furrowed his eyebrows, turning around when his eyebrows rose up and he was filled with worry. A few feet away stood a furious Cecelia. She had an overly large shorts on along with an overly large shirt with the school’s logo on it. She had a glare etched on her face that made Travis coward slightly; he silently cursed himself for forgetting that Cecelia was in that P.E. class during the stink bomb attack making her clothes stinks, hence why she was still in her P.E. uniform.
She stalked over to Travis in grace although she didn’t mean to, giving a firm punch to his arm, making him wince. Cecelia maybe thin and delicate looking but she was strong beyond belief.
“Ow, what was that for?” Travis whined, already knowing the answer.
“For planting a stink bomb in the Locker room! You are lucky Willow and I,” He cringed from hearing Willow’s name, she was one dangerous girl, “ Wasn’t in there when it exploded or else I would have smelled like the other girls in my class!” She yelled, throwing her thin, delicate yet powerful arms in the air. Travis gave a sheepish grin, “Well, at least you survived.” She glared at him and said, “Yes, but sadly my clothing didn’t!”
He crashed his lips on Cecelia’s lips, distracting her for a moment. When he was sure she was distracted as she responded, he pulled away making a dash for it. He heard Cecelia yell in frustration and grinned.
She was adorable.
He dashed to the cafeteria knowing fully well that she wouldn’t go an inch near there if she didn’t want to look stupid. He entered the cafeteria, and instantly, everyone’s attention was on him. Girls gave him flirty looks, while twirling strands of hair or winking at him. Boy’s either staying silent or greeting him from afar. Both genders loved him and respected him, Travis was truly like by everyone in the school.
And it amused Travis, to say the least. Sophomore year he pulled a prank and was instantly like by everyone but he didn't care.
Travis sat with his group of friends. As soon as he sat down, he was bombed with questions by the guys. Travis looked around the table, noticing that many of the girls weren’t sitting there. He snickered, realizing they were also victims to his stink bomb.
A thin frame came into view and sat in front of Travis with a glare.
“You,” Willow hissed, wearing whole different apparel from this morning. Travis grinned and said, “Hey babe, you seem a bit angry.”
“Eww! I’m not your babe and that’s because some dipshit was bored and decided to stink the girl’s locker room, thankfully Cece and I weren’t in there but rather talking to the coach for soccer and cross country tryouts.” Travis put a hand to his heart, his grin not faltering, “Oo, that hurts.” She rolled her eyes when she was joined by Cecelia.
Travis grinned noticing that Cecelia was in whole different apparel from a couple of minutes ago, too. She was wearing a green tank top with a black skirt. She had a beanie on covering the top half of her long wavy brown hair. He grinned, her fashion sense was everywhere. One day, she would be a complete tom boy, next she would be like a Malibu Barbie.
He loved how Cecelia was so out there and that made him like her.
However, from the look on Cecelia’s face it didn’t look like she liked him very much at that moment.
“You!” Cecelia cried, “Why do you freaking keep doing that?!”
“Doing what?” He grinned knowing she was feeling embarrassed; She was like an open book. She blushed furiously, and said, “You know what!”
“I actually don’t know what,” he said, innocently.
“Stop THAT!” She cried, jumping up and pointing an accusatory finger at Travis. Travis simply chuckled and answered, “Stop what?”
“Stop acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about!”
“But, I don’t,” He grinned, lying. She stomped her foot like a five year old and yelled, “You’re doing it again!”
“WHAT ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT!” Willow yelled, making her sit back down. Cecelia slouched back like a small kid, pouting with her arms crossed.
“Aww, it wasn’t that bad Cecelia,” Travis teased making her blush. She took a glance at the blonde hair boy and said, “I’m not talking to you.”
“Aww, why not?” He laughed.
“You know why,” she groaned, throwing her hands in the air.
“But I don’t,” I continued to lie. She jumped back up and yelled, “You’re doing it again!” Willow made her sit back down again and said to her, “What did he do?” Cecelia leaned in and whispered through Willows straight black hair, Willow’s eyes went wide with anger landing on Travis. He gulped and knew that Willow was not happy.