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He was the worst kind of confident. Not only was he shamelessly aware of his appeal, he was so used to women throwing themselves at him that he regarded my cool demeanor as refreshing instead of an insult.
“Don’t you fucking look at her. Look at me you spoiled shit stain.” Parker focused on Travis’ eyes and waited. “If you so much as breathe in her direction, I’ll make sure you’ll be limping through med school.”
I was certain the gossip had soared to a new level since Travis had kissed me in full view of everyone in our History class, and I dreaded walking out onto the stage the cafeteria presented.
“We don’t care what they think, remember? You can’t start now,” I said, smiling with confidence. I had more of an effect on him than I ever thought possible.
“You know that’s a bunch of bullshit, right? It’s not true.”
“I’m sure that’s what everyone is thinking,” I grumbled, noting the interest of those walking by.
“Then I’ll prove them wrong.”
“Pigeon,” he said, taking a step toward me. “Get OUT!” I said, grabbing the glass from the night stand and throwing it at him.---------
“You’re going to have to tone down the jealous boyfriend-thing, Travis. I didn’t do anything wrong.” Travis shot me an incredulous look. “I walk up here, and some guy is buying you a drink!”--------
“I’m sorry, Pigeon, I didn’t know he had a hold of you.”--------
“Your fist was two inches from my face!” I said, catching the oil-stained towel Shepley had thrown at me. I wiped the blood from my hand, revolted. The seriousness of the situation darkened his face and he winced.
“I wouldn’t have swung if I thought I could have hit you. You know that right?”
“Shut up, Travis. Just shut up,” I said
“What?” Finch yelled over the music.
“Travis is in a pissy mood! We’re leaving!”
He nodded. “I’ll do anything you want. Just…tell me you love me.”--------
“You know I do.”
“I need to hear you say it,” he said, his brows pulling together.
“I love you,” I said, touching my lips to his. “Now quit being such a baby.”
“We are dysfunctional, Travis. I think you’re just obsessed with the thought of owning me more than anything else.” “That’s not true. I love you more than my life, Pigeon,” he said, hurt. “That’s exactly what I mean. That’s crazy talk.”
"You two are a disaster.”---------
I smiled at the ceiling. “It doesn’t matter what or why it is. When it’s good, Kara…it’s beautiful.”
“I wish you and Travis would just get your shit together! You’re a goddamn tornado! When you’re happy, it’s love and peace and butterflies. When you’re pissed, you take the whole fucking world down with you!”