Beautiful Disaster (23 page)

America slipped on her large, square sunglasses to look up at Travis. “What did Chris say that set you off, anyway?”

“Something he'll never say again,” Travis seethed.

America looked to Shepley, who shrugged. “I didn't hear it.”

Travis's hands balled into fists again. “I'm goin' back in there.”

Shepley touched Travis's shoulder. “Your girl's out here. You don't need to go back in there.”

Travis looked at me, forcing himself to stay calm. “He said … everyone thinks Pidge has … Jesus, I can't even say it.”

“Just say it already,” America muttered, picking at her nails.

Finch walked up behind Travis, clearly thrilled by all the excitement. “Every straight guy at Eastern wants to try her out because she landed the unattainable Travis Maddox,” he shrugged. “That's what they're saying in there now, at least.”

Travis shouldered past Finch, heading for the cafeteria. Shepley bolted after him, grabbing his arm. My hands flew to my mouth when Travis swung, and Shepley ducked. My eyes darted to America who was unaffected, accustomed to their routine.

I could think of only one thing to do to stop him. I scrambled off the steps, wheeling around, directly in his path. I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist, and he gripped my thighs as I grabbed each side of his face, planting a long, deep kiss on his mouth. I could feel his anger melt away as he kissed me, and when I pulled away, I knew I had won.

“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.

“I can't let them talk about you like that, Pigeon,” he said with a frustrated frown, lowering me to my feet.

I slid my arms under his, interlocking my fingers behind his back. “Like what? They think I have something special because you've never settled down before. Do you disagree?”

“Hell no, I just can't stand the thought of every guy in this school wanting to bag you because of it.” He pressed his forehead against mine. “This is going to make me crazy. I can already tell.”

“Don't let them get to you, Travis,” Shepley said. “You can't fight everybody.”

Travis sighed. “Everybody. How would you feel if everybody thought about America like that?”

“Who says they don't?” America said, offended. We all laughed, and America made a face. “I wasn't kidding.”

Shepley pulled her to her feet by her hands and kissed her cheek. “We know, baby. I gave up being jealous a long time ago. I'd never have time to do anything else.”

America smiled in appreciation, and then hugged him. Shepley had an uncanny ability to make everyone around him feel at ease, no doubt the result from growing up around Travis and his brothers. It was probably more of a defense mechanism than anything.

Travis nuzzled my ear, and I giggled until I saw Parker approach. The same sense of urgency I'd felt when Travis wanted to return to the cafeteria overcame me, and I instantly let go of Travis to quickly walked the ten or so feet to intercept Parker.

“I need to talk to you,” he said.

I glanced behind me, and then shook my head as a warning. “Now is not a good time, Parker. It's a really, really bad time, actually. Travis and Chris got into it at lunch, and he's still a little raw. You need to go.”

Parker eyed Travis, and then returned his attention to me, determined. “I just heard what happened in the cafeteria. I don't think you realize what you're getting yourself into. Travis is bad news, Abby. Everyone knows it. No one is talking about how great it is that you've turned him around … they're all waiting for him to do what he does best. I don't know what he's told you, but you have no clue what kind of person he is.”

I felt Travis's hands on my shoulders. “Why don't you tell her, then?”

Parker shifted nervously. “Do you know how many humiliated girls I've taken home from parties after they've spent a few hours alone in a room with him? He's going to hurt you.”

Travis's fingers tightened in reaction, and I rested my hand on his until he relaxed. “You should go, Parker.”

“You should listen to what I'm saying, Abs.”

“Don't fucking call her that,” Travis growled.

Parker didn't take his eyes from mine. “I'm worried about you.”

“I appreciate it, but it's unnecessary.”

Parker shook his head. “He saw you as a long-term challenge, Abby. He has you thinking you're different from the other girls so he could get you in
the sack. He's going to get tired of you. He has the attention span of a toddler.”

Travis stepped around me, standing so close to Parker that their noses nearly touched. “I let you have your say. My patience has run out.” Parker tried to look at me, but Travis leaned in his way. “Don't you fucking look at her. Look at me, you spoiled shit stain.” Parker focused on Travis's eyes and waited. “If you so much as breathe in her direction, I'll make sure you'll be limping through med school.”

Parker took a few steps back until I was in his line of sight. “I thought you were smarter than that,” he said, shaking his head before turning away.

Travis watched him leave, and then turned around, his eyes searching mine. “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.”

· · ·

As the week wore on, Travis took his promise very seriously. He no longer humored the girls that stopped him on his way to and from class, and at times he was rude about it. By the time we walked into the Red for the Halloween party, I was a little nervous about how he planned to keep the intoxicated coeds away.

America, Finch and I sat at a nearby table while watching Shepley and Travis play pool against two of their Sig Tau brothers.

“Go, baby!” America called, standing up on the rungs of her stool.

Shepley winked at her and then took his shot, sinking it into the far right pocket.

“Wooo!” she squealed.

A trio of women dressed as Charlie's Angels approached Travis while he waited his turn, and I smiled as he tried his best to ignore them. When one of them traced the line of one of his tattoos, Travis pulled his arm away. He waved her off so he could make a shot, and she pouted to her friends.

“Can you believe how ridiculous they are? The girls here are shameless,” America said.

Finch shook his head in awe. “It's Travis. I think it's the bad-boy thing. They either want to save him or think they're immune to his wicked ways. I'm not sure which.”

“It's probably both,” I laughed, giggling at the girls waiting for Travis to pay them attention. “Can you imagine hoping you're the one he'll pick? Knowing you'll be used for sex?”

“Daddy issues,” America said, taking a sip of her drink.

Finch put out his cigarette and tugged on our dresses. “Come on, girls! The Finch wants to dance!”

“Only if you promise not to call yourself that ever again,” America said.

Finch jutted out his bottom lip, and America smiled. “Come on, Abby. You don't wanna make Finch cry, do you?”

We joined the policemen and vampires on the dance floor, and Finch broke out his Timberlake moves. I glanced at Travis over my shoulder and caught him watching me from the corner of his eye, pretending to watch Shepley sink the eight ball for
the game. Shepley collected their winnings, and Travis walked to the long, shallow table that bordered the dance floor, taking a drink. Finch flailed about the dance floor, finally sandwiching himself between America and me. Travis rolled his eyes, chuckling as he returned to our table with Shepley.

“I'm going to get another drink. Want anything?” America shouted over the music.

“I'll go with you,” I said, looking to Finch and pointing at the bar.

Finch shook his head and continued to dance. America and I shouldered through the crowd to the bar. The bartenders were overwhelmed, so we settled in for a long wait.

“The boys are making a killing tonight,” America said.

I leaned into her ear. “Why anyone bets against Shep I'll never understand.”

“For the same reason they bet against Travis. They're idiots,” she smiled.

A man in a toga leaned against the bar beside America and smiled. “What are you ladies drinking this evening?”

“We buy our own beverages, thanks,” America said, facing forward.

“I'm Mike,” he said, and then pointed to his friend, “This is Logan.”

I smiled politely, looking to America, who made her best go-away expression. The bartender took our order and then nodded to the men behind us, turning to make America's drink. She brought over a square glass full of pink, frothy liquid and three
beers. Mike handed her some money, and she nodded.

“This is something else,” Mike said, scanning the crowd.

“Yeah,” America said, annoyed.

“I saw you dancing out there,” Logan said to me, nodding to the dance floor. “You looked good.”

“Uh … thanks,” I said, trying to remain polite, wary that Travis was just a few yards away.

“You wanna dance?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, thanks. I'm here with my—”

“Boyfriend,” Travis said, appearing out of nowhere. He glared at the men standing in front of us, and they backed away a bit, clearly intimidated.

America couldn't contain her smug smile as Shepley wrapped his arm around her. Travis nodded across the room. “Run along, now.”

The men glanced at America and me and then took a few cautious steps backward before retreating behind the safety of the crowd.

Shepley kissed America. “I can't take you anywhere!” She giggled, and I smiled at Travis, who was glowering down at me.

“What?”

“Why did you let him buy your drink?”

America let go of Shepley, noticing Travis's mood. “We didn't, Travis. I told them not to.”

Travis took the bottle from my hand. “Then what's this?”

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Yes, I'm fucking serious,” he said, tossing the beer in the trashcan by the bar. “I've told you a
hundred times … you can't be taking drinks from random guys. What if he put something in it?”

America held up her glass. “The drinks were never out of our sight, Trav. You're overreacting.”

“I'm not talking to you,” Travis said, his eyes boring into mine.

“Hey!” I said, instantly angry. “Don't talk to her like that.”

“Travis,” Shepley warned, “let it go.”

“I don't like you letting other guys buy you drinks,” Travis said.

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to pick a fight?”

“Would it bother you to walk up to the bar and see me sharing a drink with some chick?”

I nodded once. “Okay. You're oblivious to all women, now. I get it. I should be making the same effort.”

“It would be nice.” He was clearly trying to subdue his temper, and it was a bit unnerving to be on the wrong side of his wrath. His eyes were still bright with anger, and an innate urge to go on the offensive bubbled to the surface.

“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!”

“Don't yell at her!” America said.

Shepley put his hand on Travis's shoulder. “We've all had a lot to drink. Let's just get out of here.” Shepley's usually calming effect was lost on Travis, and I was instantly annoyed that his tantrum had ended our night.

“I have to tell Finch we're leaving,” I grumbled, shouldering past Travis to the dance floor.

A warm hand encapsulated my wrist. I wheeled around, seeing Travis's fingers locked without regret. “I'll go with you.”

I twisted my arm from his grip. “I am fully capable of walking a few feet by myself, Travis. What is wrong with you?”

I spied Finch in the middle and pushed my way out to him.

“We're leaving!”

“What?” Finch yelled over the music.

“Travis is in a pissy mood! We're leaving!”

Finch rolled his eyes and shook his head, waving as I left the dance floor. Just as I spotted America and Shepley, I was tugged backward by a man in a pirate costume.

“Where do you think you're going?” he smiled, bumping up against me.

I laughed and shook my head at the silly face he was making. Just as I turned to walk away, he grabbed my arm. It didn't take long for me to realize he wasn't grabbing at me, he was grabbing for me—for protection.

“Whoa!” he cried, looking beyond me with wide eyes.

Travis barreled his way onto the dance floor, and plunged his fist straight into the pirate's face, the force sending both of us to the ground. With my palms flat on the wooden floor, I blinked my eyes in stunned disbelief. Feeling something warm and wet on my hand, I turned it over and recoiled. It was covered in blood from the man's nose. His hand was
cupped over his face, but the bright red liquid poured down his forearm as he writhed on the floor.

Travis scrambled to pick me up, seeming as shocked as I was. “Oh shit! Are you all right, Pidge?”

When I got to my feet, I yanked my arm from his grip. “Are you insane?”

America grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the crowd to the parking lot. Shepley unlocked his doors and after I slid into my seat, Travis turned to me.

“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?”