Reason (Part 3)

Travis' P.O.V

“That's... beautiful, right?” I tried not to sound pissed. "Yes," I just sighed.

“I'm sorry, I'm just jealous. I can't do that one,” I let out a deep sigh. She looked at me intently and gave me a smile. I smiled, too. There’s something about him that I don’t have, and it pissed me off.

“You don't need to do that,”

“I'm sorry,” I held her hand tightly. “He's kinda good…” I commented. “Who?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Damian.” Damian, my ass. I darted my eyes on him. He looked at Briana painfully. He looked at us painfully. And that look got me. Maybe… maybe it’s really painful to see someone you like or love, has already their special someone. I am pissed at him, I admit that. But I know it’s painful for him.

Just find someone, dude. Not my Briana.

We were at the locker, changing into our jerseys. Zalvatore, 14. 14 is the date that we met, June 14.