Runaway

Chapter 5

"I have been going through with this for about a year now, so no need to worry about it." I explained. He simply shook his head and looked away.

"I shouldn't have told you. . . You're stressing already? I should leave" I announced while standing up.

"Jordan, don't leave. . . Let me buy you an iced coffee. I know you love those." He pleaded. He is right, I absolutely love iced coffee. Only Starbucks makes it perfectly. I nodded and followed him to the register. The man behind the register was staring at me and his mouth was actually open. Travis looked over to me and held my hand tighter.

Travis cleared his throat and growled, "Are you finished looking at my girlfriend?"

The man behind the counter was blushing and looked at Travis with a completely terrified face. Travis may be muscular but he's a big softy. Everybody is normally scared of him when he gets angry but I guess I got used to it. Back then, I thought it was a phase but now it's just simply him being possessive. I don't know why but that's a major turn on for me.

"I'm so sorry, sir. How can I help you?" the man asked.

"An iced coffee and a java chip frappechino with a shot of espresso." I spoke clearly.

"You know me so well." Travis said while kissing my cheek. I blushed and began to make out with him in the middle of Starbucks. We heard a few of groans and even some "get a room" but we continued. We finally stopped when we heard our order being called. I skipped to the counter and retrieved my order. I looked on my cup and saw a phone number. It said "Call me if you want a nice guy" above the number. It must be the guy behind the counter. I covered the message with my hand so Travis won't go in there and cause a scene.

"Here's your, loser" I exclaimed.

"You didn't say that the night we--"he justified.

"Shut up!" I said interrupting him.

"So Jay, Can I take you to school . . . its 6 o'clock and I don't have class today, only football practice at 12." Travis asked.

"I wish I was in college! I wouldn't have to go so early." I complained.

"Don't rush you time, Jay Bay" Travis chuckled. We got up and walked out of Starbucks. I felt my phone vibrate, but I decided to ignore it.

"Shit," Travis swore.

"What?" I replied.

"My car is at my apartment and that's like 5 minutes away." He specified.

"Well, take my car," I suggested.

"I have to come back to my apartment to get ready for practice." Travis clarified.

"I know, take my car, drive me to school, go back to the apartment get ready and pick me up from school around 4ish. . . I'm trying out for the cheerleading squad," I stated.

"Aww, my Jay Bay is going to be a cheerleader. That's hot!" He teased.

"Brooklyn and I made a bet freshman year, that whoever made the cheerleading squad first has to do what the other says for a month." I made clear.

"It's still hot!" He justified.

I shook my head and he began to drive towards the school. I don't know why but I feel comfortable around him and I feel absolutely safe. We arrived at the school. . . he decided to come up with a clever idea to show everybody I was his so he got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side. He pulled me out of the car and sat me on the hood of my car. Travis gazed into my eyes and began to kiss me powerfully. I was gripping on his hair, moaning in his mouth and grinding my hips to his. I blushed as soon as I felt his hardness on my thigh. We made out for five minutes straight when Brooklyn and Dominic came to interrupt us.