His number

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Travis POV

I sat on the other side of the stall talking to sally face for what felt like hours. It was amazing talking to him, it felt like a dream come true. I told him about everything that I kept bottled up. The abuse, my mom, my anger issues, and Sal just listened, he was so nice to me. He shouldn't have been. I don't deserve his kindness right now.

"Travis...."Sally said on the other side of the stall, interrupting my thoughts. "If anything bad ever happens with your dad, you can always come over to my house, ok?"

He slipped a small piece of paper under the stall with his phone number written on it.

"Call me if you ever need me, ok?"Sally said sincerely.

"Ok."I replied.

I wish there wasn't a door between us. I wanted to hold him in my arms and run my fingers through his long blue hair, whispering how much I loved him in his ear-No. I'm not a faggot. I hit my head against the stall wall.

"Travis?!"Sal asked panicking."Oh my god did you fall or hit your head or something in there?"

"I'm fine Sally Face. Thanks for talking to me today. You should get back to class, you don't wanna miss too much." I answered smiling.

"Oh yeah, god I'm gonna be late."Sally replied."See ya later Travis!"

"See ya."I heard the bathroom door close and I
was alone again with my thoughts.

My heart was beating out of my chest, and I was blushing madly. I had Sal's number.

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