On the outside he's just a normal college boy who happens to like guys, but on the inside he's broken.
Always wearing a smile, people would believe he has it all and he agreed with them
When a new kid starts at his school everything he thought he k...
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This dinner is very awkward, for me anyway. Mom and Brittney—Mrs. Travis—are chatting about the business while Mr. Travis listens intently. Zayn's sisters are talking about school and other girl stuff then there's Zayn and Hunter and myself.
Zayn and Hunter are barely looking at each other, Hunter looks pissed and Zayn--even though he has on sunglasses--looks really, really sad.
Something happened, I can feel it.
I don't know what could've happened but I have a pretty good idea since Hunter came out of that room like an amped up I don't even know what and I could hear in Zayn's voice that he was crying. After what Mel told me about their relationship, I wouldn't be surprised if Zayn was hiding a black eye under those glasses.
I mean why else would he be wearing them to the dinner table.
Mr. Travis keeps glancing at Zayn with a solemn look but just shakes his head and goes back to eating. Even mom knows something isn't right, she keeps glancing at Zayn then Hunter then continues her conversation
Mr. Travis clears his throat "So Zayn, how's the fashion classes going?"
Everyone grows silent waiting for a response
Zayn doesn't lift his head just shrugs "Okay I guess"
He is quiet but you can hear the hoarseness from crying
"Are your grades doing okay?" His father tries again
He nods
"When's the showcase again?" Brittney asks
"End of the year" He whispers
All of a sudden, Zayn slightly jumps and winces
Hunter just punched or slapped him
"You okay son?" Mr. Travis asks alarmed
"Yeah muscle spams" Zayn replies
Lies. All Lies
"Can I be excused?" Zayn suddenly asks
"But you haven't—" Brittney begins to say
"Of course son, you look tired"
Something tells me Mr. Travis knows more than people think.
Zayn smiles gratefully at his father then races up the stairs slightly limping
"Justin my boy" Mr. Travis calls
"Yes sir?"
"What is it you're studying again?" He asks
"Well I transferred on a Basketball scholarship, coach picked me up from a team in Toronto"
"That's right, I seen some your plays you do well" He smiles
