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I rake my hand through my hair, trying to remember anything but blank spots and frustration polka dots my vision, “Proof of what?!” They look at themselves in confusion then turn to me, “Proof that you and Jeremy Vongov are in a relationship!” Fuck my life. “What?!”

Travis says, staring at the list. "Gosh! How could I forget that you never give me money for free?" Travis can tell she just rolled her eyes. He chuckles, shaking his head. Tiara, meanwhile, looks puzzled and shocked. Travis is a goofball who doesn’t usually laugh, even when things are hilarious. Now he is just laughing without any apparent reason. "Bro! You seem happy today." His happy face disappears, returning to its usual calmness. "Don’t talk nonsense. Help me with something, or I won’t send anything to you."

A faint smile rested on his face and he reclined into his seat. “What are you doing? You will get us killed!” “You should trust me more…” he chuckled. “Travis!!!” I screeched as I felt my body surge forward, the plane had just taken off. Instead of panic, Travis fixed on the blind fold like he was trying to sleep. My anger spiked. “Can you tell me what is going on here?” I peeled off the blind fold and he started laughing out loud. “Scaredy cat… it's on auto pilot,” he spat amid laughter.

My heart was beating fast and I could see Gina's legs shaking even as she stood in front of me. They approached us and as they were about to jump on us as all hope seemed lost, a figure burst into the scene, kicking the lead terrorist with precision and skill. The man flew across the hallway, crashing into the wall. As we looked up in shock, I saw a familiar face. It was Miss Eleanor's brother, Travis Rider. He stood tall, his eyes blazing with determination, his fists clenched and ready for action as he punched one, two and three ruthlessly. His emerald green eyes glowing like a premordial beast.

“Daddy, you picked the wrong one!” Trying to save face, Travis cleared his throat. “Just a mistake. Totally accidental. Let’s go again. I won’t miss this time.” The teacher chuckled as she tied the blindfold back on. “Alright, Mr. Luther, focus this time.” Travis took a deep breath and carefully felt each small hand one by one. When he finally touched a familiar one, a smile spread across his face. He rubbed the tiny palm gently and declared with conviction, “This one’s Quinton.”

looked at Travis and he was staring directly at me before saying something "You realy want me to do this, to hit weman Estonia?" he warned, He then started to remove his suit and Oh, crap! Travis was ablack-belter in Karate. Kuya ij and confidence and even myself combined were no match for him. "I'm coming with you!" I screamed after jumping in the middle of them. The two ladies looked confusedly at him having no idea of what's about to happen. I shifted my gaze at him and I rolled my eyes at him when I saw him smirking.

, he says pointing a finger at me and I raise both my hands in front of my body in surrender. “Sorry”, I say under my breath but all I want to do is laugh. I always get them to tell me to shut up, but I never really got it right about them shagging each other, I always throw it in the air but apparently these ones are really doing it. I wonder what Pavlov would think of this. The thought of him finding out that his gorillas are gay strikes me as funny and I can’t help but laugh a little but as soon as I see the dark eyes of the driver in the mirror watching me I stop. I really don’t want to die today, but I have to admit it was kid one fun.

His eyes were widened in irritation, his half-unbuttoned shirt showing his heaving chest as he breathed in anger. Felix spotted the book on a shelf to his right. He brought it out, opened it to the last page, and raised it up to his face. "Here, this is who you just saw!" Felix shouted. Travis froze as he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. His face turned white as he stared at a picture of the face he had just seen and the name written under it.

The slow-motion clip of my walk (coat flaring, red soles flashing, smile like death) hits two hundred million views by lunch. Whitford Tech drops another 11%. Theo is photographed leaving a dive bar in Palo Alto at 2 p.m., drunk, unshaven, sobbing into a burner phone while paparazzi scream questions about paternity and prison. The video goes viral before he even gets to his car. He trips over a curb, drops his phone, and when he bends to pick it up, his face is red and swollen, tears streaming down his cheeks as he yells at the cameras.

She said and he sighed. “So where exactly do I start? What do I explain to you?” He asked. The news of the scandal popped up on the television screen, making it literally inevitable to avoid talking about it. Alison's eyes searched Travis', desperate for him to deny the allegations. "Tell me it's not true, Travis. Please tell me it's just a rumor. Tell me the tape was just edited, and the man in it was not you.” Travis' expression was grim, but he didn't confirm or deny anything. Not yet. He seemed lost in thought, his mind racing with worries and fears.