Chapter 6 - Katelyn's POV

                                    

                                          
I flip through some dumb doctor's magazine, blocking out the surrounding sounds. Anything is better than staring at him. 
                          
I don't know why he's here, and to be honest, I don't wish to know. Even though some of the blame is laid on myself, he did play in the whole scenario. 
                          
Just as we exchange glances does he get up. He seems like the stupid type who doesn't do anything for himself, but I must admit this caught me off guard. Since we were literally just staring back and forth, I meet him, my face flushing with anger as I stare at my leather boots.
                          
"I-I know you don't know me, but can I talk to you? S-Somewhere private, I mean..." He stutters, his voice as quiet as a mouse. I look up as I brush a loose strand of away, my natural pastel blue with a hint of gray hair fading into the bright turquoise dyed portion.
                          
"Y-Yeah. I think that would be good. Let's head down this way... I guess." I began walking down a corridor, followed by an empty clinic room. I continue down the path as his footsteps tap behind me. 
                          
I eventually find an empty hallway, with no one occupying the rooms, with means no one to eavesdrop either. I figure this is only the result of my trust issues, but now is not the time for pondering on my weird habits and behaviors. 
                          
"Listen, I didn't expect you here... And I know we agreed not to talk about this but—" He mumbles under his breath, rubbing his back before I cut him off in a sophisticated manner, "I think that since we are both waiting in a grubby old waiting room... It's an okay time to address the problem." He looks down to the tiles to avoid eye contact as I cross my arms in return. 
                          
"I-I was drunk that night... Way too drunk..." He begins, "And this is hard for me to say, but there is a good friend of mine who told me to speak up and have confidence..."
                          
"I must agree... I did have one too many, too..." I laugh, remembering KC bringing them out with a smile, "The vodkas kept coming and the alcohol didn't kick in yet. And I got carried away... I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry. Really."
                          
He takes a deep breath before talking, "I'm sorry, also. But could I at least get your name?"
                          
"Sure I guess... I'm Katelyn Fyre. Nice to meet you." I began, raising a hand for him to shake. As a polite man he took it, "The name's Travis Valkrum."
                          
"Hmm..." I think, running the name across my head. It's so familiar, yet the slightest bit foreign, "Just a question, but who exactly were you waiting to see? Like a relative, teacher, parent...?"
                          
"A-A friend of mine was in a really bad car accident." He mumbles, his brow furrowing with confusion and sadness, "What about yourself?"
                          
I connect the dots quickly, the thoughts and conversations rolling around in my brain, "I-It's A-Aphmau Lorde... Isn't it?" I whisper, my hand covering my mouth partially.
                          
"Y-Yes..." He stutters, realizing our bonds. Our friendships. Our online relationships, "Fire-Punch?"
                          
"Chick-Magnet, Travis?!" I gasp, my eyes gaping open.
                          
"T-This can't be happening!" He blurts out, his mouth ajar and hands in his messy locks.
                          
"No... no no no NO NO NO!!!" I begin yelling, my mind twisting and turning, "NOT PERVERTED TRAVIS!!! What the actual fuck... How...?" I mutter, brushing the hair out of my face.
                          
He starts to calm down, but remains stiff. He opens his mouth to speak, his expression sincere, "I-I'm so sorry, Katelyn! I d-didn't expect this!"
                          
"Me neither you dingus! How could I not put the dots together...? When we texted... Where you lived... When you went... Ah! I'm so dumb!" I become heated up, my fists clenching in outrage. He copies these actions, taking the sudden news much better than me. Yet again, I am a hot headed girl who is always PMSing, especially right now.