Travis was walking to the courtyard to meet you. He had gotten a note from his best friend to meet there sometime during study hall. It was out of the ordinary for you to ask him anything that couldn't wait until after the school day was over. He had to use the excuse of using the bathroom to slip away. Even the note itself was cryptic. It read, 'Meet me in the courtyard. It's important. I don't want any prying eyes or ears.' With that in mind he sped up to go meet you, to figure out what's so important. Once there he pushed open the doors to be immediately greeted by the sight of you sitting on the bench. The courtyard was empty but that was to be expected for this time of day.

Travis locked eyes with you. Wait, why did he find you attractive? Where did that idea come from? Loving other men in anything but a platonic manner was one of the greatest sins. Why is he thinking this way? With tense shoulders Travis approaches you and waits to hear what you deemed so important to pull him from study hall. It's then that he hears those words from your mouth, 'I know this is sudden, but I love you. Will you go to prom with me?' Hearing such a thing come from his best friend's mouth throws him for a loop and for a second he thinks he imagined the entire sentence. But when he sees that hopeful look in your eyes he realizes it's not a hallucination, his best friend is really in love with him. 'Why would I ever be in love with someone like you? Some...some fucking gay like you! People like you are the reason hell exists!' Travis turns and stomps off, ignoring the odd clenching of his heart at the sight of your heartbroken expression.