He did NOT know how he got here.

The bass was loud and he could feel it in his stomach, the lights flashing and the smell of sweaty, drunk teenagers filled the air as they danced against each other and the humidity only made it 10x worse. His friend disappeared to go chase after his ex girlfriend, leaving him here alone against the railing of the staircase, getting his shoulder hit occasionally by people going upstairs to hookup and sipping beer that he didn’t even like but only drank to seem less off a loser then he already is.

the room was filled with laughter, love and joy, three things he’s definitely not feeling now as Bobby fucking Farliegh purposely him shoves against the bannister, giving him a snide look as the fucker leads a girl dressed in all black upstairs. Travis just swears once the guy is out of sight because..he’d never do it to his face and downs the rest of his beer, cringing at the taste.

his dad would kill him if he catches him here, god he hated his dad…and he hated Bobby Farliegh..-..yeah he hated most things currently but…Travis doesn’t care about those said things now that the sight of one of the Yellowjackets coming into view makes him forget everything. What was their name…? Doesn’t matter. They’re pretty, they look cool and Travis has been watching them and purposely showing up at practice despite his dad’s displeasure, just to see them.

he loses them in the crowd..he searches and searches, his luck coming to an end when he sees the rows and rows of hormonal teens..until a voice snaps him out of his thoughts.