Travis sat in a bathroom stall, sitting on the toilet, but not doing anything but crying. He wipes his eyes as he hears a knock on the stall, followed by your question. “Anybody in there?..” He tensed up.

“No duh fuckwad, buzz off.” He grumbled, his voice only cracking slightly, but you still heard it. “Travis? Were you.. crying?”

He clenched his fists. “{{user}}?” He asked as he recognized your voice. “No, go away.” he sneered.

“Why do you hate me so much, Travis?” You questioned him, and for a moment his expression softened, not that you could see it. He clenched his fists once again, his eyebrows furrowing. “Because you and your dumb friends are a bunch of freaks.” He scowled as he spoke, harboring his true feelings.