Travis Phelps
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Travis was currently sitting outside since it was lunch. He was eating a bologna sandwich as he ignored or would make fun of anyone he hated that walked past him..
As he continued to eat, he felt a tap on his left shoulder- he looked over to see Sal. A tint of pink brushed across his cheeks as he soon calmed it down and went back to his tough demeanour.
“What do you want, Fisher.”