Finding it

I ride Jaxie back to the stables after a race with Alex, who was riding a gray named unicorn, Luria.
My favored, Jaxie, is undefeated and with a victorious grunt, I can tell that his confidence is ablaze. I smile, "Thats right, Jax, five more denarius for me, and five extra fruits and vegetables for you."

I watch as Alex rolls his eyes playfully as he leads Luria to her stable. He will never admit to it, but he lets me win, and I know it. Jaxie is the most elite unicorn at camp Jupiter, his horn gives very effective medicine, his speed tops all else and his agility is unbelievable. No other unicorn has beaten Jaxie. The only other animal that would give him a run for his money is Scipio, Reyna's former Pegasus; Tempest, Jason's storm spirit; Arion, who Hazel is affiliated to; and Blackjack, Percy's Pegasus.

Although, who am I to judge if he wants to let me win. I will get more food for my unicorn--yes, I call Jaxie mine-- and I will also get more money in my pockets. I'm not a weak damsel who needs special treatment, I'm a smart girl, who knows her strategies. Simple.

I feed Jaxie a few more apple slices and then lead him back to his own stable to where Alex comes up to me. Jaxie shakes his head and mane in an obvious unicorn way of smirking at Alex. "Wow, okay, rude." Alex laughs beside me and I pat the unicorn on the head one more time before we turn to leave for lunch.

It's been a little more than two weeks since Travis and I spoke in front of the fifth cohort. A little more than two weeks of not seeing his face. Or even the bigger picture, it's been so long since I saw his smile, or him laughing, or have him holding my hand, or play with my hair, or him just being the Travis I know. The Travis I was about to love.

I sigh and walk with Alex. He hums a tune next to me as we make our way to the dining hall for lunch. We don't speak but it is comfortable. Yet, I intend to break that silence.

I stop walking, go behind him, and jump on his back.
"What are you doing?" He asks, recovering after a stumble from my weight. He carries me piggy-back-ride style.
"I won the race, you carry me now."
"It doesn't work like that."
"Yes it does."
"Uhm, no. It doesn't."
"It does now."
He shakes his head, "I guess it does."

He carries me to our usual table and by now people have gotten used to us be close with each other, so no strange looks are shot in our direction. Alex let's me jump off his back and we the sit down at our normal seats. The chatter is prey normal and I find myself in a fairly happy mood. That is, until I am left to my thoughts once more.

How long will it be until Travis speaks to me again? He's avoided me so well that I, myself haven't seen him. I hear Miranda speak of him, as does Kia--as much as she dislikes him-- but I just haven't seen him. At all. Period, point, blank. I really do
miss him though, the Travis that I used to know. I keep finding myself thinking of how things could have been alright between us, if it weren't for his cowardice to not be true. I just want my kind of Travis back, is that too much to ask--

"Okay," Alex's voice snaps me back from my thoughts, "I can act like Angelo, guys, watch-"
"Bet you can't." Angelo protests.
"Watch me, I'll tell a joke." He clears his throat. "What is a vampire's favorite fruit?"
Railyn and Kia visibly cringe as they seem to be thinking of an answer but it's Miranda who takes a guess. "A blood orange?"
"A neck-tarine!" It takes a second and then when no one laughs Alex pouts. "Come on, that was good!"
"There can only be one Angelo, c'est moi." His brother smirks.
I laugh at the expression Alex makes in return--

And then I see him. His hair a mess underneath his hood, his hands fidgeting in his hoodie pocket. His blue eyes staring at me. And it's as if all the air has been sucked from my lungs. My laugh stifles as I take in his figure, that I haven't seen in so long.

Travis opens his mouth as if to say something to me and I find myself yearning  to hear the sound of his voice, a sound that I have been deprived of for the last couple of weeks, but he closes it and my heart drops like a stone.

His eyes stay locked on mine though, and I  am determined not to be the first one to look away. I won't back down from his gaze. It cuts me like a knife to have this distance between us, but only he can bridge the gap that be made. I have nothing to be sorry for, for I had done nothing wrong. It is he who must, if he wants to have this chasm between us go away, own up to what he has done, to both myself and Mae.

So as it is not my place to be the one to mend this subject, yet I have taken part in the issue, my eyes will lock his, but will not provide the satisfaction.

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damn, sorry guy, i really need to stop procrastinating.
love you all though. i am working on the next chappie already so yes, that will be up asap.
how u all been?
did anyone notice some danyul and philly in the chap?