Chapter Six:

Two weeks passed and I haven't talked to Gabriel since that Saturday. I think the only thing he has said to me was "Hi" and that was a week ago. I try not to think about him, and the potential friendship we could have had because honestly he doesn't deserve my friendship. He could have checked in on me, at least ask me if I'm okay but nothing so fuck him. I've been on one of those elliptical bike things for about an hour, since I eat like a fat ass and need to start working out so I don't gain weight. I'm watching "Friends." While I work out to distract me a bit though. My house is finally fully unpacked as of last week and the inside looks almost identical to our last house but of course the layout is different. My Mom made a corner of our attic into a miniature gym but it only has a two things at the moment. I hear a ring from my phone and see Angelica's name. I slide to answer it,

"Hey." I simply say.

"Where the fuck are you? I'm waiting at the front!" What does she mean by that? I don't remember having any plans tonight... well other than annoying my brother.

"What?" I say in confusion.

"Did you forget? There is a party tonight."

Oh shit. I totally forgot about that honestly... my bad.

"Oh yeah, sorry I'm going to have to take a rain check."

No way I'm going out on a Tuesday night, especially since I'm sweaty as shit.

"Ugh fine." I hear my phone beep indicating she hung up and I roll my eyes. Is she really getting upset over a stupid party? Why the fuck would I want to get wasted on  a Tuesday, that's so stupid. I use that as a excuse to get off the bike and go upstairs. Sometimes Angelica can be so stupid, it's probably another one of her college friend's party... I don't think she gets that they all just want to get in her pants but I'll let her figure that out herself. Walking upstairs, I hear my Father and Mother screaming at each other... oh great.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Alejandro?!" I hear her yell. I quietly walk up the stairs trying not to make a sound and then walk to the second flight of stairs to get to my room. The stairs creek as I walk on them... stupid old stairs. They didn't seem to the hear it though so I race up the stairs, staying as quiet as possible until I reach my room and slam my door behind me. My parents really need to get a place just for arguing, how many times do I have to remind my Mother that this is not a good environment for Ethan? Fucking ridiculous. I draw a bath for myself, hoping it will block their screaming out of my mind. I throw in a peach bath bomb right before getting in and then get in and soak in the bath. I don't even like bath's that much, I actually really fucking despise them because I get bored but they actually help clear my mind believe it or not. I've started taking them more often recently as things have become worse in my house, I find myself thinking more about the boredom than the actual issue. I just don't get how you can be with someone so toxic... do they even still love each other? Is that what love is? Your so crazy about the person that you will hurt anyone for them? Even the person him or herself? No that doesn't make sense. You don't love someone you hurt, you just convince yourself that you do. I find myself dozing off a bit but am awakened by a loud bang on my window. What the hell is that? The banging continues so I finally get up and put on my robe. I go check out my window and see...Gabriel?

"Open up!" He yells.

No way I'm letting him in if he doesn't ask nicely. I turn around and start to walking away,

"Please." He adds.

I turn back around and slide the window open and see him fall in, collapsing on the floor. I realize quickly that he has a cut on his perfect face... did I really just call his face perfect? "What the fuck happened to you? And why are you here?!" I yell but then quickly cover my mouth.

"It doesn't matter what happened, you told me you would always be here to help me if I get in a fight."

Go, I knew saying that was going to bite me in the ass. I want to kick him out, tell him to go fuck himself for not even saying a word to me all these weeks, but I don't. Part of me is worried that he is in some sort of danger and it doesn't matter how mad I am, he needs me. I love how he shows up the day I decide I don't want anything to do with him.

"How did you get to my window? Or even find my house." I ask him,

"I climbed a tree and remember I drove you home." Oh, I'm stupid.

"Go to my bathroom, it's the door on the left side, I have to grab some things." I tell him and he nods.

I grab a pair of underwear, shorts and a tank top from one of my drawers and go over to my parent's washroom to get changed and also grab a cloth and rubbing alcohol. I walk back to my bedroom and instead of Gabriel being in the bathroom he is laying on MY bed.

"Get off." I tell him.

"Took you long enough."

He gets up and walks to my washroom, taking a seat on the toilet.

"Why do you always seem to get beat up?" I ask him.

"I did not get beat up!" He defensively says.

"Yeah, yeah."

I wet the cloth, then put it on his face. Then clean it up with rubbing alcohol and put a band aid on it.

"Is that all?"

He shakes his head and raises his shirt. He has a big deep cut on his stomach.

"What the fuck happened Gabriel!" I yell. I touch his stomach, examining the wound.

"Nothing, I'm fine." He lies,

"You should go to the hospital." I turn around, ready to walk away but he grabs my hand gently, turning me back around,

"No! Just please help me."  He begs.

What the hell could have happened that resulted in such a big injury?

"Take off your shirt." I instruct.

"Wow, we're moving fast." He winks...What a dog.

I go through all my draws and cabinet's until I finally find some bandage wrap from when I sprained my wrist around a year ago.

"Stay still and this might hurt."

I do the same thing I did before to the one on his face but I can tell its way more painful. I feel bad for hurting him, I really don't want to but I have to get this done.

By the time I'm finally done and wrapping up his torso, I hear him take a deep breath in relief that I'm done.

"You did good." I tell him and he stays quiet.

"You've got to be careful Gabriel, whatever your doing... you need to stop."

"I'm not doing anything, I mean nothing shady if that's what you mean... it's just personal stuff."

I want to hug him, tell him he can talk to me but it's not my place. We're not friends, we're not anything really just people that know each other. I wanted to be his friend but he couldn't even bare to talk to me for two weeks, almost going on three. I start putting away all the stuff and Gabriel sits on my bed playing on his phone, waiting for me to finish. I don't really want to kick him out and he doesn't seem to want to leave for some reason. Once I am finished, I take a seat beside him and he puts down his phone.

"Thanks for helping me and I'm sorry for being an asshole." Did he actually apologize?

"I know you know I've been avoiding you, I just didn't really know what to say that is weird for me." He explains, basically reading my mind.

"You're forgiven just don't do it again, you seem like you're embarrassed to talk to me." I rub my arm awkwardly.

"Of course, I'm not embarrassed. Who gives a fuck about what people think anyways? They can all go suck my dick if they have something to say." He says in a harsh tone and I laugh, "Wouldn't you love if they did that?"

He starts sarcastically laughing,

"You're definitely something, Maddy."

He looks over at me after avoiding eye contact, his blue eyes stare deep into mine, he starts moving closer to me,

"What are you-" he cuts me off before I can continue, shushing me.

Before I can even process what is going to happen, he presses his lips on mine, moving his tongue into my mouth. I get a fresh mint taste in my mouth as we continue to kiss. He moves me on top of him, continuing to kiss me afterwards. When we finally stop kissing he bites his lip and I find myself blushing that I have never done before.

"What happened to that girl you were kissing In the hallway?" I ask him with curiosity.

"Rose?" He laughs,

"She's like my best friend, she was trying to make her ex boyfriend jealous." He continues to laugh at me.

"Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know you kissed your friends." I say crossing my arms and he kisses me again,

"It's fine, it's cute... jealous is definitely a good look." He laughs.

I'm going to fucking kill him,

"Shut the fuck up, I was curious."

  I definitely didn't expect him to kiss me. God we haven't even had a friendship, the most we talked was now and when we were at his house. God me and Gabriel don't make any sense... we don't get along at all and yes we have a lot of similarities but are very different at the same time.

Last night Gabriel left late and no we didn't do anything, we actually just talked and it was nice. It's actually nice to know that he isn't really just interested in sex... well at least I think he isn't. I don't know why I'm letting him do this to me. Right now were not dating or anything but I don't know why I'm so forgiving when it comes to him. I know he is going to fuck up again and I know I'm just basically waiting for that to happen but I'm better off just giving him a chance to prove me wrong and get to know him more... even though I really don't know much about him still. Mostly we were just talking about myself, my likes and dislikes and when I asked about him, he would just ask another question about me. I still don't really know much more than what I knew before. Geography class he wasn't there and now its almost lunch and I'm sitting in science wondering where he was. Is it bad that I hate not knowing where he is?

"Madeline!" The Teacher yells,

"What?"

"I asked you a question!" She snaps.

"Pass." She rolls her eyes, letting this useless conversation go.

"Rose, you answer it." I turn to Rose that is apparently Gabriel's best friend and watch her answer the question perfectly... if only I was smart. I still find it hard to believe they are just friends. She is gorgeous and he is too. They would look amazing together, no doubt in my mind. I watch as she puts her strawberry blonde hair into a bun, but then quickly look away before people start thinking I'm a freak. The bell eventually rings and I race out the class to get to my locker that is all the way downstairs. Once I finally get to it I put all my books away, one by one making sure they are up straight and organized. I feel large arms wrap around my waist and I knew it was him. He buries his face into my hair from behind,

"You look so fucking gorgeous in this dress." Gabriel says to me.

"Where were you?!" I snap, pushing him off me.

Okay maybe I shouldn't have been so aggressive,

"It's a surprise." He tells me,

"What?" I'm confused as fuck... What is a surprise?

"Were leaving now." He grabs my wrist pulling me through the hall, "Gabriel I cant just leave, my mom will kill me." I tell him, "She will be fine come on."

I stop my tracks standing my ground,

"Jesus fuck, just please come... I promise you won't regret it." I love making him beg, say please... because he has no manners at all.

"Fine." I grab his hand intertwining my fingers with his and we run down the halls, looking every way for any teacher. When we finally get out of the school he takes me to his car and I love it... even though I could never see him in something so flashy since he doesn't seem to like many colours. I turn up the volume when I hear my favourite song by Dua Lipa, 'Don't Start Now' on the radio,

"Why am I not surprised you like this pop music bullshit." He says,

"Oh shut up, there is nothing wrong with pop music." I see him smile a bit when he thinks I'm not looking that warms my heart.

"Will you tell me where we're going yet?" I ask.

"Nope, what do you not understand in it's a surprise women." He says. "Well sorry, I don't really like surprises."

"Well you will like this one." We go quiet for a moment that irritates me, I hate silence... it makes me think too much.

"So what kind of car is this?" I ask.

"You're into cars?" I bite my lip, "No I'm into you and things about you so I'm interested where you got such a car..."

"It's a 1967 Ford Mustang and I got it from my Grandfather." He briefly says. He obviously doesn't want to talk much about it or go into any details that is fine, I guess family is a tough subject.

  I stay quiet, just waiting for us to arrive. I have no idea where he is taking us, not even a single thing pops up in my mind and I'm worried actually... what if I don't like it? I feel him place his hand on my thigh and I look over at him and smile but he doesn't smile back... what a weirdo.

"You need to work on your mood swings."

I move his hand off me and look outside the window.

"Yeah, I will get right on that." He sarcastically says.

I admire the miles of green field that this town has, I love it.  The car finally comes to a stop in the middle of the green land and he starts to get out so I follow. He grabs my hand,

"Close your eyes." He instructs.

I do as he told and he leads me through the field and I can feel my white heels sinking through the grass... this was a really bad day to chose to wear heels. After around five minutes of walking we finally stop,

"You ready?" He asks and I nod.

"Okay open your eyes."

I do as told and I see that he made us a s in the middle of the field. A white blanket laid in the middle of the green ground with a brown basket In the middle. I turn around to face him and give him a big smile,

"Why did you-" he speaks before I can continue,

"You told me last night you like nature and I know this isn't really nature but this is one of the only clear areas without buildings close by and I thought you would like it... I don't know, it's stupid."

I pull him into a kiss and then hug him tight, "Shut up, it's not stupid, it's sweet. I love it." I tell him and I feel him take a deep breath, letting all his doubt and worry drift away.