This house was insane; I swear to God. Gabe had a blank expression on his face, coming to when I snapped my fingers in front of him.
“Are you on something? You’re all spaced out.”
“Asif. I’m an athlete.” He winked as he flexed his muscles. “Fuck knows about prom. It’s so far away. Why?”
“But itwillbe Kennedy, right? I mean, who else? I’d fucking love you to take someone else. But she’s got her claws indeep. Unless...there’s someone else?”
He scoffed and shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m done with Kennedy.”
I raised my eyebrows at him knowingly. I’d heard this so many times with him.
Football player and cheerleader, go figure.
Silly cliche fuckwits.
“Right,” I drawled.
“I mean it, I’m done,” he repeated, stretching his arms out and cracking his neck.
I frowned, wondering if he’d slept on the laundry line or something. He was acting odd, and I couldn’t put my finger on why.
“So you need someone new to focus on, get your mind off her. What about Cayleigh? She’s the class below us, but she’s hot, all dark hair and—”
“Nah. I’m alright. I’m not interested in anyone,” Gabe interrupted, stroking his jaw.
“Yeah, and I’m the fucking Pope,” I snorted.
“Well, you’ll see.”
“Are you gay? There’s no shame in it. It would explain a few things—”
He looked at me through narrowed eyes. “No, I’m not gay. Sorry. I know you’d probably love to fuck me.”
I screwed my face up in mock disgust before winking at him. “I’d let you suck me off if you begged.”
He grimaced, and my stomach rumbled.
“Ooh, time for lunch. Ya coming?” I grinned as he yawned.
“I need to go home and change. Afterward, yeah.”
I grabbed my car keys, and we left. As we walked downstairs, my mom stood in the doorway, blowing on her coffee as she gave us this smug look—like she knew something we didn’t.
“Lovely to see you, Gabe. You are welcome here anytime. You know that, right?” She smiled at him broadly before I leaned down and kissed her cheek. She was such a pretty lady, even at her age.
“Oi, hands off my woman!” Dad roared from the living room. I swear he had a camera attached to her somewhere.
“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered with embarrassment as Gabe thanked Mom again for dinner.
We finally made it outside and into my car, Gabe smiling as he texted on his phone. I sat and stared at him before he clocked me, looking up with a guilty expression on his face.
“No one else, huh?”
“Shut up and drive, dickhead.”
“Moody fucker.”
My phone was in its cradle on my dashboard when another text came through from Sasha. My phone always displayed part of the text, and I gritted my teeth when I saw her asking about promagain.
