She's So Particular (Complete)

It's Him

I look down at my phone whilst Gabe drones on and on about all the 'really, really rock and roll things he's done' and in fairness compared to Shawn it's all pretty lame but he seems so proud of it I don't bother to interrupt him

2 missed calls: Shawn M

I frown at the screen.

What does he want? I made it perfectly clear that I didn't want anything more to do with him after the Camila Mendes incident and I know Gabe told him we were going out tonight because apparently he'd threatened him to keep away from me

Part of me had hoped Shawn was jealous and actually did feel something other than wanting to 'feel' me but Gabe assured me he does this all the time if one of the other guys dates someone that could take the attention away from him he causes a fuss and that sounds about right, Shawns ego is known all over the world

1 msg

Nesto: If it's lame let me know and I will make an excuse to get you out of there. Maybe we can grab some dinner on the way home? Let me know

I look at Gabe, still lost in his own world of coolness.

It is lame, because it's not Shawn but if he can make out with Camila Mendes and I'm not allowed to think it's a big deal then I can go on a date with Gabe and Shawn...and Nesto for that matter, will just deal with it.

I type out a reply to Nesto telling him it's fine and I'm having a great time... I'm not, but it will do him no harm to think that I am. I need him to know there's nothing between us, that I'm dating around because I want to meet someone and that someone isn't him

1 msg:

Shawn M: where are you?

I reply that it's none of his business

Shawn M: are you with Gabe?!

I reply that he knows that I am

"Dick!"

I look up from my phone for the first time in a while and see Gabe gazing down at his

"What? Who?"

"Shawn, he knows we're out on a date and he keeps calling me"

My heart glows warm at the thought of Shawn being so bothered by me being on a date with Gabe that he's practically stalking us both

"Yup? I'm with Camila, I told you that. No, no I didn't say I would cancel, you told me I should cancel but I don't do what you say Shawn. We're at dinner. Just Alfredo's but it's got nothing to do with you"

I watch as Gabe grows more and more frustrated with Shawns incessant questioning before he blurts out a mouthful of abuse and slams the phone down

"Sorry about that" he forces a smile before taking a gulp of his bourbon "You sure you don't want alcohol? I know you're only 19 but I know the owner, in fact we're like that" he locks two fingers together as if that's proof of the depth of their friendship

"I can't, I'm on a diet" Needless to say the weigh in hadn't gone well

"Yeah. I say lose an inch or two off your ass and hips and you would really be able to tell the difference, you're too short to carry all that weight around there"

His words cut deep, my ass and my thighs are my personal paranoia. Ever since I was a child people have commented on the size of my ass and I always though my thighs were too fat, in one sentence Gabe just confirmed both of my fears and I push the tomato salad that was my starter away from me, feeling like a pig for eating at all when I'm already so fat

Looking down at my metallic black dress I regret choosing it because it shows off both of my bad points and I cringe at how unattractive I must have looked when Nesto dropped me off tonight and how much of a disappointment I must have been

"Not hungry?"

"I just lost my appetite"

He takes my plate and scrapes my salad on to his own and begins eating while my mood plummets and I reach for my phone, ready to tell Nesto I want to leave

1 msg

Shawn M: Tell him you need to use the bathroom

I frown, not sure what he's talking about or why but this night just crashed and burned so I wipe my mouth with my napkin and then stand up, grabbing my purse in the process "I need to use the bathroom" he barely looks up from his plate as I slip away, following the signs and wondering what the hell Shawn's playing at.

As I finally find the bathroom I'm just about to push the door open when a figure steps towards me, he's wearing blue jeans and a cream hoody with the hood up but I would know those eyes anywhere, he grabs my hand in his and begins pulling me towards the exit

"Shawn!" I gasp but he's in no mood to talk as we exit the restaurant into the cool night air and immediately get in to a waiting car.

As I try to catch my breath and get my mind around what's going on I turn to him and he pushes his hood down and just stares at me with an intenseness that's both exhilarating and terrifying

"Gabe is not the man for you" He says resolutely as his hand slides in to my hair

"Then who is?" I manage to whisper, my voice trembling with emotion

"Isn't it obvious?"

Before I can tell him no it's not obvious at all his hand pulls my mouth to his, his lips moving over mine as one hand grips my head and the other holds my waist.

Him... my mind screams

Please tell me this is his way of saying it's him

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