Loving Gabe

Chapter 1 (Gabby)

"Dude wake up," A distant voice says. I turn my head and open my eyes halfway to find Gabe climbing through my window the sun hits me smack in the face. "Dude come on you don't want to be late for the first day of high school," Gabe says I lay my head back down hoping that he will go away but he doesn't. I groan throwing the covers over my head Gabe throws back the covers sitting on my bed. He smiles at me and combs his hands through his curly undercut last year he dyed the top blonde. He gives me a grin that makes my heart starts to beat a thousand times per second. I wish I could tell him how I really feel about him I wish I didn't have to hide my love from him, but I do. He grabs my hand. "Time to wake up princess," Gabe insisted. I throw the covers over and walk to the bathroom. I take a hot shower trying to keep my feelings inside. I dry off and then I realize something. I forgot my clothes damn. I wrap a towel around me to hide all my goodies. I open the bathroom door I stop mid-way when I see the sun shining on his olive skin, his skin is fucking glowing. I slam to door shut putting distance between me and him while I try to make these butterflies go away.

I take in a few deep breathes and walk out my door to find him laying on my bed looking fine as fuck. I walk over to my closet and grab a plain white tank top and red basketball shorts, underwear and bra then I head back to the bathroom. I get dress and open the door again.

"Are you ready," I ask him. Gabe looks up from his phone and me looks me up and down he wears a displease look on his face. "What?" I question him.

"You're wearing that for the first day of school? What is wrong with you?" He states. "Come on a least try to look like you want boys to look at you." My heart shatters when he said those words is the reason why he doesn't look at me more than a friend. "Do I need to change myself to make him want me?" Tears fill my eyes, "Does he think I'm ugly," I think I try hard not to break down in front of him. "You need to change.'' He declares.

I walk back to my closet as tears pour down my face. I try to find something more girly. I can't find anything, so I go to Izzie's room that is painted everything in this room makes me want to gag. I rummage through her closet I find a crop- top and a pair of light blue ripped jeans. I rummage through her draw I pick out a pair of Calvin Klein underwear and bralette, a push-up bra. Thank God we wear the same size in everything. I grab her flat Iron and make up bag and jewelry. She going to fucking kill me for going in her room but at this point I really don't give a fuck. I go back to my bathroom get dress, flat iron my hair, put on make-up. When I look in the mirror, I don't see me I see Izzie staring right back at me. Even when she's not here, she still overshadows me. Her brows long, her lips full and lined, her hair straight. I twirl and twirl in the mirror. I've always been jealous of Izzie always wanted to be her. She was born first, air filled her lungs first, her eyes seen first, mom and dad held her first, they named her first, she rolled over first, talked first, got a boyfriend first, held hands first, kissed a boy first, got a job first, went through her first break up first, got her period first. She did everything before me I hated her for it. I wish that I just I could do something before her just once. And today I get to be her I know that sounds petty but if you knew what how hard it was living in her shadow. At school I tried to out for the Cheerleading squad, but Izzie told me that I was too fat. So, I tried out for the basket team, I am good at basketball, so I didn't let it bother me for too long.

I open the bathroom door; I find him laying on my bed scrolling through Instagram. He doesn't see me yet. I have tried so many times to show him that I am in love with him, but boys are so dumb. I build up the courage to ask him. "How do I look?" He jumps up off my bed and stares at me his jaw dropped and his face shock.