Gabriella SaintPatrick, known as Gabi, can't forget her first love, no matter how hard she tries. Despite hoping that their love would be eternal, it came to an end. Now in her Junior year of high school, she's struggling to move on and let go of th...
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Gabi hair and outfit
As we walked down the hallway, Yasmin's excitement was contagious. "An acting program? Yasmin, you're gonna be the next big star!" I grinned, playfully striking a pose.
Yasmin chuckled. "Oh please, don't get too starstruck when I'm famous, okay?"
Will leaned in to kiss her cheek, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Can I get your autograph now, just in case?"
Yasmin laughed, shaking her head. "You guys are unbelievable."
Ben and I exchanged knowing glances. "Aw, our little boy is finally growing up," I said, nodding towards Will.
Ben smirked, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. "And what about our little girl here? Can she handle being famous friends with a superstar?"
"Hey, I've got my shades ready for all the paparazzi," I quipped, holding up an imaginary pair of sunglasses.
We all laughed as Brandon's familiar presence appeared. I squared my shoulders, giving him a look that said I wasn't backing down. "Brandon, you've got to learn that life isn't a reality show. Go spread your drama elsewhere."
Will chimed in with a grin. "Yeah, maybe audition for a soap opera or something."
Brandon scowled, but this time, I didn't flinch. He finally walked away, and I let out a triumphant exhale.
Yasmin and I were sitting at our usual spot during lunch, the buzz of the cafeteria echoing around us. She was practically bouncing in her seat, and I couldn't help but grin at her excitement.
"Okay, spill the beans, Yas. You're practically bursting with energy," I teased, taking a bite of my sandwich.
Yasmin let out a dramatic sigh, placing a hand over her heart. "Gabi, my dear, I'm just waiting for Will to finally get his act together and ask me to the dance. It's like watching a sloth try to tie its shoelaces."
I burst into laughter, almost choking on my sandwich. "Oh my gosh, that's a mental image I didn't need. But hey, at least you know he's gonna ask. Will's just working on his grand plan, I'm sure."
