Memories (Will be going under extreme editing soon)

4.) Stupidity

I practically freaked out for nothing.

Mr. Manson, or Gabriel as of matter in fact... is nothing more but a student-teacher.

How would I know this? Because he said so, and he's going on and on about his 'drab' life.

" The reason I'm a student-teacher is because I graduated from college,"

More murmurs went around the room and I rolled my eyes dramatically.

" But I have never experienced a high school life. In exchange for attending this school, I had to teach for second and seventh period of French."

A few of the girls squealed and the guys give him approving looks.

I just snorted silently.

After he finished introducing himself, he started teaching us French.

But throughout the rest of the class period, I heard some girls whispering about Gabriel.

" He's so hot."

" I would love to spend a night with him."

" Oh how I want to tap him."

" He puts the bad in 'Bad Romance'."

I wanted to gag, all of these comments is making me sick.

' Maybe it's cause your jealous.' said my subconscious.

Please! I barely know the guy!

' Doesn't mean you don't fancy the gorgeous guy.'

Ha! I don't fancy him! I dislike him with a passion!

' But don't you barely know the guy?'

Argh! Shut up!

I was so immersed in arguing with my subconscious that I didn't realized that everybody left.

' Admit it, you got hots for Gabriel.'

I do not!

' Yes you d-'

" Megan?"

" What?! Can't you see I'm busy?!" I snap.

Gabriel smirks, " Doing what exactly?"

I looked down and saw that I had nothing on my desk.

I stood up, " Never mind then."

" Did you get the gist of today's lesson?" Gabriel asks.

" We already had a lesson?!" I exclaimed.

Gabriel chuckles, " If you were paying attention, you would've got the notes. I assumed you wrote down everything I had on the projector..."

" I-I-I do!" I say.

Then I looked at the clock and saw that it said 3:20.

" Now if you'll excuse me, I got to go."

I grabbed my stuff and walked.

" I'll see you later!" Gabriel yells.

" I doubt it!" I yelled back, heading off to the soccer field.

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" What the fudge is he doing here?" I growled to Summer.

We were at cheerleading tryouts and I'm literally boiling in anger, due to the fact that Gabriel is

here and is checking out my every move.

" Well they do have soccer tryouts after cheerleading." Summer replies, smirking at my reaction.

I blew a bubble and popped it. So this is what he meant when he will see me later.