Between Love and Friendship (Completed)

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

I sat straight up in bed on Saturday morning. The first thing I noticed, besides the fact that I had a light headache and my mouth was extremely dry, was that I was in Gabriel’s room. In Gabriel’s bed.

Let me tell you, waking up in some boy’s bed isn’t exactly the best situation to find yourself in. Especially when you can't even remember how you got there.

I stumbled out into the hallway, careful not to be too loud. I made my way to the bathroom and when I looked in the mirror, the events of the night before came hurtling back into my mind.

I was dazed for a moment, before I decided to organize my thoughts, by arranging the events in the order that they happened.

I arrived at the dance.

I had fruit punch.

I kissed Trevor.

Gabriel got mad, and Trevor got hurt.

Somehow, I ended up at home with Gabriel.

Everything else that happened that night was a blur, but from the puffy bags under my eyes I could tell that I must’ve been crying about something.

I looked down to see that I was in Gabriel’s clothes but I couldn’t remember putting them on.

“Oh god,” I groaned. What a mess.

I splashed my face with some cool water and picked my fancy black dress off of the bathroom floor before returning to Gabriel’s room.

The door was closed but the idea to knock just didn’t occur to me. I walked into the sight of Gabriel, dripping wet, with nothing but a towel around his waist.

I slammed the door closed as quickly as I had opened it, and stumbled back out into the hallway. I really should've knocked.

A few seconds later, the door opened. Gabriel had put on a pair of jeans but his well-toned chest was still bare.

“Uh-sorry. I’ll remember to knock next time, I promise!” I mumbled nervously.

“I know I'm sexy but you don't have to get all jittery and nervous like that,” He laughed.

I scoffed. “You wish you were,” I shot back crossing my arms over my chest. “I don't get nervous around guys.”

“Well, would you mind explaining why you're as red as a tomato?”

“Shut up,” I mumbled before starting down the stairs. I glanced at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. To my dismay, I did look a little red, but I wasn't going to waste any more of my time arguing with him.

After leaving my party dress on the couch in the living room, I made my way to the kitchen, and decided that it would be a good time to make some breakfast. I hadn't realized it before, but I was starving.

I was about to open the refrigerator when I was interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing. Gabriel's phone. He had one of those old flip-phones that almost everyone made fun of, but Gabe didn't use his phone much anyway, so it probably didn't matter to him.

The name “Annabelle<3” was flashing across the screen.

Stupidly, I answered it.

“Hey baby, why'd you leave the dance so early yesterday? You totally ditched me!”

Baby?

“Um...it's Aria.” I answered awkwardly.

“Oh, um, hi. Why are you on Gabe's phone?” She sounded agitated.