Please Don't Leave Me Behind Again (Completed)

Chapter Sixty-Six

This chapter!!! *sighs* Enjoy and let me know what you think! I hope I did Gabriel justice. Also, he's the final POV change for the boys! I've done them all once! Woot! Only took 66 chapters to do it. Also, only 8 more chapters left. Yes! That means things are going to get dark, very quickly, so enjoy this chapter. Love it. Appreciate it.

*Warning* Gabriel's chapter. He does swear though I tried to make it not a crazy amount.

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**| Gabriel's POV |**

I pulled Kota's shitty car into Mr. B's driveway, pushing the button so his gate opened. When it finished, I drove through and parked right in front of his house. I ran my hand through my hair, making sure none of the strands were out of place.

I got out slowly, straightening my clothes and scoffing at how much I was fussing over myself. The nerves were creating an odd mixture of butterflies and snakes in my stomach. I was excited to take Trouble out on her first date but also scared of fucking it up.

My plans were good, simple and fun, but there was still room for something screwing it up. Like North. I can see him ruining the whole night. The asshole didn't know how to just let go. He trust us, I knew he did, but when it came to Sang, all rational thoughts leave his brain and he reverts back into his caveman tendencies. It has been worse since he kissed Sang.

I didn't think it was because of the kiss. I think she told North and Silas something, something that turned them into protective bears when it came to her.

I ignored the pang of doubt. She told them but no one else and I couldn't force her to spill the beans. I needed to wait for her to open up.

I hoped this date worked. She needed to take a break from all the shit that's been happening to her lately.

I went up Mr. B's porch and opened the door, not bothering to knock.

"Oy, where is my date?" I called out.

A sweet giggle responded and I watched as Sang descended the stairs. People would probably think this is the moment I stare at her in awe because she's in beautiful clothes but that wasn't the case. Not this time. Tonight was about fun so there was no beautiful clothes, though she was beautiful in anything she wore.

I did stare at her in awe, but that was because I was looking at Trouble. She was wearing red shorts with a grey t-shirt that fell down to her butt. Her long blond hair fell around her shoulders, the lighting in the house reflecting the different shades in them. My fingers twitched wanting to play with her hair but I held back.

I smiled at her. "There is my Trouble," I said. "Are you ready for your first ever date?"

She nodded, a wonderful blush painting her cheeks.

The snakes in my stomach calmed down while the butterflies decided to lift off.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Painting," I said. "That's why you didn't need to dress all fancy. Tonight, we get fucking messy."

She giggled again and my smile widened even more, if that were possible.

"But before we go, turn around," I said.

She looked confused but did as I said.

I ran my hand through her soft, silky hair, and then quickly put it into a French braid.

"All set," I said with a grin.

She turned around, her hand running over the end of the braid.

"Thank you," she said.