Beautiful Girl

Friends and Jealousy

Gabe POV 

Ever since he came into second period he has had females all over him. They were asking questions, about us. I felt my eye twitch and Racheal grabbed my hand lightly. 

"What is it, Gabriela?" She asked tilting her head to the side.

I sighed and looked over at Taylor, some of the girls pressing their chest against him. He was sitting there awkwardly.  I heard a pop and looked toward my pencil, seeing it broken in half. "Just fine," I lied, which was obvious.

I started to say something else, when I heard one of the girls say, "You're cute. And to think you have no lover is just unbelievable. I wouldn't mind taking up that space." She giggled at him, she started to twirl a piece of his hair. 

I snapped, I jumped out of my chair, releasing Racheal's hand, racing over to where they all sat.

"What is going on?" I asked in the calmest voice I could.

"I'm flirting, cupcake. This cutie needs more recognition." She purred, leaning her head closer to Taylor.  He leaned away, looking up at me with eyes that said, 'Help me.'

"You're making him uncomfortable. Leave him alone." I said strictly, glaring at her, she seemed to tense a bit. I thought she was done until she grabbed a handful of Taylor's hair and pulled him into a forceful kiss, keeping his head in place. 

As this point I completely lost it and grabbed her by her hair which caused her to let go of Taylor, him wiping off his mouth in distaste. I dragged her to the floor and sat on top of her, it felt I didn't have any control over anything I was doing, I started punching her anywhere I could with as much force as I could not caring what kind of damage it caused. I was just so angry, I felt several arms wrap themselves around me and pull me from the girl. I didn't hear anything clearly until the adrenaline ran out and I was out of energy in Racheal's arms. 

"Calm down. You got her." She said calmly rubbing my back soothingly. I sighed out. I felt other hands join Racheal's on my back, they were slightly larger then hers. I heard a voice next to my ear, "Are you alright?" Taylor asked me, I shivered slightly, nodding.

"Come on. Before the teacher comes back from the office." He told me, giving me his hand pulling me to my feet. "You can come too." He said looking at Racheal, she smiled and nodded, grabbing her stuff while Taylor grabbed mine. 

"I can carry my things, you know." 

"I know. Now lets go." He replies smugly, leaving the classroom with my things, which made me and Racheal chase after him, and to his car. 

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Who cares?" Asked Racheal, "We're leaving school, with a hot guy, who has a hot car." 

I giggle, "I guess you're right." 

We all hop in; Racheal in the back seat, me in the passenger and Taylor driving. It feels fun to have friends. Great ones. Troubled ones. Rebellious ones.