The Melody Of Us

Dusk and Gabriel

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I am not sure how and why this happened, but Gabriel and I have started hanging out together.

Like, a lot.

Eep! Sounds new, doesn't it?

According to Cath, he has started to drop her off to school, which usually never happens. Apparently, he does that so that he can meet me.

I know, I know. Too much for anyone to take in. Trust me, I'd tried to slap some sense into her when she told me about this little upliftment in the plot.

Wanna know what her reaction was?

She'd laughed at me, and called me a blind kid.

"He told you about his fake relationship with Shelby. Something he didn't tell anyone. What is that supposed to mean, huh? You daft, blind kid." She'd said, hitting me on the head with the back of her book.

And in all of my awkward glory, it was so embarrassing to hear Cath say that, because a) she was completely right, and b) I was still working out on the possibilities of Gabriel trusting me than his own sister.

Trust me, all this is way too much for an eighteen year old girl. Too too much.

I think I should leave it on the fate.

Moving on...

It's Saturday evening, and I have loads of assignment copies lined up on my study table, shouting at me to solve them. I'm still confused about which chapter is presently going on in class, leave alone solve cringe-worthy assignments.

I let out an animal-like growl and bury my face inside a pillow, muttering some curse words.

After about two more rounds of this childish behavior, I get my head straight and sit down in front of the heavy pile of copies.

Sigh.

"Okay. I can do this." I mumble and open the first copy.

Trigonometry.

All of my energy drains out and I slouch back on the seat, unable to spare a glance at the horrifying sight.

To save my glory, my phone starts ringing and as soon as I see the caller ID, my heart skips a beat.

Gabriel.

I take a quick look at the time, and frown. Why is Gabriel calling me at seven in the evening?

Having no other choice, I answer his call.

"Do you have a moment? Because even if you don't, I'll make you listen to me. I don't care what you think about me. Hell, I don't care what anyone thinks about me anymore. They all fucking suck–"

"Gabriel." I cut him off, and surprisingly, he shuts up. "Are you drunk?"

"Yepp."

Great.

"Where are you right now?" I shut the copies close and stand up, pacing the room.

"Somewhere."

"Gabe, I'm being serious. Where are you?"

"I don't know. I'm in my car. There's this park in front of me. Oh, there is an ice cream parlor as well–"

"You dare not move from there. I'm coming for you."

"Touché, madame. Imma follow your orders."

"And you better not wander off to your Dreamland, Stone." I disconnect the call and grab my jacket from the closet.