outside | the weeknd

seven

Gigi

Abel pulls up outside my house. He offered to drive me home, even though I told him I could walk it.

I'm grateful for him doing this, but honestly it feels so weird and awkward, especially after he told me that he's liked me for a couple of months now.

I just find it so weird. How can he - a hot twenty-year-old like me? There's nothing special about me.

"What are you thinking about?" Abel wants to know, causing me to jump a little.

I turn to look at him, lips parted and then clear my throat. "Um, nothing!" I say quickly. I mentally slap myself at how panicked my voice sounds.

Abel squints. "You're thinking about what I said before, aren't you?" he asks, reading my thoughts.

I look at him for a long time before clearing my throat. "Thanks for the ride home," I say, starting to get out the car. Abel quickly grabs my arm and I look at him. "I should really go, Abel . . ."

"I wasn't lying about what I said before," Abel tells me, completely ignoring what I've just said.

I nod and smile weakly. "My parents are probably thinking where I am," I say, my voice coming out in a whisper.

Abel's eyes flicker from my face to window. "They're not home," he murmurs. "The light's not on."

I hiss under my breath and bite my tongue. Why the hell does he have to know that? I'm just trying to escape!

"Abel," I groan. "I should really leave." I try to open the door again but he quickly pushes the child lock button. Sighing, I turn to face him, my face twisting into a scowl. "Seriously?"

Abel smiles. "Why are you so eager to leave, baby girl?" he asks and I just roll my eyes and fold my arms across my chest.

When I feel his hand rest on my thigh, I quickly swat it away. The feeling of his hand on my thigh has made me become hot and bothered and I start shifting in my seat uncomfortably.

Abel rests his hand on my thigh again and this time, I let it stay there.

I can literally feel a heatwave rushing through my entire body and I start fanning myself, trying to cool myself down.

"Is this making you become hot and bothered?" Abel asks into my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin.

When he squeezes my thigh, an accidental moan escapes my mouth. I quickly clasp a hand over my mouth to conceal the noise, but he's already heard it. I close my eyes.

"No, don't do that," Abel murmurs, prying my hand away from my mouth. "I want to hear you moan."

My eyes fly open and I slap his hand away, angrily. "You're not after sex, huh?" I hiss, glaring at him.

"Gigi!" Abel protests, but I ignore him.

"Fuck off, Abel," I mutter under my breath. Leaning over, I press the child lock button and get out the car, slamming the door shut as hard as I can, while he tries to call out to me.

When I get into my house, I slam the door shut and go up the stairs.

I can't believe I actually believed Abel when he said he didn't just want sex from me.

I mean, he's a grown man and girls are just objects to him. He doesn't care about their feelings and what they want, he only cares about himself and his own needs.

It makes me sick.

I think back to Noah now. Is he like Abel? In some ways, he is, but not completely. Like Abel, Noah wants to sleep with me, but at least Noah's not a complete asshole like Abel.

I lie down on the bed and let out a frustrated sound and start screaming into the pillow.

I hate the fact that I let Abel know how good it felt to have his hand on my thigh.

Why the fuck did I even moan?! It's not like he was touching me in those places.

God, I'm weak as fuck.

But how come when Noah touches me like how Abel did, I don't become flustered? That makes zero sense to me.

Rolling over and facing the ceiling, I bite my lip, feeling myself becoming hot all over again by just imagining Abel's hand on my thigh.

If I was wearing shorts, that would be a thousand times worse . . . . and good. But mostly bad.

The sound of the doorbell ringing makes me jump. A shiver runs down my body.

Sighing, I turn around on my side and ignore the sound, knowing exactly who it is.

I don't want to talk to him. Why doesn't he just to back to his house where his friends are?

The ringing doesn't end and I roll my eyes and curse under my breath, stomping down the stairs.

"What the hell do you want, Abel?" I snap as I'm opening the door.

Abel pushes me into the house, closing the door behind him. He licks his lips and I feel the heat between my legs at the sight. "I'm sorry, okay?" he says softly, looking me in the eye.

I smile sweetly. "Well, I don't accept your apology, so you can get going now," I reply, pushing past him and opening the door.

Abel closes the door again and looks at me, a pissed expression across his face. "Don't be so fucking childish!" he snaps.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. "Isn't that what I am?" I shout. "A child?" Abel purses his lips and just stares at me. I sigh heavily. "Just get out, Abel. Go back to your friends."

"I don't want to do that," Abel says softly, walking towards me. "And I know you don't want me to do that, either." He pushes me lightly against the wall and I suck in my breath as he leans in closer.

"Abel," I whisper, feeling a shiver run through my body.

"Hmm?" he murmurs back, his breath hot on my ear.

"Abel," I say again, but this time it comes out as a moan when I feel him bite down on my earlobe.

After a couple of seconds, Abel pulls away and looks into my eyes with his mysterious ones. I find myself just staring back at him intensely, breathing heavily.

"You should go," I tell Abel after a long time. He just stares back at me. "Please?"

There's a flicker of hurt in Abel's eyes and I feel bad, but quickly shake it off. He starts nodding. "Okay," he says quietly.

I watch as he opens the door and closes it behind him.

I walk over to the stairs and plop down, putting my head in my hands.

What am I doing? I have a boyfriend!

But why am I enjoying this so much, even if I try to convince myself that I hate it?