outside | the weeknd

nine

Abel

Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, while leaning back comfortably against my seat, I keep my eyes focused on the road as I drive along the quiet streets.

Annoyingly, I can't take my mind off Gigi and what happened the other night.

I hate that I actually like a girl. A girl who happens to be my friend's sister.

I'm a sick guy.

Sighing heavily, I turn the corner and frown when I notice a familiar someone walking along the streets.

She looks like she's been crying and she walks a little weirdly, clearly indicating that she's been drinking.

A couple of guys look at her and I quickly pull up and get out the car. "Gigi!" I shout.

She turns to look at me, knitting her eyebrows together and squinting as she tries to make out who I am.

Gigi rolls her eyes before starting to walk away in the opposite direction.

Getting out the car, I jog up to her and grab her by the sleeve, practically dragging her back to my car.

"Let go of me!" Gigi yells, trying to push me away from her.

I can smell the stench of alcohol on her as she moves around aggressively, attempting to get away from me.

"Abel!" Gigi shouts, causing a couple of heads to turn our way. "Let me go!"

I grip onto her arm even more and open the passenger door. "You really think I'm going to let you walk around the streets in this state?" I ask with a dark chuckle before shoving her into the car. I slam the door shut before walking over to the driver's seat and getting in.

"Why the hell do you care?" Gigi mumbles, fingers gripping around the bottle of alcohol in her hands.

My eyes land on it and I quickly lean over and grab it from her before throwing it out the window. The glass bottle falls to the floor, smashing into pieces.

"I think we both know the answer to that," I mutter before starting the engine.

Gigi laughs to herself. "Right," she says with a roll of her eyes. "I forgot about your little crush. Sad, since I can't say the same about you." She turns to look out the window.

"You will," I say confidently. "Soin enough."

"Mmm, yeah," Gigi says, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. Her eyes fly open again when I start driving towards her house. "No, wait!" she protests in a panicked voice. "I don't want to go home. I don't want my parents seeing me like this."

I sigh heavily, drumming my fingers against the wheel. "Then, where do you want to go?" I question, starting to drive slowly, so that she can make a decision.

Gigi bites her lip and sniffs loudly. "Can you just drive around or something?" she asks, turning to face me.

I notice that there's tears in her eyes and a mixture of anger and sadness fills me, wanting to know desperately what or who has gotten her into this state.

I nod silently and turn my attention back to the road, continuing to drive.

"My head is throbbing," Gigi groans.

I chuckle. "Maybe you shouldn't have gotten drunk," I say and Gigi just mumbles something under her breath. "Why were you drinking?"

Pulling up at some random dark street, I turn to look at Gigi briefly to find that she's playing with a length of hair. "That's none of your business, Abel," she says quietly.

"Fine, maybe I should just take you home, then," I tell her and she rolls her eyes.

Gigi sighs, keeping her eyes trained on the outside world. "Me and my boyfriend broke up," she tells me in a small voice.

"Oh," I reply. "Why?"

Gigi laughs darkly to herself. "Long story short, he wanted to have sex, but I didn't," she tells me. "Fuck! Why did I tell you that?" She slaps her head and then groans in pain.

My hands grip the steering wheel tightly, causing my knuckles to turn white.

I grit my teeth. "He didn't force himself on you, did he?" I ask, feeling my breathing starting to go heavy from the anger.

"Kinda," Gigi answers and my hands grip the steering wheel even more. I think I'm losing complete blood circulation in my hands. "But I managed to kick him in the balls, so . . ." She chuckles sadly and starts shivering.

Shrugging off my jacket, I place it gently on her shoulders and she thanks me, looking up at me with her big, brown eyes.

I can't help but brush my fingers against her cold cheek, wanting to feel how soft her skin is.

Gigi freezes in her place, looking from my eyes to my lips. Her body starts shivering again from the cold and she pulls my jacket around her body even more.

My fingers continue stroking her cheek and they move up to push her straight, dark hair away from her face.

"You're so beautiful," I murmur, thinking my thoughts out aloud.

A blush creeps up Gigi's cheeks and her lips part slightly. She leans in closer to me and just as her lips are about to meet mine, I pull away from her. Gigi moves back, frowning at me.

"You're drunk," I say, my hand dropping from her cheek and to her thigh. "You don't know what you're doing."

Gigi smiles and shakes her head. "I'm not that drunk, Abel," she tells me. "I know exactly what I'm doing. And the truth is, I'm done pretending that I don't like you."

I'm thrown completely off guard when Gigi grabs my face and crashes her lips against mine.