GABRIEL. (UNDER CRITICAL EDITING)

Chapter 4 (pt. 2)

sorry for the late update, guys. I had really bad writer's block. PS: this chapter is probably going to be shit so sorry in advance.
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(Continuing from where we left off at the end of part 1.)

"Bad hair day, huh?" I turn around to meet the face that owns the voice. Reginald's standing behind me smiling that bright smile of his. I smile and roll my eyes.

"Shut up, jackass." He dramatically places his hand over his heart.

"Damn, Mama. That hurt," he laughs. I smile at him and nod my head toward his seat on the other side of the class.

"Don't you think you should be taking your seat now?" I ask him. He looks over at the seat, then to the teacher standing over by her desk before turning back to me.

"Why? You don't wanna talk to me?" He sticks out his bottom lip.

"I just think that you should sit down before the teacher comes over here like she did last time. I'm not trying to get in trouble because of you, Reginald." I wave him off and he drops his head.

"Can you call me Reggie?" He asks.

"I hate nicknames, I told you that," I reply. He bites his lip as if he's thinking about something.

"Do you let people call you nicknames?" I nod my head.

"Well, yea," I tell him. He gives me a toothy grin.

"Alright then, Mama," he says, turning to walk off.

Is Mama supposed to be my new nickname or something?

I watch his as he walks off, his back muscles retracting under his gray football jersey. His thighs swollen and his slight bow legged-ness; this boy couldn't be any more perfect.
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That dreadful class is finally over and I can go to my locker and get my things. Just as I'm about to open the steel door, someone taps my shoulder.

"Yes?" I ask, turning around.

"So, you're for real about no date?" Reginald asks. I sigh and nod my head, not wanting to turn him down.

"Yes, I'm sure." I slam my locker shut and begin to walk off, but he grabs my arm. "Reginald, I have to catch my bus."

"I know, Mama. But can you at least give me a reason as to why you won't go out on this date with me?" I look down at my feet and bite my lip, trying to come up with the best excuse that I can conjure up. I look up at him, then I look behind him at a lesbian couple walking down the hall holding hands.

"I'm gay," I say. His eyes widen, then he gives me a small smirk.

"That's bullshit," he laughs. I scoff and fold my arms.

"Is not! You don't know me!" He calms himself from his fit of laughter and shakes his head.

"I know you enough to know that you aren't a lesbian." He looks to his side at the couple that is now passing us and raises his eyebrows. "Great inspiration for your lie, though." I laugh and roll my eyes.

Damn you, passing lesbian couple.

"Fine, I'm not a lesbian," I mumble. He chuckles and rubs his chin.

"Can I get an accurate answer to that question now?" I sigh yet again. I've never had to do this before, blow a guy off I mean. I've never had to reject anyone, and his determination is making this even harder on me.

"I-I can't." I shrug my shoulders and look him into his eyes. They're so beautiful in all their deep dark brown-ness.

"Why, Gabriel?" My shoulders hunch over when he says this. He sounds so genuine. I squeeze my eyes shut before immediately popping them back open and grabbing his wrist. It holds a stunning diamond encrusted Rolex but I pay no attention to it. I check the time and it's after 2:20; the busses leave the school at 2:25.