The bad boy fell in love with me

Chapter Fifteen

Abigail's P.O.V

I'm at home...

Watching Netflix...

Doing my homework at the same time...

And munching down Girl Scout cookies...

Trying to make myself forget about the kiss. Yes, I'm still shocked about that. I can't believe I grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him! OMG! Maybe that's the reason why he ran off, maybe I'm a bad kisser! Oh, god! I gave him my cooties! Get yourself together Abigail. I'm currently binge watching High School Musical and to be honest the kiss keeps replaying in my head over and over again. Gabriel texted me that I can't come to his house because something came up, I messed everything up! 

"Abigail- Woah! What the fuck happened here?", asked Bailey, as he walked into my room and shutting the door behind him. I looked at him behind my computer and rolled my eyes. "Hm, the kiss really affected you that badly?", he laughed, I grabbed the empty Girl Scout cookie box and whacked him on the head. "No, it's just after the kiss... He ran off to who knows where for God's sakes! I think he hated it!", I whined shoving a handful of mini cookies in my mouth. "Stop being so overdramatic for fuck's sakes! For whatever reason to why he ran off like that, don't worry about it too much. Maybe he was just too overwhelmed by the feeling or he just needed air because of how hot his cheeks turned!", said Bailey, stealing the box of cookies I was holding and placing it behind him on my bed. "Gosh, I am overreacting and dramatic!", I laughed, while he just smiled at me. 

"Sometimes... Boys can really be confusing, especially myself! But I'm just telling you that whatever they're saying or doing may make you confuse... Just don't think about it too much! That's how you get your heart broken, understand?", he said, squeezing my hand. "How do you know so many things?", I asked, staring at him in awe. "Honestly don't know!", he laughed, but I noticed his eyes held so many things that he isn't telling me. Did he get his heartbroken once? Thought too much of that person and got lead to a trap? Whatever it is, I want to comfort him. I closed my computer and placed it on my desk and took his hands in mine. "Bailey... What's wrong?", I asked and gave him a sympathetic smile. 

Tears came down his face and the most dreadful thing he's ever said broke my heart. 

"My parents found out I was gay and they called me up, telling me they're putting me in for adoption! Nobody loves me, Abigail!", he cried, tears blurred my vision. How could they do this to him? Especially his parents. I placed his head on the crook of my neck and laid my head on his, crying with him. Silence filled the room, but it didn't matter because of silence everything that was left unsaid didn't matter. "Dad and I love you! Don't say that!", I whispered, trying to hide my sobs from him so I could be stronger for him. "I tried to call my siblings but they aren't answering any of my calls, my cousins don't talk to me anymore... I think everyone knows in my family!", he cried, wrapping his arms around my waist. 

We just sat there in silence, sobbing and looking like zombies, our eyes were bloodshot red. Dad wasn't coming home until 11 pm, so he wouldn't be able to see us in our sobbing states. "You wanna eat cookies?", I asked, offering him my Girl Scout cookies, I'm surprised I've still kept the Girl Scout cookies they don't seem to expire until next year. He laughed and grabbed a cookie. "You're so adorable! No wonder why they both like you!", he said, suddenly his eyes went wide and shoved the cookie in his mouth. "What?", I asked, completely confused. "Nothing!", he said, cookie crumbs flying on my face. But it came like Fothing! 

I laughed and shook my head in disapproval, just then my phone interrupted the moment. I groaned as I picked it up from my desk on top of my homework. "Hello?", I asked, confusion clear in my voice. "Hey, Abby potato!", said a certain someone, but the nickname was obvious. "Oh, hey 'My' prince charming! How was your day?", I asked, laughing. There was a pause on the other side of the phone. "Can you open your window? It's spitting rain out here and I'm freezing!", he said. He sounded drunk and immediately I opened the window, where he was, Gabriel Henderson was outside my window. "Are you drunk?", I asked, my voice panicked as Bailey helped me place him on the bed. "Ha! You guessed right, babe!", he slurred, his clothes were slightly soaked from the rain.