The Price of Gold | Fortune's Fool #1

28 | on cloud nine

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♥ gabriel ♥

I WAS BUZZING. It felt as if I was floating on cloud nine in a place of zero gravity and it might have had something to do with the pot brownies I had been eating throughout Sociology. Actually, I was on cloud ten.

Why did people call it cloud nine, anyway? Surely, it should be cloud ten.

You know. Just feels more whole.

And complete.

Whilst a series of exceptionally sexy number tens bobbed around in my mind, an actual ten out of ten walked passed me in the corridor. My adam's apple bobbed sexily and judging by the sparking flame in the girl's eyes, she'd definitely seen it. I couldn't help it and found myself giving her an adorable toothy grin.

What the fuck are you doing, Gabe? Cute was certianly not the look I was going for. I snorted under my breath and attempted to force a straight face to try and claw back the seductive heart breaker image.

Despite my attempts, a smile automatically pulled at my full lips and I found myself holding back a series of giggles.

Okie dokie, let's try that again.

This time I was more successful at holding a neutral face as I walked along the hall towards the dining hall yet my twinkling grey eyes still gave away that I was actually high as hell.

Huh, that's funny because surely hell isn't high. It would be low. Hmm, but then again 'high as heaven' just seems morally wrong-

I shook my head still hiding a smile, running a strong arm through my walnut hair that was wavier than usual today. It sat in curls on the top of my head, a couple waves falling onto my honey skin.

Bro, get your shit together. Focus, Gabe. Dining hall. Walk.

Recently, I had noticed that people had begun treating me the same as the elites at Forteaux. Crowds parted for me and people erupted into admirable whispers. A couple meters away I could see the crown parting for somebody else. Assuming it would be one of them, I sped up and took bigger steps to catch up with them.

I let out a chuckle when I saw it was non other than Logan Douchebag Thornton. I hadn't spoken to him since he'd decided to threaten me in the library. He didn't have the guts to come and talk to me in person and instead used a scrappy piece of paper to blackmail me using my Nanna.

Talk about being spineless.

A sour smile played at my lips as I agreed that it was time to greet Mr Thornton. "Hey, dude," I said, placing a hand on his grey suit. I gave it a good painful little squeeze just for the sake of it. The prick winced as his head moved towards his shoulders, instinctively making his neck disappear.

His head turned in my direction, his dirt brown eyes landing on my slate ones. He frowned in disdain as I put my arm around his shoulder and thre my head back to laugh. The space dividing us and the rest of the pupils got bigger as they listened in.

Oh. I didn't know they were friends.

Yeah, I know right. I thought Louisa cheated on Logan with Gabriel. Surely, they'd hate each other?

Well maybe she didn't. I told you it was all just a rumor. Louisa and Logan are probably still together.

That would make sense.

Yeah, that would mean Logan and Gabriel don't have any reason to hate each other.

Logan could definately hear everyone's converstaions too. "Stop touching me. We're not friends," he hissed whilst snarling. His eyes dated to the two girls who were discussing their theories loudly. "And I don't want people thinking we are."