Stranded Together

Chapter 20

🔵Gabe's POV🔵

I hit resend on my message a few more times, hoping I'd find some kind of signal. When I receive yet another notification telling me that my message failed to send my grip tights around the stupid device.

I let out a breath as I scroll up in our group chat. I tap on the image Travis sent earlier and stare at the picture of Blake on my screen.

My thumb hovers over the little trash can icon in the corner as I continue to stare at the image.

"Oh Blake, you certainly look lovely tonight." I snap my head up, scared that I've been caught staring at the picture.

I feel my eyes widen when they land on her.

"Thanks Liv." She looks down hiding a blush. She nervously pulls down her black crop top, but I can still see her stomach and belly button.

Ok. What the hell is she wearing?

"Finally!! Let's go!" Shawn chimes eagerly.

"Yeah I'm hungry." Dad agrees as he followed Shawn through the double doors leading to the food.

"Pretty sure I saw someone with pulled pork." I hear dad mumble to Shawn as they walk off.

I watch as Blake follows Mum and Lori with my mouth still hanging open.

Why is everyone so cool about this?

This the most skin I've ever seen on her.

Ok that's a lie, we actually used to bath together when we were little so I've seen her naked.

Ew, fuck off brain.

But you know what I mean.

Blake is actually wearing short shorts.

And a crop to for crying out loud.

What the fuck is this alternate universe?

"You've um, got a bit of drool." Darcy says bringing me back to reality. "Right there." She smirks as she points to the corner of her mouth.

I snap my mouth shut and glare at her and Alyssa who are laughing their heads off.

"Shut the fuck up." I mumbled as they high five each other. I enter the buffet hall by myself. I pocketed my phone as I look over the tables trying to find the others.

There's people everywhere running around, going to and from the smorgasbord.

I run a hand through my blonde quiff before I spot the long rectangular table Mum, Lori and Blake are sitting at.

I decide to grab a plate of food before making my way over. I stack my plate with various foods from different cuisines. When I'm satisfied with the mound on my plate I make my way over to the table.

I pull out a chair and deliberately sit directly opposite Blake. She's typing away on her phone as I dig into my slop.

I can't help but stare. I'm still a little shocked. I mean, she actually looks like a girl and it's making me a little uneasy.

I don't know this person.

I know the geeky tomboy. The modest, figureless girl that wore unflattering baggy shirts. The girl that doesn't give two shits about hair or make up or fancy shoes.

"Quit it." Blake snaps at me as she slams her phone down on to the table. I must look like a deer caught in headlights. "Stop looking at me fucking weirdo." She adds.