A Little Too Creepy

Who: Gabe and Jules
Where: Jules' House
When: Evening

With hockey practice over, Gabe ran home and showered, then was out the door again as soon as he was dressed. He promised his mom he wouldn't be late and was pleased when she offered him the car, a far better alternative to walking all over town, especially with the cool nights. It wasn't all that difficult to remember the way to Jules' house, seeing as how she'd let him drive there on his last visit, but Gabe took it slow, trying to decide what to say. This seemed to be a good day for settings things straight, and if he could talk to Chrissy, this should be a piece of cake.

Parking the car out front, Gabe walked up the front walk, looking up and down the street. He wondered how many people had seen him the last time he was there, how it had looked. Any crazy assumptions they might have made might have actually been right, and Gabe sighed. What the hell had he been thinking? Knocking on the door, he stood back and waited for Jules to answer.

Jules hadn't been home long herself and was just pulling her shirt over her head after taking a shower. She'd spent a while over at Sasha's and figured maybe the guy was coming over earlier than she thought to watch over the house. But why was he knocking...? Weird. She grabbed a towel and headed down the stairs in a pair of jeans and a low cut sweater, drying her hair as she went. She unlocked and pulled the door open and assuming it was Sasha, scolded him. "I give you a key, Sasha and you just lose..." she paused when she saw the boy standing there where she'd expected someone else. "Gabe?" she said, raising a brow, but stepping aside to let him in.

"Handing out keys?" he asked with a small bemused smile. He'd have made a comment about who she was giving them out to, but Sasha sounded like a girl, so it didn't appear quite so scandalous. "You busy?" he asked, noting the wet hair. The revealing clothing didn't bother him all that much. He'd seen her in far, far less.

She let out a short laugh and shook her head. "No, I'm not handing out keys. He's my house-sitter." she told the teenager, letting him enter the house. "And no, not busy. I've got a plane to catch tonight, I just wanted to be showered and shaved and all that good stuff beforehand." She looked over the boy for a second, eyebrow still raised. "Didn't expect to see your face grace my doorstep."

Oh, so Sasha was a guy. Gabe had a hard time believing he was just a house-sitter, but maybe his rendezvous with Jules had been a one time thing for her too. "I probably should have called," he said, "but I thought I'd say hi. Since, you know, you're sending people to find me at school and pass along messages." He wondered if she knew how weird that had been, having Breezy approach him with a 'hello' from her. Course, it did make him aware that he should contact her, even if a phone call would have sufficed.

"No, it's okay. I probably should have called you, but I didn't really know what to say..." she admitted. "And I couldn't just come by because I had the feeling I'd end up running into your mother and that would have been really awkward. 'Hi, can I borrow your son for a minute? I'd like to apologize for ruining our sexcapades with a gun' just didn't seem to sound like the best thing ya know?" She shrugged and walked over to the piano, sitting down on the bench and crossing her legs, continuing to towel dry her hair. "So, when I met Breezy and she said she was going to the school and what not, I thought the best way to get you to remember me, was to get her to go to you and say hello for me."

"I meant to call sooner. There's just been a lot going on," he explained. For one, he was glad she hadn't stopped by his house and said that. He had the feeling his mom knew he was sexually active, but to shove it in her face might be a bit of a bad idea. His mother wasn't an idiot, but that didn't mean she approved. Then there was the issue with Chrissy, and things had just gotten too crazy for him to pick up the phone. It was a sad fact, but that was truly the case, at least for him. "Thanks for not laying that out to my mom. If she thought I was picking up the funeral parlor patrons, I'd be out of a job. How've you been?" he asked, shutting the door as she continued to dry her hair.

"I wouldn't have really said that to your mother. I have a bit more brains than that, gorgeous. You don't give me enough credit." she said, tossing the towel onto the bench on one side of her and shrugging as she ran her fingers through her slightly tangled hair. "I've been okay. A little confused, psychotic shadows and all, ya know. Which brings me to the reason I really wanted to talk to you. I wanted to apologize. For the gun thing. I know I probably looked like some crazy whore or something, but I was freaked out and I really thought you'd seen it in your sifting for... stuff, ya know? So, for what it's worth, I'm sorry that I went all gunslinger on you." She owed him that much. They'd had a good time up until she went all Rambo and yanked a gun from the bedside table.

Crazy whore had been pretty fitting and almost exactly what Gabe had called her afterwards. Even with the apology, he was still a bit spooked, mainly because it had happened and he didn't know why. At least he understood the Chrissy fuck-up. "Thanks," he said, slowly walking in and taking a seat beside her on the piano bench. "So... Really-- Why do you keep a gun in the bedside drawer? I know you said home security, but wouldn't an alarm or something make more sense? Plus, that's how people get shot." He was evidence of that fact, whether she liked it or not.

"I'm from California. Criminals are smart out in Beverly and can get past the alarm system. So I had a gun back there and I just happened to bring it with me and hadn't gotten it into the safety deposit box. That's why. I'm not a gun toting skank normally." She tossed him a smile. "Gun's in the deposit box now, you don't have to worry about me shooting you. But yeah... what about you? How've you been since the shadowy mess?"

He wished she'd stop referring to the shadows. Gabe preferred to forget about that mess, since it only made his life seem all the more surreal. "I guess I didn't realize you were that kind of girl," he said, purposefully not going into what kind of girl might carry a gun. He honestly didn't know. Even if he'd grown up in Jersey, he'd barely been more than a kid when he left to come to Marquette. "Just some high school drama going on. Life's kinda shitty at the moment. Hockey's pretty good, though. I'm looking forward to snow."

"Which high school drama would that be?" she questioned. "Too many girls and unsure of what to do with them?" she teased. "I'm not sure how I'm going to deal with the snow once it comes. I'll have to locate someone to keep me warm. Being a hot-blooded Californian I can't handle all that freezing weather."

"Not exactly," Gabe said, only half smiling. He was pretty sure what he was going through would be considered drama even if he wasn't in high school. Part of him wanted to talk to her about it, but they weren't all that close, even considering what they'd done together. The last thing he wanted was for her to blab to Breezy. "You could always light a fire in the fireplace," he said. "Or turn up the heat. I'm sure you'll figure it out. You seem resourceful."

She chuckled and shrugged. "I'm sure I will. Since my bed has been decidedly empty since you. Maybe you've spread the word around that I'm fucking psychotic?" she questioned. She'd not met anyone that came close to being in her bed. Well... except Sasha who had been in her bed, but that was different because they didn't do anything and he was... well gay. "But if not girls throwing themselves at you, then what's the drama, love?"

"I haven't been spreading your name around," he said with a little laugh. He was pretty sure the only people that knew her name were Claire and Kyle, and neither were the gossip spreading type. "It's more like..." he started, then shut his mouth for a moment, watching her. "How do I know you're not gonna go tell Breezy, or someone else I go to school with? It's bad enough as it is." He couldn't help the mild paranoia, not at this point. It felt a bit too much like the world was working against him.

"I'm not going to tell anyone." she said. "For one I'm hopping on a plane in a few hours to go halfway across the country. Not like I'll have the chance to. And for two, I'm not one to spread your business around. If you ask me to keep my mouth shut, I will..." She'd hinted to Breezy about her and Gabe's relationship, but she figured the girl would assume that anyhow, just by her knowing the boy at all. She highly doubted she'd go around blabbing that they'd had sex. And even if she did, it wouldn't really look bad on the boy regardless. He'd just have slept with an older woman. Hell, it might boost his popularity a bit. "So... lips sealed." she said, pretending to lock her lips. "Spill."

Gabe leaned against the piano and ran his fingers through his hair. It was becoming a nervous habit and he needed a haircut. He tugged at his hair nervously. "I got drunk last weekend and slept with my ex the night before homecoming. She decided to tell me we didn't use protection at the dance. Then there was the rumor that I was dating my date to the dance, which wasn't true, but I wanted it to be. And then I was accused of beating her. My ex. Today she told me she'd help dispel the rumors about me beating her, if I'll make up a rumor to help remove the one where I got her pregnant." Gabe paused, then sighed. "I think that's it."

Jules listened to him as he spoke, blinking slightly as she took in each new thing that he said. When he was finished she waited a long time before she said anything. "Okay... let me get this straight... You got drunk and had sex with your ex... forgetting a condom. Then at the dance the next day she's like 'oh btw we didn't use a condom'... then everyone things you beat her? How'd that happen? Did you beat her?" she questioned, though she didn't let him answer, rattling off the rest to make sure she understood everything. "Then she told you she'd tell everyone it was a lie if you'd make up some bullshit about whoever else to take the focus off of her? All on top of you liking someone else.. who doesn't like you like that?" She blinked and shook her head, holding out her hand to him. "Congratulations, I don't even need to watch my soap operas. I can just talk to you. Want a drink?" she questioned. "I think you need it." She felt pretty bad for the guy. Sounded like the last week had been more than eventful.

Even if all she'd done was rattle it back at him, Gabe could feel his shoulders tense up as his mind drifted towards panic mode. He had to get some of this taken care of. He had to know Chrissy wasn't pregnant. That alone would help calm him down. "If that's okay," he said, taking a deep breath. "And, no, I didn't beat her. But I did lose my temper when she threatened to have a kid just to spite me. I kind of... grabbed her arm. The girl must bruise like a peach." He hadn't realized he'd grabbed her that hard, and that fact still bothered him, but it didn't warrant the rumors that followed.

She stood from the bench and moved towards the kitchen. "Well you're a little unsure of your strength then, dollface." she said with a smile. "I was sore for two days after you. But that was a little different than a simple arm grab." She grabbed a bottle of vodka and a shot glass, tucking the bottle under her arm and grabbing a can of coke. She headed back into the livingroom and handed him the soda. "You want a shot? That's all I'm offering. Can't contribute to your deliquencies any more than that." she offered a smile and set the bottle and shot glass on the bench beside him. "So... how old's the ex?" she asked. "And is she wanting to keep the baby.. if there is one?"

"I hope that was a good kind of sore," he said as she wandered out of the room. It'd been good sex, but it'd also gone on for a good half of the night. If she hadn't been sore, he would have been surprised. "A shot's fine, though I'm surprised you're worried about underage drinking with the other debauchery you get into," he said, picking up the bottle right after she set it down. Gabe poured himself a shot, then swallowed it down, chasing after it with a sip of coke. It still burned, but it was just what he wanted. "She's sixteen. And a sophomore. And has no business having a child when her biggest concern is looking fat and not being able to fit in her cheerleading uniform. No, she's not wanting to keep it."

"And you like that type of girl?" she questioned, rolling her eyes. "She must be a fox for all that trouble. That or you were really wasted. Do you have to be wasted to fuck her?" she chuckled. "And yes, to inflate your ego further because you at least are entitled to that, it was a good kind of sore." She sat back down beside him and brushed her fingers through his hair. "You better be glad she's sixteen." she said. "She'd have to get parental consent for an abortion otherwise. Or at least that's what I'm told. Then you'd really be up shit creek without a boat or a paddle."

"Depends where you live," Gabe said, his eyes shutting as she began to run her fingers through his hair. "I'm not up to date on the abortion laws here. Never thought I'd need to be." But it was something he'd be immediately checking into if Chrissy told him it was necessary. He was still hoping and praying that wasn't the case. "But no, I don't go for that kind of girl. We broke up a year ago, and really all we have between us is really fucking good sex. At this point, though, I'd have to be wasted to fuck her. And in a really poor state of mind. Despite how it may seem, I really don't sleep with every girl I can get my hands on."

"Well, you weren't wasted when we did what we did." she said. "Does that mean you were just in the wrong state of mind?" she teased. "Oh well, at least it was decent sex. You and your teenage stamina." She wondered what the other girl looked like. Curious if this boy had a certain type of girl that he went for.

"No," Gabe said, a little bit annoyed and growing more confused. "You're not her. I wouldn't need to be drunk or in a different frame of mind to want you. See, you don't make me miserable when you're bored; that would be the difference between you and her." Plus, it had been a year and Gabe hadn't been willing to pass up the chance with Jules. She was hot and he'd been far too willing.

"Well, that's because I'm not a stupid teenage whore. A cheerleader at that." she rolled her eyes. "Let me guess she's a blonde twig too?" She could almost picture the nameless teen and she couldn't help but feel sorry for Gabe getting caught up with someone like that. "I have no reason to make you miserable," she told him. "You're far too pretty to look so upset." She brushed a hand across his cheek and gave him a smile. "So give me a smile because everything's going to be alright. Worse case scenario, she's pregnant, but she'll get an abortion and everything will be just peachy. Besides... you're a senior right? You'll put all this behind you once you get out of high school, believe me. The drama might not stop completely, but it's nowhere near the way it is for you right now."

For Gabe, an abortion wouldn't make everything just peachy. Even if it was the only solution he could accept, it wouldn't be something he could forget either. He'd never given a lot of thought on the subject, on a mother's rights versus the right to life, but when it was put in his hands, the instinct was to protect himself... even if neither choice had anything to do with him physically. It was just something he wanted to avoid. It was easier not to regret something if it never happened. "You wouldn't need a reason, if you were her," Gabe said. "Then there's this girl I like who just doesn't see me that way... and she thinks I'm an idiot for getting myself into this mess and I've gotta agree with her." He laughed softly. "I'll smile when I have something to smile about."

"Well you kinda are an idiot, love." she said, a smile playing on her full lips. "Drunk or not, condoms are your friend. But honestly, the chances of her being pregnant are slim. If it was one time... it was one time right?" she questioned. "Anyways, if it was just the one time, then everything else would come into play to. It'd depend on when she got her last period, if she was ovulating, if your little guys could even get to the egg and then if they did get there if they could actually fertilize it and if they got that far she'd still have to have the egg implant for a baby to even be born. There's a lot of stuff that decides on baby or no baby. I'm sure you're worrying about nothing." She sighed and took the bottle from him, taking a sip and then handing it back. "But if she is pregnant and she's getting an abortion, who's paying for it?" she questioned. "They aren't cheap."

"I'm not a child," he said, rolling his eyes. "I understand how it works. That doesn't make me any less concerned. I asked her to go to the doctor today so we could get an idea of what to do next. I guess I'll worry about paying for that when we get to it, if we get to it." If Gabe needed to cough up the cash, he was sure he could manage, even if he knew Chrissy had more money than him. Or, at least, that's what her wardrobe said. Gabe wasn't exactly rolling in dough, but this was the kind of thing he'd pay for if she asked.

"Well, I just thought if I said it like that then maybe it'd make you worry a little less..." she told him. "I'm trying to help here, but I don't think I'm doing a very good job." she sighed. "Look, how bout this: If you have to deal with an abortion... I'll make sure you get the money. Think of it as pain and suffering for me shooting up the house with you in it. Will that take at least that issue off your head?"

Gabe snorted. "That actually wasn't something I'd worried about until you brought it up, but thanks." There was no way he'd let Jules pay for it. That was just hedging on insane and he didn't want another person tangled up in this mess. Besides, it was for him and Chrissy to deal with. "It'd just be nice to get through a day without some crisis to deal with. My life wasn't this complicated two weeks ago, you know?"

She offered a sympathetic smile to the boy. "How bout I'm just here if you need someone to vent to?" she offered. "Everyone can use someone to get things off of their chests to. I think you need that most of all. And a word of advice," she said, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "Stick to blow jobs. You can't get someone pregnant through those." She pulled back and smirked a bit, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.

He laughed silently, a small grin curling up on his lips. "Generally, I do. And I must admit, I'm a bit more casual with those." Chrissy and Jules might've been the only girls alive that he'd slept with, but there were quite a bit more that had been involved in pretty heavy making out. Girls also seemed a lot more willing to go down on a guy than sleep with him, all due to keeping their virginity. Gabe didn't care all that much about his virginity at this point, seeing as how he'd lost it to someone he actually cared about.

"Casual, huh?" she said, her smirk still firmly in place and her face not far from his. Blue eyes flickered to his through dark lashes. "Guess you'll just have to give me a call if you ever need to get a load off... your mind... or whatever." she breathed, her voice finding that seductive little edge without even trying. She liked teasing the boy, and hey if a blow job would cheer him up, she didn't mind in the least. That was just Jules' way of thinking.

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, her intent impossible to miss by the libido of a teenage boy. Gabe took a breath, his body slightly tingling, and wondered if she'd take him up on that offer now, if he asked. With a little smirk, he licked his lips, turning a bit more to face her, the distance between them almost nothing. "I'll keep that in mind," he told her. "Right now it might just feel like... pushing fate, or something... but it's a tempting offer."

She bit her bottom lip again, knowing what she was doing. Using her facial features to drive him wild. Releasing the flesh she ran her tongue lightly across her lips. "I don't think it'd be pushing fate, gorgeous." she breathed out in a whisper. "Just an understanding between two people. One of which no longer totes a gun." She giggled lightly and her mouth twitched up into a smile. "Besides, everyone can use a little tension release every once in a while. Don't I owe you something for rocking my world...? Several times..."

God, she's a whore, Gabe thought. Not that that was deterring him all that much. It was more the thought of what Claire would think... which wasn't all that important if she didn't like him. On that note, she probably wouldn't care all that much if he was safe and... and if it wasn't Chrissy. There was still the issue of Jules being psycho, but maybe he could forgive that if he never saw the gun again. And... he was just making excuses for himself. "And you want nothing in return?" he asked, willing his body to stay calm-- an impossible task when a gorgeous woman was offering up free blowjobs. "Girls don't offer to be sexy toys just because," he pointed out. "Even under the friendly offer to help release tension."

She smiled at him, listening as he spoke. She raised a hand then and brushed her fingertips across his lips, slightly pulling his lower lip downwards just a bit. "I dunno..." she whispered, her breath warm against his face. "A smile for starters would be nice. And for you to learn that your visits don't have to be so... sporadic."

His mouth opened slightly, tongue catching her fingertip. "You're a little creepy," he told her with a small smile. "Hot, but creepy." His fingers brushed across her waist, sliding just under the hem of her shirt. "How do I know you're not tempting half the football team with the same scheme? This is far too easy," he whispered, his breath on her lips.

"I can guarantee you, dollface... you're the only teenager getting this offer. As a matter of fact, you're the only one at the moment, teenager or not, getting this offer." She titled her head slightly, moving a bit closer to him, but her lips still not touching his. "Besides... I'm not into football... hockey's my sport."

"You're still creepy," he said just before his lips pressed against hers. She was soft and warm, and a pleasant distraction from all the craziness in his life. "No sex," he said, lips barely breaking from hers. "Promise me that... cause I really can't handle it right now." Which made him feel a bit insane, but he knew he'd regret it later if he let it get that far.

"I might be creepy..." she whispered against his lips. "But you know you enjoy every inch of my creepy self." She bit his bottom lip lightly, tugging it just a bit as her eyes opened to catch his again. "And if you don't want to have sex with me..." she began. "That's fine... there are plenty of other things we can do. But in case you change your mind. I am on the pill, like a smart girl should be. And... there are always different ways of having sex." she added on, knowing he'd know what she meant. He was a bright boy, he'd catch her drift.

There was definitely something wrong with the girl; Gabe was sure of it. Unless she was looking to be a porn star in the future, he'd never met or even heard of another woman that would just offer up the things she was offering. Not in real life. Maybe that was why it was so appealing, because she was offering things that he'd never get anywhere else. "So you're creepy and kinky," Gabe grinned, kissing her again as his other hand moved to her waist as well, both inching up under her sweater-- Chrissy, Claire, and all the mess that was his life far from his mind.

She smiled against his lips and nodded a tiny little nod, slowly pulling her mouth from his. "Of course I am. Didn't the mirror give you that inkling?" she teased. "You shoulda stuck around for the handcuffs." She smiled again and pressed her lips to his once more, parting them over his bottom lip and sucking lightly at the flesh. He tasted amazing and it was driving her mad. She'd not been touched since the last time they were together, and the boy had forgotten nothing. He knew just how to touch her. And that smile. God how she adored that smile. Her own fingers mimicked the movements of his, sliding down his chest and finding the hem of his shirt, dipping beneath the fabric and brushing across his skin. "Mmm." she breathed out against his mouth.

Gabe's heart sped up, his fingers itching to move further, and then his brain was screaming an opposing view. There was everything he'd said, everything he'd thought, every regret over the past couple of weeks... Stop thinking with your dick for once. She was hot and offering no strings attached sex, but Gabe still wasn't sure this was what he wanted, even if he was absolutely positive he'd enjoy it. "Jules," he moaned softly, his fingers sliding back down her sides. Maybe it was the handcuffs... Gabe took a deep breath as he broke the kiss. "I can't. Not... not today."

"What is it with guys telling me no all of a sudden..." she murmured more under her breath than anything, pulling away from him slightly, eyes flickering up to his. She thought maybe she'd freaked him out with something she'd said and went back over everything. "I... I don't really have handcuffs..." she told him. That could have been it, right? He could have thought she meant to tie him down and kill him or something right? She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. She bit her bottom lip slightly and thought about what to do next. "Well... um... Can't what? Exactly?" she asked. "Is that a no to everything or just to getting naked and replaying parts of the last time?"

"I didn't come here to get it on," he told her with a little laugh. It wasn't just the handcuffs. It was... the whole thing? Maybe he was just more creeped out by a girl coming on so strongly than he thought. It was hard to put his finger on just what bothered him about the situation, except he kept going back to his dream-- she might not be alive, but he knew she'd disapprove. "Maybe next time," he said, giving her a small smile as he stood up from the piano bench. His pants were inappropriately tight now, but that would fade. It wasn't like he hadn't gotten laid lately. "Sorry..."

When he stood, his height put his crotch basically right in her face and the bulge wasn't unnoticable. She eyed his pants for a moment and then glanced upwards at the boy. Her fingertips found the waistband of his pants, and she tugged him a bit closer to her, the other hand sliding up his thigh as her eyes found his. "Your body is telling me it's regretting your decision." she teased in a whisper. "And a blowjob isn't really getting it on right?" She bit her bottom lip and continued to stare up at him. She wanted to make him break on something. She'd be damned if he didn't fall into at least that.

Gabe was torn. It would be so easy to give in. No one had to know. No one but the girl in his head, who was currently sitting in the corner and pouting, a reminder of how the other females in his life might respond. He wondered what Kyle would do in this situation-- why wasn't a phone-a-friend an option? "I've had a really bad week," Gabe reminded her, his hand coming to rest over her own at his waist. "And it's all because I couldn't keep my pants on." Lightly pulling her hand from his pants, Gabe stepped back. "I'm probably passing up the chance of a lifetime, but I really can't do this." That said, Gabe continued to move back, thinking that if he didn't get out of there now, maybe he never would.

A light smile moved over her face as she got up from the bench-seat and walked towards him. She was a tiny thing, compared to him. Compared to most anyone really. She reached for his hand and squeezed it a little. "Look, I'm going to say a few things to you and I want you to listen to me. 1. You wouldn't have had to really take your pants off... but that's besides the point. 2. I understand you've had a bad week and I know that I'm hard to refuse, unless, of course, you're gay... but that's a totally different story too." she laughed. "You've been through quite a bit this week haven't you, gorgeous?"

There was encouragement--persuasion--begging-- but Gabe was pretty sure this was pursuit. He was being pursued by a hot chick that desperately wanted to give him a blow job. And he was running the fuck away. There must be something wrong with the world. "Yes," he said with a tight nod. "I've gotta go. I'll... talk to you when you get back." Maybe. This whole experience hadn't gone quite the way he was expecting and he wasn't all that sure the next time would be better. Maybe by then he'd be willing to give in, but right now he just wasn't up for it... figuratively.

She squeezed his hand. "Hey, I was just trying to make you feel better... really." And she had been, but she'd gotten caught up in the chase with him. "If you need to talk - Just talk because we're going to be on the phone - give me a call. Contrary to popular belief I am capable of doing more than what you already know about with my mouth. I want to be your friend Gabe, and I don't want all that weirdness between us. It's high school and stupid and that's not what I'm looking for with you. If you don't want to fuck, that's fine. If you don't want to do anything else with me, that's fine. I am capable of platonic relationships." She shrugged and dropped his hand. "I come on strong, I know. I'm like liquor that'll knock your ass out if you let me." Her lips twitched up slightly into a little smirk.

"It's okay," he said, pulling his hand back once she let it go. Now he could back closer towards the door. He might have said it was okay, but somewhere in there the sexy-creepy became just plain creepy. Gabe realized that his definition of casual might also differ from hers-- he'd been dating the girls he'd fooled around with, even if the relationships hadn't lasted that long. This was just too surreal for him to keep up. "I'm... gonna go now," Gabe said, and he wasn't sure if he should wave, or what. He definitely wasn't up for giving her a hug. "Have a safe trip," he added, then headed out the door, leaving her by the piano bench. Yes, he was running, and maybe it was childish... but part of him argued that was still within his right, being in high school and all.

She waved and shrugged. Oh well, there were other high school boys, even if he'd freaked out on her. At least she hadn't pulled a gun on him. Part of her really couldn't blame the boy had the shoe been on the other foot. "Bye, Gabe." she said, snagging the towel off the bench. She had things to do, bags to pack and a flight to catch. The high school drama just wasn't her scene.