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2. How come the only way to know how high you get me, is to see how far I fall - John Mayer
I couldn't even take a step without being overly self conscious about how I looked. I mean, who could blame me? There was a damn fine boy staying in Jackson's old room. I didn't want to appear as the complete slob I usually was, but I didn't want to seem like a try hard. Gabe was probably used to very carefree Australian girls who always knew the right things to say, instead of a stammering girl who could never get her point across.
But, why should I care what he thinks about the way I lived? Sure it's polite to be neater, cleaner for the sake of being a good hostess, but I didn't have to completely alter my ways for him. It's not like I was trying to impress him or anything.
Fine, that's a horrid lie. Although it's a hopeless case, he almost most definitely had a girlfriend in Australia. A damn lucky one in his case. She was probably nicely tanned, blonde, thick wavy hair, big blue eyes, and the perfectly toned body. Although I can't say I'm pasty white, but probably compared to his girlfriend, I'm translucent.
He mightn't have a girlfriend though. Maybe that's why he came in the first place, so he could forget about his ex. What if I turned out to just be simply a rebound?
As usual, I was over thinking everything to the point that I was making assumptions that could probably label me as a 'freak'. I won't deny that I am, but it's not the best of all compliments.
So Gabe didn't have school, obviously, but that lucky bastard. He could relax and hang around the house for the duration of the time. Although Christmas's soon, as well as New Year's. Then 3rd term would start.
The Lemming's didn't have dinner with us last night. I wasn't sure where they went, but I was definitely curious. I didn't bother to ask dad, in case I came off desperate to see Gabe.
Not that I was.
It was a Sunday, so no school for me, thank God.
Maybe I'd spend some time with Gabe.
Use his excuse of being new to show him around?
No, stupid.
Nevertheless, I stood in my walk in wardrobe, in the exact same position for half an hour, just staring at my, what seemed to be, a minute selection of clothes. So perhaps I was a little spoilt, as considered by some of my peers, but when a damsel was in distress, she was in distress.
Maybe I was overreacting, once again. I couldn't compare myself with a damsel in distress. I could compare myself with a girl in desperate need of a suitable outfit to wear. That would work.
It was a cold day out. I had to consider that firstly. Secondly, I could not just slack on some sweats, as much as I longed for the cottony softness of fluff.
Jeans... suitable.
Out of my five pairs of jeans, I chose the simplest. The one without the scruffy fashioned cuts or flaring out circles.
Skinny.
Funny how a year ago, I had sworn to my friends that I would never, ever, touch a pair of them, but now it's the only pair I'll wear.
A knock shocked me out of my dilemma. Immediately, my hands flew up to cover my chest, despite the fact I had my bra on.
"Yeah?" I called out shakily when the door didn't open.
"Are you coming with us to the mall Jas?" mum asked through the wall.
"Sure," I replied, letting out a breath of relief when it wasn't Gabe.
"Be down in 10 then."
I flipped out and thrust my legs into the jeans, desperate for a top to wear.
Anything. Seriously anything will do.
And yet, I seemed to reject every clothing in sight.
My Abercrombie jumper came to my rescue. No one could go wrong with Abercrombie and Finch.
I wore a simple black singlet under it, thinking that I wouldn't take the jumper off anyway, so it really didn't matter what was underneath.
My hair was a mess, like always. I ran a brush through it, only to be stopped by the numerous amount of knots in my hair.
"JAMIE!" Dad yelled from downstairs.
Was it not obvious that he was calling for me?
Giving up on my hair, I rushed downstairs, sliding my phone in my pocket as I left my room.
"Morning," I managed to say bashfully as the four adults, plus Gabe, watched me descend down the stairs.
"Morning Jas," Gabe grinned, and I swear my heart started doing flips.
I could see the others smile at us, almost dismissing it as young love. Love, not so much. Maybe just a crush. I couldn't deny that I had developing crush on Gabe, but who wouldn't, being the guy he was.
"C'mon, let's get it going you teenagers," Mom ushered with a teasing smile.
Gabe just let out a nervous chuckle, whereas I was pretty much burning up. My cheeks were like on fire, and I was thankful that I didn't have time to tie my hair up. I let the dark curtain fall between us, glancing at Gabe through the gaps.
The drive was pretty much silent. It felt silent to me, and yet, the chattery voices of Jamie, Val, and Dad, didn't seem to stop. Mom would contribute now and then, but she would just listen to what they were saying. I didn't bother to listen, knowing that I wouldn't understand a single word.
I sat at the very back with Gabe. It was supposed to be an eight seater car, but each couple sat in a row.
Couple.
My phone vibrated, saving me from the awkward silence in the back row. I fished it out of my pocket and read through the text.
Hey Jas, busy today? Couple of us were just gonna hit the park - sam
How I wish I could join them...
Going to the mall with guests... sorry, next time then? jas
The hot guy from 3 years ago?! Bet he's delicious now ;) sam
Eww, sam! Get it out of your mind. He's my dad's friend's son! jas
That's a problem because... ? samilicious
Whatever, go find Wyatt to eat ;) jas
Nice try... So when am I meeting this guest? sam
Have fuuuuuun, don't do anything I wouldn't do!! -jas :D
I shut the phone in a rush, fearing that Gabe might've caught even a letter I'd typed.
He was smiling.
That's a bad sign.
My phone buzzed again, but I just ignored it, knowing it would be Sam pestering me to meet Gabe.
Damn it.
Now I was never going to get that image out of my mind.
Gabe, shirtless.
I seriously lost it. My mind was going crazy.
It was an accident, I swear. The curtains moved, just slightly, revealing his perfectly tanned body, hard six pack abs.
I turned away as soon as I swear, my face probably as red as tomato. Honestly, I couldn't help but to think of Gabe in very inappropriate ways.
It was pure lust, honestly. Any girl would die to be with him, kiss him.
There, I was going too far again.
I didn't buy anything, because the shopping trip was really only intended for the Lemmings, but mom managed to sneak in some jewelry as well.
"Jas, you sure you don't want anything?" she asked for the fiftieth time, putting another pair of earrings on the counter.
"Mmhm," I nodded, still feeling the blush on my cheeks.
"So, what do you think?" Gabe came out with the tight fitting black shirt that complimented the body I'd seen earlier nicely.
I swear my face went ten degrees hotter.
"Perfect," mom beamed.
"Gabe, I think you should lay off the black," Jamie teased, fixing his collar for him.
"Sorry, your style must've rubbed off on me," he rolled his eyes and smoothed down the shirt.
I gulped when the outline of his abs appeared where the material flattened against his stomach. I had a really bad feeling that if I'd stayed any longer I would attack him.
"Jas?"
Did he really have to ask?
He had that highly amused expression on his face that made me want to crawl in a hole and rot, slowly. I didn't deserve to have this God living in my house. I didn't even deserve to look at him.
"It looks... great." I might as well have insulted him instead and it would've come off as a better compliment.
Great? Seriously?
"Gabe, that's fabulous. You must let us get it for you," mom beamed.
Kay, maybe that was a little much for me to hear, coming from my mom, but I couldn't blame her. Even the guy behind the clothes rack was staring a little enviously at Gabe. I mean, even the old sales assistant was appreciatively checking him out.
I was actually thankful that he wasn't going to go to school with me. I couldn't imagine the swarms of girls that would surround him day after day. It would be a horror to watch. And worst of all, I'd have to watch his endless hook ups with a heavy heart.
But that wasn't going to happen.
At least the going to school part.
Well, at least I hope so...
