A/N: So here it is. Chapter three. Thanks for the reviews. Greatly appreciated. Now on with it…
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I laughed. She walked to me. Was this really happening? I hadn't seen this girl (well, woman) in a few years…and there she was. Standing in front of me, being "bored" again. My hands found her waist and I pulled her close. She pushed me onto the bed, and soon she was on top of me. And now, I feel like I'm sixteen again. Trying to skip some newpsie party. Any second, Marissa will walk in, find us, and then go sleep with Luke as revenge. Okay, so maybe her fucking Luke was a little far off. For some reason, I stopped Gabby. As thoughts took over, I sat there, silently. She's staring at me. She has this intense gaze that can bring a man to his damn knees.
"Another girl?" She asked. No, not really.
"No, umm, I just, I'm a little out of it, sorry. I uh…" Why am I starting to tell her this? "My dad died, if I should even call him that. I just got a lot of shit going through my head" So this was me, opening up to Gabby? Hmm…
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And there we are, an hour later, and she's stroking my hair and giving me advice. It was different, talking to her. She didn't demand it. If I didn't want to, I didn't have to. She wasn't breathing down my fucking neck waiting for an answer.
I woke up later that night to the sound of my cell phone. Gabby's asleep on my chest. I wiggle out of the lock she has me in and go to my phone. Marissa. Marissa's calling and I've convinced myself it can wait. I sigh. It really can't.
"Hello" I answer, knowing so damn well that she's been crying
"Ryan, where are you? What happened?" She's full of questions that I can't give the answers too. I'm too fucked up to have this conversation. She pleads with me. She wants an honest answer. I suppose I can at least give that.
"I, listen, I cant do this. Us. The relationship" She doesn't reply. Just simply hangs up and I know I've screwed up. Not because I didn't mean what I said, but because I hurt her…again.
I go back to bed, wishing to erase this day from my memory.
I wake the next day, noticing Gabby's gone. I pick up the note she left.
"Ryan,
Didn't want to wake to Sandy or Kirsten wondering why I was there. Last night was nice. Sorry about your dad, and Marissa. But anyway, meet me tonight at 127 Front St. 8pm. Prepare to have a little drunken fun
Gabby"
Damn, this girl knows just what I need.
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I go through the day, finally talking to Sandy. It was the usual. 'How are you kid' talk. I know he cares for me, so I listened, and replied as best I knew how.
I told him I was going to meet Marissa. I don't really know why I lied. Maybe because I didn't wanna say, 'Hey I'm Ill be home, right after I go to a fucking party with Gabby, yea, you remember her. Caleb's ex.' Not sure itd go over so well. I drove to Front Street and find a nice house. I ring the doorbell and Gabby answers. It doesn't look like a party to me. No people in the background, no music. I grin.
"A party for two?" I wonder where this woman got it. Her charm, her mind-blowing, fuckable body.
She leads me upstairs and has her way with me. And for the first time, I feel like Ryan Atwood. Not some soft defenseless little fuck. Maybe that's a bad thing, but tonight…it wasn't.