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I'm back, peeps! And for good! I don't know where I got my inspiration from, but I did! I have one more chapter of The Reviewer to publish, yes it will be the last chapter in the story, and then I will be fully focused on this story.

So anyway here is the story!

This chapter is told in Tessa's point of view.

Tessa's pov~

The party was everything that I had thought it would be. Minus the part, though, about it being in an archaic mansion- which is huge by the way. If you look at the house from the outside you would not expect a raging college party to be inside.

When you first walked in there were two grand staircases. I guess that it must have been the foyer. Both stairs were even and wooden and covered with what looked like velvety smooth carpet. That did not seem to add up to what was happening on the stairs. There were hormonal college students making out on them, on every other stair. And most looked ready to rip off each others clothes. The sweaty couples did not match the elegant staircase.

I also could have sworn I saw a couple go upstairs but it was too dark and the neon lights above kept flashing.

Straight ahead led to a set out big oak doors that somebody had left wide open. Through the doors I saw a wide open space with granite counters, a table, stove and fridge, There were other kitchen utensils, which meant that it was obviously the kitchen. To the left side of me there was a vast room with bodies gyrating to the sound of music, all holding red cups. The room looked like a living room, maybe a family room. Then to right of me was a room that had music in it but was filled with less people. Evidently the foyer must have been a walkway in between the two main rooms.

Neon lights, blue and green, flashed over my head through the darkness of the house. Loud music pounded through me and suddenly I became intimidated.

Before now my Friday nights consisted of watching Netflix or On Demand. Eating ice cream or Chinese food. I also usually sat and read my books, I even did homework. Seeing as I always have to study something. Even when me and Will used to be together I never went out. We would spend our free nights kissing, cuddling, watching movies, or reading. We even went on dates, but never to parties. And when he was in the partying mood I somehow trusted him to go to a party and not flirt with any girls. Of course Jessamine went with him and spied. Something I was not proud of.

But anyway I never went to parties. Iv'e only been to three parties in my life. One when I graduated high school, even that was chaperoned by parents with eagle eyes. Then there was the one that the book club party hosted in my freshman year of college. It was not even a real party. They played Bach and Beethoven- and drank fruit punch- and talked about the great classics. The last party that I went to was a dinner one. Hosted by my Classical Literature professor. And it was a dinner to congratulate his top students- and Will happened to be one of them.

I had almost forgotten that Gabriel was there. Therefore, he startled me when he spoke in my ear.

"Intimidated?" He asked me and a shiver ran down my spine as his lips brushed my ear. Nobody had ever down that me before, except Will.

"What-" I looked up and saw Will leaning against the staircase railing, I don't know how he got there but he did. That's when I put my own lips to Gabriel's ear and smiled. "Follow me."

I grabbed his hand and led him to the area where it was the most crowded. In an instant Gabriel put his hands on my hips and turned me around so that my back was pressed against his chest. I gasped at first but then started to dance. It was weird seeing as I never could dance, I never had rhythm. But I found it surprisingly easy to rotate my hips and swing my hands above my head. And with Gabriel maneuvering my hips, it also made my job easier.

Soon the song that we were dancing to ended and another started. Some people walked off while others stuck around and danced more. Gabriel and I decided to stay on the floor and dance more. Half into the song he turned me around and I saw non other than Will. He was dancing with Amy and they looked to close for my liking. And in a half of second they were kissing, almost like animals and they looked ready to rip each others clothes off. Annoyed I gripped Gabriel's shirt and pulled him closer to me.

I was just about to kiss him when he stopped me. I raised my eyebrow. "Is kissing going to far?"

"No," I said and then in an instant Gabriel was pressing his lips against his. It was such a powerful kiss that she nearly fell back. But Gabriel's arms were suddenly wrapped around her waist and he held her in place.

I gently laid my hands on his shoulders and lean more into the kiss. Savoring the taste of his soft lips. I never really looked at Gabriel's lips, just at his smile. I guess I should have looked at them. Because I'm pretty sure they looked as amazing as they felt.

A raging college party was not where I wanted my first kiss with Gabriel to be, but why should our kisses be special. Especially since we were just making our ex's jealous. Yet as we passionately kissed I could not help but feel something. I could not help but think that I wanted me and Gabriel's first kiss to be special.

Either way, whether secluded or not, our kiss was spectacular. It was mind blowing and unlocked a variety of feelings that I did not know were locked up. They must have been locked when me and Will broke up.

Finally we both pulled apart and laughed. We bent slightly so that our foreheads pressed together and then Gabriel's laughter turned to a smile. "Now we have to keep our foreheads together and flirt, basically."

That's exactly what I did. We pretended like what we had to say was so funny until finally we guessed that no body was watching us. I then suggested that we go and get something to drink.

The refreshments, mostly if not all were alcohol, were downstairs. At the bar. There was a bartender, or mixologist- he was mixing drinks and throwing them behind his back and stuff-, there. And lined up on all the bar stools except two were people. Flirting, talking, laughing, making out, and a couple was even arguing.

I sat down and Gabriel sat down next me. It was not like a real bar so there was no cash register and no body was paying. But Gabriel ordered drinks like he was at a bar. Two French Martinis, one with a garnish and one with out.

I smiled and sipped my drink, I nearly gagged. I don't drink, except for this one time. It was with Will and I only had one cup.

"Is this your first drink?" Gabriel asked, drinking some of his Martini.

"Um, no. Will made me one drink one time."

"Oh, what was it?"

Why did he have to ask that. Because in reality I did not know what it was.

"I actually don't remember." I laughed it off and took another sip of my drink. This time I actually got it down with out making a face. I also noticed that our drinks were in a cocktail glass. But I had saw a lot of people upstairs with red party cups.

"Well then I'll consider this your first alcoholic drink. By the way I don't drink a lot." He smiled, his dazzling smile. "Toast to your first drink!" He exclaimed and we clanked our cups together.

I beamed and drunk a lot of my drink, but it did not top Gabriel who drunk it all in one gulp.

"So how come we get cocktail glasses, but the people upstairs have red cups?" I asked, evidently still stuck on the subject.

"Well look around, Tessa. Do you see many people?" I looked around and saw that indeed there weren't a lot of people. Most people were on the bar stools. "This is what you would call the V.I.P section.I know the host of this party. Did you see the burly men standing at the top of the stairs? If they don't recognize your face then you don't come in." I had actually saw the guys but they did not look out of the ordinary.

"Oh, so we drink French Martinis, while the people upstairs drink beer?" I asked.

"Basically, but I mean if you pay you can come down here, if you were not previously invited." He shrugged and asked for another drink.

I finished my drink and asked for another one promising myself that this was my last one.

"Random question number one; What sort of vacation places do you like?"

I laughed at the attempt he was giving. I decided that what ever questions he was going to ask me were going to be friendly ones. This was not a date.

"I really want to go to Hawaii or the Florida Keys. So I guess I like tropical places. How about you?"

"I prefer to sit on the beach and listen to the waves, so any place with a beach and blue water is fine with me." Gabriel smiled and I smiled. For a second we were just looking at one another.

Until I said,"I guess your going to have to take me to an island one day."

"I would not mind that." I blushed and moved on to my question. "Random question number two; are you a dog or cat person?"

He stroked his chin like he was thinking hard. "Um, I would have to say dog person. Maybe it's because cats scare me."

I laughed, "Cats scare you, how do they scare you?"

"My dad used to tell me that cats were small demons in disguise. I later discovered that my dad was actually allergic to cats. So he hated them. However, I still do think cats are evil."

I laughed, genuinely finding this funny. I was about to say something back when Gabriel's phone rang. He answered it and after a few seconds, stood up.

"It's Gideon he needs me, stay here and I'll be right back."

"Is everything OK?" I asked, standing up too.

"Yeah, just stay here, he just needs me to carry something into the house." And then he did the most unexpected thing. He kissed me. Right on the lips again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him harder. Not knowing what else to do exactly, and because I wanted to kiss him. But he pulled away, flushed. "I'll be back."

And then he turned and left, leaving me alone. Two minutes later, though I was not alone. Someone slid in beside me.

Almost automatically I knew who it was. Just by the amazing citrus scent of him. We had taken a shower together once and I remember him washing with a citrus type body wash and it smelled fantastic- I washed with Dove soap.

"Gabriel, eh?" He waved the bartender over toward us. Before I could speak Will said, "Two Caribbean Blues."

I looked at him and remembered the first time I ever drank alcohol. Will had made it for me and it was called a Caribbean Blue. Exactly what he had just ordered. And I remember telling Will that he should be a mixologist, because the drink consisted of a lot of different types of alcohol. And he seemed to mix them like a professional.

"Remember when I made this for you?" The drinks were done and Will pushed one glass toward me.

"I see you've hopped from Miranda to Amy now." Why was I being a bitch? I didn't even know.

"And I see you went from me to Gabriel. I have to say, a big step down." He sipped his drink.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. I turned toward Will and realized suddenly that my knees were in between his legs. "Gabriel's a great person. But you jump to conclusions to much, Will. That's the problem." I said and I took a sip of the drink. Evidently letting my guard down.

"That's my problem? Tessa you broke up with me because of that. You thought I was going to run off with some other girl or something. You jumped and way to far. Stop being a damn hypocrite!" Will exclaimed, flustered.

"I'm the hypocrite?" I asked, anger coming out of nowhere.

"Yes, Tessa. And your being irrational. That was your problem, you know. You were always irrational." Will leaned closer to me and fury shined bright in his eyes.

"I cannot believe you right now! Why don't we both just start spitting out what annoyed us about each other. Huh?" And then, like spit up, words flowed out of me. "When we slept together you rarely let me be on top, you always thought you knew more about books than I did, you-" I stopped and saw Gabriel coming down the steps. He had his head down. Obviously he did not hear me and Will's conversation.

I got up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He smiled and kissed me. Guiltily, I hoped Will saw. After, he pulled away I said, "Hey, babe, I know we just got here but why don't you and I get out of here. Back to your place?" I tried to sound as seductive as I could. One grunt from Will told me I succeeded.

Gabriel nodded. "I got these new silk sheets. You know since we ruined my other ones."

I heard Will say, "unbelievable."I blushed and slipped my hand into his. He turned around and led me up the stairs.

Gabriel wasn't feeling the party anymore than I was. And we also did not feel like splitting ways. Therefore, he suggested that he take me to this small restaurant not far from the university.

It was called Millers Paradise. The restaurant was small and wedge between a hardware store and bakery. After one step in the place I immediately smelled the delicious aroma of fried foods, grilled meat, cooked vegetables and fruit. It was set up like a diner, although it wasn't. There were booths along the windows and then chairs and round tables set up in the middle of the restaurant. There was counter with bar stools, like the V.I.P section of the party. Behind the counter were two doors where people came out and went in. When the doors opened I saw a big kitchen. This was definitely my paradise.

After we got seated a waiter came to take our orders. She was short, middle aged, and had a short temper. It was 10:00 at night. Evidently this woman worked all day. And the thickness of her Cockney accent made it hard for me to understand. So she always snapped at me when I asked her to repeat something. However, finally went back to kitchen with me and Gabriel's order. I order a lemonade, a plate of fries and a burger. Gabriel ordered stuffed shells and a Pepsi.

"So, what are you majoring in?" Gabriel asked me.

"Classical Literature. I know boring, but ever since I was little my aunt insisted on me reading classical books instead of modern day ones. Apparently they recent novels rot your brain." He laughed at that and the sound warmed me. "So now I love any books from a hundred years or more ago. What about you? What do you major in?"

"Psychology. My dad is a Clinical Psychologist. His office was in our house. Therefore, I would always see people leaving out. You know with mental issues and thing like that. I asked him one day about them and he told me he helped them. And I don't know. I just wanted to help people. But I realized not with health issues. Which led me to the career of being a Counseling Psychologist. You know the people who having drinking orders or anxiety problems." He looked up at me and smiled. "Am I rambling?"

"Yes, but I don't mind. your major is cool. And I could listen to you talk all day." And I was not lying. Psychology was my second choice in majors. However, Literature was my forte. I then realized that I sounded like an imbecile. "And I could listen to you talk all day."

Before I could dawdle on what I stupidly said our drinks came and we grabbed them. As we sipped away we talked. Our conversation started off with what are majors were and then drifted off into what we really planned to do with our lives. Whether we were going to have children, get married, be single, etc. And then that conversation drifted off to other unimportant things. Soon our food came and we became more and more silent. But it was a comfortable silence.

For some reason, to me, that silence seemed like a sign. A sign about me and Gabriel's future. Together. And so far it was positive.

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Now I am going to go crawl back into my hole.

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