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“Is it just me, or is today creeping by? I can’t wait until we graduate so we can go off to college together. Oh, did you hear about the new boy? I hear he is fine as hell!” Angie says in one breath as she sits at the table.
“Girl, take a breath,” I say, laughing, pushing the tray towards her.
“Yes, it is creeping by. And what new boy?”
“I don’t know who he is. Actually, he looks like your future husband,” she says, popping a fry in her mouth.
“Like Gabriel?”
“Yep, I mean, I have only seen him in pictures, and you be stingy showing them to me even though we are best friends,” she brings up the same old argument, but I want to keep that me and Gabe have between us.
“I am not being stingy,” I say around my fry. “Don’t start this again.” We get into the same argument we love to have, and we eat, that is, until I felt hands blocking my eyes. At first, I started to cuss whoever was touching me out. I don’t cuss often, but I will if I need to. And then I felt it, I felt him, and I damn near knocked the table over, standing up to see with my eyes what my body had already confirmed.
“Gabe,’ I breathe out.
“Soul,” he smiles, pulling me into his arms.
“Gabe,theGabe?”
“Gabriel,” we both corrected her.
“Excuse me, Gabriel,” she sing-songed.
“What are you doing here?”
“That was my surprise, we moved here.”
“Here! In Willowbrook?”
“Yes, babe. Here in Willowbrook,” he says, pulling my chair out and sitting down beside me.
“Sorry, Angie, this is Gabe, I mean…”
“Gabriel,” she says with me. “I know.”
“Yes, this is my Gabe.”
“We partly moved in yesterday, but I couldn’t not come to school today and see you.” We talked, and just like on the weekends, when time flies by but creeps by any other time, lunch flew by. When lunch was over, he walked me and Angie to class seeing that we had class together.
“We definitely have to do a sleepover this weekend,” she writes on the paper to me.
“I guess so, huh? Now more than ever,” I write back. We didn’t pay any attention to whatever the teacher had to say, and before long, we were off to our other classes. When the last bell rang, I was out of the door and running into a chest. “How did you get here so fast?”
“I was called to the main office. Instead of going back to class, I came here. After all, I am a new student. It’s easy to get lost,” he says with a grin.
“Gabe, you’re here!”
“I am, and I am only a few streets over from you. I am within walking distance,”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Walk home with me?”
“Walk?”
“Yeah, with me. So we can talk, I just want to be with you.”
I nibble my lip before saying, “Okay.” Neither parent should be home, but if they ask, I will simply tell them I missed the bus. Angie bounced up to us, and we walked her to her bus, watching as they pulled off. He took my hand, and we began the almost two-mile walk home.
