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Gabriel was sitting at the back of the lunchroom at his usual table. Like usual, the lunch his mother had packed him remained untouched while he focussed on the current book he was reading. He wasn't at all peering over it from time to time, looking for Elle. He wasn't getting impatient waiting for her or anything.
Why would he? It wasn't like they were anything to one another. So they had fooled around a little, so she had given him a handjob, so what? It was just hormones. She was pretty, what guy his age wouldn't want to fool around with a girl who looked like her? He was only human. That's all it was. That's what he was telling himself.
Still, he found himself feeling a little excited when he thought about having another tutoring session with her in the afternoon.
Why would he? It wasn't like they were anything to one another. So they had fooled around a little, so she had given him a handjob, so what? It was just hormones. She was pretty, what guy his age wouldn't want to fool around with a girl who looked like her? He was only human. That's all it was. That's what he was telling himself.
Still, he found himself feeling a little excited when he thought about having another tutoring session with her in the afternoon.