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[justgabriel]

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

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[electrocutesy]

Elle was running late to lunch. It wasn't as if she needed to be there, and she wasn't rushing down the hall, her heels clipping. She wasn't wearing some new blue dress she'd worn special because Gabriel would probably get underneath it today.

She certainly wasn't imagining lying on the library floor, or Gabriel's hands sliding up her thighs to pull down the black panties she'd chosen, and she certainly hadn't spent a large portion of the night touching herself.

Oh fuck, who was she kidding anymore? She was doing and did all of the those things. Besides the rushing. She wasn't eager to just see Gabriel. There was no reason to be anxious now.

It helped, she supposed, that just last period, Kyle did tell her she looked pretty today, so that meant Gabriel might like the dress. Not that she cared. But since they were bring purely physical now, she supposed wearing things he liked would help with his hardware.

She wasn't going to think about that, though. What was she thinking about again? Kyle, right, Kyle. He'd held her after math class to show her some new computer game in the lab, and Elle had said yes, even though it would make her late. Kyle was nice. Maybe he was a little pimply, but he had a nice smile, and she thought he liked her. Kyle made her feel good about herself. She could definitely see something happening with Kyle. Romantically. What she had with Gabriel wasn't romantic.

She finally entered the cafeteria about fifteen minutes after the bell, and her stomach didn't do a weird flippy thing when she spotted Gabriel, as usual, bent over a book. Elle walked over quietly and sat down across from him, reaching over to steal a piece of his apples. "Does your mom always make you tuna?" she teased.

[justgabriel]

He shot her a glare as she stole some of his food, mostly out of reflex more than anything else. It wasn't like he was eating much of it or anything. He grabbed his bookmark, saving his place before setting his book down.

Not that he was closing it just so he could talk to her. It wasn't like she was the only female he knew or anything. Earlier today one of his acquaintances from Chess Club, Jane, asked him if he wanted to be lab partners in Chemistry. He had agreed to it. Why not? It wasn't like he and Elle had anything going on other than something completely physical and Jane was cute and smart, and didn't believe Christine's story about him being a stalker. All pluses.

He was snapped out of his thoughts at her question and nodded his head in a matter of fact way. "She does. I've tried telling her I don't want tuna all the time, but she doesn't really listen." Which was just the way his mother was. He knew better than to try to change her.

His eyes looked over Elle's figured for a moment, taking notice of her new dress with appreciation. It looked nice on her. And it would make whatever they ended up doing today easier. Not that he had been thinking about that all night. Okay, so maybe he had. Maybe he had masturbated, trying to pretend it was her hands touching him again, but was that so bad?

[electrocutesy]

Spitefully and with an amused smirk, she reached over to steal another piece at his glare, her eyes lighting as his gaze flitted over her body. She thought she saw a spark of appreciation, and instantly she felt less nervous.

And just all the more anxious for later. "Why don't you just make your own lunch?" she ventured.

[justgabriel]

He gave her body one last look over before turning to look up at her face once more. He shrugged his shoulders lightly at her question. "It's not worth the hassle. She likes making lunch for me, why should I take that away from her?"

He didn't mention that the one time he had tried to make his own lunch, his mother had started crying about him not needing her anymore.

[electrocutesy]

She propped her chin on one hand and licked a bit of sweet apple juice from her top lip. "Because you're a big boy?" she asked playfully, and then subtly blushed at the double entendre. Maybe her head was just in the gutter, and he wouldn't catch it.

[justgabriel]

He blushed a little at the combination of both her actions and words. He wasn't sure if she was trying to be enticing right now, but she was certainly succeeding.

He took a drink from his soda, shrugging his shoulders a little. "I suppose, but it's really just not worth the hassle. I can deal with tuna."

[electrocutesy]

The pink on her cheeks deepened; he'd caught it. She shrugged carelessly--if he wanted to eat yucky tuna every day, then so be it. "You act like she throws a fit over it," she said conversationally.

[justgabriel]

He raised a curious brow at her at that. "Who's to say she doesn't throw a fit?" He asked in a matter of fact tone. He loved his mother, he did, but he'd be lying if he claimed she wasn't difficult.

[electrocutesy]

"Over tuna?" she laughed, although she wasn't that surprised. Ugly, dumb Christine had hinted his mother was unbalanced.

[justgabriel]

He frowned a little at the laugh. "She's very sensitive," He muttered in defense.

[electrocutesy]

"Oh," she said in mock realization, giggling. "So that's where you get it from?" she asked with a wicked smile.

[justgabriel]

"I'm not sensitive," He snapped in annoyance, proving that he was.

[electrocutesy]

"Only when you are," she taunted, pleased at getting under his skin a little. "Which is always." She opened her mouth to say more, but a hyper figure more or less appeared from behind her, and she looked up in surprise. No one ever came by this table.

Except apparently Kyle. "Hey, Elle," he said with a grin, shifting on his feet. For a split second, he looked over to Gabriel in slight surprise and nodded awkwardly before turning back to her. "Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt your lunch," he started excitedly, "but I just found out there's a computer expo at the Javitts Center tomorrow; I have to go, you know? So could I have your number to catch up with math tomorrow night?"

He lifted his hand to scratch the back of his head awkwardly, looking at her expectantly, and Elle blushed for a moment, for some reason immediately glancing to Gabriel. It wasn't like she was looking for permission or anything, or wanted to see his reaction. It was for no reason, really.

[justgabriel]

Gabriel's brows furrowed as the boy asked for Elle's phone number. Not that he cared. Why should he care? She can give her phone number to whoever she wanted, though he hoped she wasn't stupid enough to think this guy wanted just because of math. That just wasn't very likely.

He picked up is sandwich and practically tore into it as he listened for Elle's response. Not that it was his business if she gave it. After all, they were just fooling around. It wasn't anything serious?

So why did his stomach feel queasy suddenly?

[electrocutesy]

She sucked in a breath when Gabriel wasn't even looking at her, noting how uncomfortable he looked. She wasn't even sure she wanted Kyle to have her number (not for the reason he wanted it, at least), but she couldn't say no and deny him his math notes.

She turned back to Kyle with a thin smile, and nodded. "Sure," she said, and Kyle instantly let out a breath and grinned in relief. "Do you have a...?"

He pulled out a pen from his pocket and gave it to her, and she hesitated for a moment before taking his hand to write her number down carefully. He was warm and his hands were softer and less worked than Gabriel's, not that she was comparing. "Awesome," he said as she finished and he took his pen back. He walked backwards a few steps. "Talk to you later," he said with a victorious smile, and then waved casually at Gabriel before turning to jog out of the cafeteria.

Elle turned back and stared at the tabletop.

[justgabriel]

Gabriel gripped his sandwich a little harder than he needed to as he ate, watching the whole exchange through the corner of his eyes. Why did it annoy him so much that she was giving away her phone number? It didn't make any sense.