Gabriel had been staring at his phone for a while now, as if that would will it to ring somehow. That way he wouldn't have to be the first to call. In his hand was the napkin with Elle's number scrawled on it. He hadn't been able to get himself to call it, just yet
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So it was a ruined first time, but she wanted to remember it, right? But all she could remember was that it hurt, but it wasn't bad. She'd remember if it'd been bad, right?
And that it had been her fault. Her stupid, drunken fault. She'd wanted him on top of her and she knew they wouldn't be able to stop, and she'd wanted him to do it; she'd practically begged him to have sex with her. She couldn't even really be upset about the circumstances. She'd asked for it ( ... )
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Why did that thought of that make him feel so hollow? It didn't make sense.
At the sound of her voice, he took a deep breath, suddenly at a loss of what he should say. He figured it was best to keep it simple while on the phone. "Hi, Elle, it's me, Gabriel." Never mind that his number had probably given away that information. "When did you want to meet up today?"
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Painfully awkward and all-business was better than no call at all, though. "Hi," she replied softly. "Uhm, whenever is okay with me. I'm not doing anything all day."
Plus, she was already ready. She might have spent all morning restlessly and nervously showering and dressing, and re-dressing, and changing her outfit again. What was she supposed to wear? Her flirtatious, sexy dresses and tight jeans seemed so inappropriate, now. Maybe she'd been wearing them so much to get his attention, she realized now. Maybe a little. She'd finally settled on the jeans though, and soft, oversized v-neck t-shirt. That was non-sexual, right? She was even wearing sneakers.
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Besides, he had gotten ready a while ago as well. He was back to dressing how he normally did, slacks and sweater vests, his hair perfectly parted. Nothing special or anything.
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"Let's... let's go to that park near school?" she finally suggested. "The one we didn't go to... that time?" That was safe. Neutral. Maybe close enough to somewhere private (like her house), but she instantly squished that thought.
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Which was good. He didn't want to date her. Or he was pretty sure he didn't, anyways.
He told his mother he was going out and would be back by dinner before heading out the door, making his way to the park. He wasn't excited or nervous. He was calm. This was just a casual meeting between two friends.
Not that they were friends. Or lovers. Or anything.
He finally arrived to the park, waiting around by the swings as he looked for her. Casually. Not eagerly or worriedly or anything.
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Okay so she thought about all those things, in constant, dizzying rotation in her head, and her breath stopped a little short in her throat when she turned into the park and saw him waiting. She paused, hesitated--before determinedly walking forward, wringing her hands a little.
"Hi," she said finally, slowing to a stop in front of him, nervously releasing her hands to her sides. What was she supposed to do with them?
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At her word though, he was snapped out of his thoughts, and he suddenly felt awkward, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Hi."
what else was he supposed to say?
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"You want to sit down?" she finally managed to ask, and did anyway, plopping on the edge of the sandbox.
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"How have you been since...?" He trailed off. Since what? Since he took her virginity in the middle of a bathroom while she was drunk out of her mind?
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