boo~ you whore; three
Boo~ You Whore | MeanGirls/HighSchool!AU | PG-13
Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/Ryan (semi- Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Jon/Spencer, Gerard/Mikey, Nate/Alex, Sisky/Alex)
The rest of the school day was a complete blur. I got in trouble for the most stupid things! Like, going to the bathroom without a 'lavatory pass' or reading ahead in English, eating a cookie in class, accidentally getting out of my seat because I had dropped my eraser, or even writing in green pen! How stupid was that? It seemed that no one trusted me here, it was so irritating and weird for me. written in first-person (brendon), all full italic-paragraphs written in third.
ONE | TWO
"What's your name?" Gabe asked me.
"Brendon," I said.
"Cute..." he muttered, staring intently at me.
"Thanks."
"Why don't I know a pretty face like you?" Gabe asked, leaning into me. My heart beat picked up and I could literally hear it thump. Because in case none of you had noticed, I was sitting at a table with Sex God Supreme, Gabe Saporta.
"I-I'm new. I just moved here from Africa," I replied, smiling slightly as I shifted in my seat.
"Wait, what?"
"I used to be home-schooled," I explained.
"What?" Gabe repeated again, and I was this close to thinking that he was somewhat broken. But hey, he was hot so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. "My mom taught me at home-"
"No, no," he answered quickly. "I know what home-schooling is, I'm not retarded." Right. "So you've actually never been to a real school before?" I shook my head, pursing my lips. "Shut up." I shrugged again. Gabe turned to Pete and Mikey, "shut the fuck up."
"I-I didn't say anything..."
"Home schooled, huh?" Gabe muttered, leaning back on his chair. "That's really really cool."
"Thanks-"
"But you're like, really hot," Gabe butt in and I felt myself flush for a second. Gabe, Mister Sex On Legs had just called me hot.
"Thank you-"
"You must have had tons of girlfriends," he said interrupting me again.
"Actually, I uh- kind of swing the other way," I replied kind of biting my lip again. I swear, if I keep this up it'll be completely chewed off by the end of the week.
"Oh." Gabe kind of smirked at me, and I was getting slightly nervous. "Well, then you'll fit in just perfectly here, don't you agree guys?" he asked, turning to Pete and Mikey. Gabe flashed a grin at me, showing off his perfectly white teeth, "could you excuse us for one second please?"
"Uh-yeah, sure."
Gabe, Pete and Mikey turned their heads slightly and I heard a few mumbles and whispers before each of them nodded simultaneously. Gabe smirked at me again.
"Okay, so we don't really do this that often," Pete spoke. That was the first time I'd actually heard him speak (besides on when he was on the phone), "but we'd like to invite you to sit with us at lunch for the rest of the week." I almost squealed and beamed, but I managed to keep a straight face.
"Uhhm, sure okay. I guess," I replied smiling a little.
"Wait, if you're from Africa. Why are you white?" Mikey asked me. And wow, I did not expect his intelligence level to be that low.
"OMG, Mikey. You just can't ask people why they're white," Pete whispered to Mikey.
"Guys. Shut the fuck up," Gabe snapped at them before turning to me, "well then it's settled." he smirked. "I'm guessing you already know who we are. But in case you don't, I'm Gabe. That's Pete and he's Mikey."
"Yeah, I know," I breathed out.
"Good," he said. "Now, Pete. Explain."
"Well tomorrow's Wednesday. We all wear skinny jeans on every day of the week, but on that day we all especially wear black," Pete started. I nodded my head, looking down at what I was wearing right now. Easy, I thought. I had enough skinny jeans to fill at entire tank. This 'fitting in' thing was going to be way easier than I thought it would be. Pete looked as if he was going to explain more, but the lunch bell caught him in mid-sentence. "I'll explain the rest later then," he sighed.
"See you, Brendon," Gabe said as he, Mikey and Pete walked away.
"OH MY DEAR GOD IN HELL. BREN, YOU HAVE TO DO IT, AND THEN TELL ME ALL THE HORRIBLE THINGS THEY SAY," Hayley said in mid-laughter.
"But, Gabe seems... cool," I responded, shrugging. Honestly, I do not know why Hayley despised him so much, Gabe really seemed like a cool guy. As soon as those words left my mouth, Hayley's face dropped into a sneer.
"Gabe Saporta is no where near 'cool'. He's a back-stabbing whorey ass! He ruined my life!" Hayley shot back, practically glaring daggers at me.
"He's hot and all kinds of sexy, but he's evil man," Jon piped up, shaking his head.
"Why do you hate him so much?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" Hayley asked, crossing her arms while cocking a hip.
"Gabe," I said. "You seem to really hate him."
"Yes, obviously," she said. "What's your question?"
I crinkled my eyebrows together. "My question is why. Why do you hate him so much?"
"See, Gabe and Hayley actually hate this thing going-" Jon explained.
"JON! SHUT IT. THIS IS NOT THE RIGHT TIME," Hayley cut him off, shouting. "Shall we not?" She glared daggers at his chest as he shrugged. Wait, what? "Okay, this is nothing about me hating Gabe, but I just think It'll be a fun little experiment just between the three of us, okay?" Hayley said, turning to me. "You know, you just hang out with them and they tell us all the horrible, nasty things they do."
"What do we even talk about?" I asked, giving in slightly.
"I don't know! Something, I guess. Clothes? Fashion?" Hayley said, shrugging her little arms.
"Ashton Kutcher," Jon added.
"Wait, what? They're not... gay, are they?" I asked, formally confused.
"Ugh, Bren. You should know by now that like, the entire school is either gay or bi, have you ever wondered how they didn't criticize you or anything when you told them they were gay?" Jon asked.
"Wait, how do you know about that?" I asked.
"We... were not eavesdropping on you or anything," Jon shot back, crossing his arms.
"Right."
"Well, all The Plastics are bi. The entire school, is like gay for each other. We're like Gay City USA!" Jon said, waving around his arms.
"Jon," Hayley cut him off. "Okay, well maybe that's the way you picture the school to be, but in the real world yes, half the school is gay or bi, got it?" I nodded. Hayley could be kind of scary at times. "So, will you do it for us, Bren?"
"... fine," I sighed.
By eighth period I was so happy to get to Calculus. I've had enough of listening about The Plastics all day long from Hayley. Finally, I could think about something I enjoyed thinking about. Math. I mean, I'm good at Math, I understand it. It's cool, and is pretty easy once you really get the hang of it. Nothing in Math class could possibly mess me up-
"Hey," the guy in front of me turned around and said. "Do you have a pencil I can borrow?" -except that. Oh my dear God, his caramel eyes his perfect, soft, brown hair which was styled into somewhat of a faux-hawk. I was stunned in my seat. I had never felt like this about any other guy before. I handed him my pencil, muttered 'thanks' and turned around. I continued to stare at the back of his head.
At the back of my head, I could hear Ms. Asher say, "Brendon, could you give me the answer to this question?"
I ignored her and let my mind wonder about the guy sitting in front of me. His cute little button nose, perfect hair, amazing caramel orbs... he was just, "so cute..." wait, did I just say that aloud? "Oh! I mean, um. A sub-N equals N plus one over four," I muttered quickly. Good thing I was good at Math.
"That's right," Ms. Asher said, nodding at me as she wrote the answer on the board. I quickly let out a sigh, as Ms. Asher rambled on about the homework we were getting that night.
I came back from school that day in a much better mood. Yet again, my parents were outside on the porch when I cam back. They both turned to me and smiled.
"Hey!" my dad said, "how was your second day?"
"Fine," I answered, smiling a little.
"Were people nice?" my mom asked, beaming.
"No." Their faces kind of dropped.
"Did you make any new friends?" my dad asked.
"Yeah," I replied, walking up to my room.
What a day that was.
Having lunch the next day with The Plastics was like, leaving the real world and going into some Super-Exclusive Plastic Paradise. And Plastic Paradise, apparently had a lot of rules. I had followed the dress code today, wearing my tightest pair of black skinny jeans and a grey-striped shirt, along with my favourite red converses.
"... you can't wear the same pair of shoes twice in a row, and you can only wear striped or collared shirts once a week, so I guess you picked today..." Pete rambled on. I smiled. "Oh, and we always wear skinny jeans, never just normal jeans and we wear hoodies or scarves on Thursdays and Fridays. Now, if you break any of these rules you can't sit with us." Wow, okay. A bit exclusive, much? Oh well. "I mean, not just you. Any of us." I nodded, seeing that that was the best response right now. "Okay, look. If I was wearing let's say... red jeans today, I wouldn't be sitting here..." I nodded again. "Oh, and we always vote before asking someone to sit with us. Because, you know. You have to be considered by the rest of the group." I nodded again. "I mean, you wouldn't buy a new shirt or a pair of jeans before asking your friends if you looked good in them..." he continued, taking a sip at his coke.
"I wouldn't?" I asked. Well, that was new.
"Right. Oh, and it's the same with guys... or girls. Like, you may think you like someone, when you really don't. So you ask your friends," Pete added.
"128 calories with 48 calories from fat, what percent it that?" Gabe suddenly cut into our conversation. I started to think.
"48 into 120?" Pete said.
"I'm only eating foods with less that 30% of calories from fat-" Gabe started to explain.
"It's 40%," I cut in. They both stared at me. "I mean, 48 into 120 equals, x into 100, and then you cross-multiply to get the value of x." They continued to stare at me to honestly convince me enough that maybe I was growing another head.
"Whatever," Gabe said. "I'm not eating it." I shrugged, as he left the table to get something else to eat.
"So," Pete said, leaning into me. "Have you seen any guys who you think are cute? Or maybe girls?" he asked, and Mikey turned towards me looking interested.
"Well, there's this guy in my Calculus class..." I started.
Mikey gasped, "who is it?" he asked.
"Is he a senior?" Pete asked, mouth wide and agape.
"... his name is Ryan Ross," I replied. I learnt his name by looking at the class sheet before Ms. Asher came in. Pete and Mikey both gasped, loudly, too.
"Oh, no!" Mikey said, shaking his head.
"No, no. No no," Pete added. "You can't like Ryan Ross..." I was confused. Free world, wasn't it? "That's Gabe's ex-boyfriend." Oh, fuck. I looked down.
"They went out for an entire year," Mikey said.
"Yeah, and Gabe was devastated when Ryan broke up with him last summer," Pete informed me, shrugging.
"I thought Gabe dumped him for William Beckett..." Mikey said, just as Pete sent him a glare.
"Hey, irregardless," Pete snapped at him. He shifted to me, "ex-boyfriends are just... off-limits to all of us. Basic rule in dating?" Sure, okay. "Don't worry, I won't tell Gabe that you ever said that. You can trust me," Pete said. "It'll be our little secret..."
Even thought I wasn't allowed to like Ryan, I was still allowed to look at him, right? Because with eyes that gorgeous, hair that sexy and a voice that smooth and velvety. It was kind of hard not to notice a guy like him. I thought about him non-stop, and even tried to talk to him one day, but... was unfortunately, interrupted by a cute-looking brown-haired guy with amazing blue eyes.
"Hey, you're the new African-guy right?" the boy said.
"Err, yeah. I am."
"I'm Spencer Smith. Captain of the Palo Verde Mathletes, and we'd love to have you on our team," he started. I looked straight through him to where Ryan was walking off. "We participate in local math-competitions around the state, and we think you'll be a great new addition to the team..."
"Oh, you'll be perfect for the spot, Brendon," Ms. Asher butt in suddenly.
"Yeah, okay," I replied.
"Great, great. Let me give you my card," Spencer replied, smiling as he handed me the small white piece of paper. It read:
SPENCER SMITH
Head of Mathletes
on it. "Okay, so uh. Think it over," he said. "Because we'd like to get jackets..."
"Okay," I said walking out of the classroom.
I walked out of school and passed the soccer-field. My mood lightened up when I saw Ryan standing there. He shot a goal, and God, he looked so sexy all sweaty. I grinned and waved at him, hoping to catch his attention, I did and he waved back. I beamed and squealed on the inside. I was so lost in staring at him, it kind of frightened me when I heard a loud honk behind me. I twisted around and saw Gabe, Pete and Mikey sitting in a silver convertible waiting for me.
"Get it, bitch. We're going out," Gabe yelled from the driver's seat, looking as perfect as ever.
I nodded and almost reluctantly, got into the back seat with Mikey, from the corner of my eye I thought I saw Ryan's face drop. Perhaps it was just my imagination.
A/N: THIRD CHAPTER YOU GUIIZZEE. HOPE YA LIKED IT! ;D IT'S BEEN A BLAST WRITING THIS FIC SO FAR, AND I'M JUST AS EXCITED ABOUT IT AS YOU ARE ♥ thanks for everyone who commented on the last chapter, you guys are all GREAT!
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Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/Ryan (semi- Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Jon/Spencer, Gerard/Mikey, Nate/Alex, Sisky/Alex)
The rest of the school day was a complete blur. I got in trouble for the most stupid things! Like, going to the bathroom without a 'lavatory pass' or reading ahead in English, eating a cookie in class, accidentally getting out of my seat because I had dropped my eraser, or even writing in green pen! How stupid was that? It seemed that no one trusted me here, it was so irritating and weird for me. written in first-person (brendon), all full italic-paragraphs written in third.
ONE | TWO
"What's your name?" Gabe asked me.
"Brendon," I said.
"Cute..." he muttered, staring intently at me.
"Thanks."
"Why don't I know a pretty face like you?" Gabe asked, leaning into me. My heart beat picked up and I could literally hear it thump. Because in case none of you had noticed, I was sitting at a table with Sex God Supreme, Gabe Saporta.
"I-I'm new. I just moved here from Africa," I replied, smiling slightly as I shifted in my seat.
"Wait, what?"
"I used to be home-schooled," I explained.
"What?" Gabe repeated again, and I was this close to thinking that he was somewhat broken. But hey, he was hot so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. "My mom taught me at home-"
"No, no," he answered quickly. "I know what home-schooling is, I'm not retarded." Right. "So you've actually never been to a real school before?" I shook my head, pursing my lips. "Shut up." I shrugged again. Gabe turned to Pete and Mikey, "shut the fuck up."
"I-I didn't say anything..."
"Home schooled, huh?" Gabe muttered, leaning back on his chair. "That's really really cool."
"Thanks-"
"But you're like, really hot," Gabe butt in and I felt myself flush for a second. Gabe, Mister Sex On Legs had just called me hot.
"Thank you-"
"You must have had tons of girlfriends," he said interrupting me again.
"Actually, I uh- kind of swing the other way," I replied kind of biting my lip again. I swear, if I keep this up it'll be completely chewed off by the end of the week.
"Oh." Gabe kind of smirked at me, and I was getting slightly nervous. "Well, then you'll fit in just perfectly here, don't you agree guys?" he asked, turning to Pete and Mikey. Gabe flashed a grin at me, showing off his perfectly white teeth, "could you excuse us for one second please?"
"Uh-yeah, sure."
Gabe, Pete and Mikey turned their heads slightly and I heard a few mumbles and whispers before each of them nodded simultaneously. Gabe smirked at me again.
"Okay, so we don't really do this that often," Pete spoke. That was the first time I'd actually heard him speak (besides on when he was on the phone), "but we'd like to invite you to sit with us at lunch for the rest of the week." I almost squealed and beamed, but I managed to keep a straight face.
"Uhhm, sure okay. I guess," I replied smiling a little.
"Wait, if you're from Africa. Why are you white?" Mikey asked me. And wow, I did not expect his intelligence level to be that low.
"OMG, Mikey. You just can't ask people why they're white," Pete whispered to Mikey.
"Guys. Shut the fuck up," Gabe snapped at them before turning to me, "well then it's settled." he smirked. "I'm guessing you already know who we are. But in case you don't, I'm Gabe. That's Pete and he's Mikey."
"Yeah, I know," I breathed out.
"Good," he said. "Now, Pete. Explain."
"Well tomorrow's Wednesday. We all wear skinny jeans on every day of the week, but on that day we all especially wear black," Pete started. I nodded my head, looking down at what I was wearing right now. Easy, I thought. I had enough skinny jeans to fill at entire tank. This 'fitting in' thing was going to be way easier than I thought it would be. Pete looked as if he was going to explain more, but the lunch bell caught him in mid-sentence. "I'll explain the rest later then," he sighed.
"See you, Brendon," Gabe said as he, Mikey and Pete walked away.
"OH MY DEAR GOD IN HELL. BREN, YOU HAVE TO DO IT, AND THEN TELL ME ALL THE HORRIBLE THINGS THEY SAY," Hayley said in mid-laughter.
"But, Gabe seems... cool," I responded, shrugging. Honestly, I do not know why Hayley despised him so much, Gabe really seemed like a cool guy. As soon as those words left my mouth, Hayley's face dropped into a sneer.
"Gabe Saporta is no where near 'cool'. He's a back-stabbing whorey ass! He ruined my life!" Hayley shot back, practically glaring daggers at me.
"He's hot and all kinds of sexy, but he's evil man," Jon piped up, shaking his head.
"Why do you hate him so much?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" Hayley asked, crossing her arms while cocking a hip.
"Gabe," I said. "You seem to really hate him."
"Yes, obviously," she said. "What's your question?"
I crinkled my eyebrows together. "My question is why. Why do you hate him so much?"
"See, Gabe and Hayley actually hate this thing going-" Jon explained.
"JON! SHUT IT. THIS IS NOT THE RIGHT TIME," Hayley cut him off, shouting. "Shall we not?" She glared daggers at his chest as he shrugged. Wait, what? "Okay, this is nothing about me hating Gabe, but I just think It'll be a fun little experiment just between the three of us, okay?" Hayley said, turning to me. "You know, you just hang out with them and they tell us all the horrible, nasty things they do."
"What do we even talk about?" I asked, giving in slightly.
"I don't know! Something, I guess. Clothes? Fashion?" Hayley said, shrugging her little arms.
"Ashton Kutcher," Jon added.
"Wait, what? They're not... gay, are they?" I asked, formally confused.
"Ugh, Bren. You should know by now that like, the entire school is either gay or bi, have you ever wondered how they didn't criticize you or anything when you told them they were gay?" Jon asked.
"Wait, how do you know about that?" I asked.
"We... were not eavesdropping on you or anything," Jon shot back, crossing his arms.
"Right."
"Well, all The Plastics are bi. The entire school, is like gay for each other. We're like Gay City USA!" Jon said, waving around his arms.
"Jon," Hayley cut him off. "Okay, well maybe that's the way you picture the school to be, but in the real world yes, half the school is gay or bi, got it?" I nodded. Hayley could be kind of scary at times. "So, will you do it for us, Bren?"
"... fine," I sighed.
By eighth period I was so happy to get to Calculus. I've had enough of listening about The Plastics all day long from Hayley. Finally, I could think about something I enjoyed thinking about. Math. I mean, I'm good at Math, I understand it. It's cool, and is pretty easy once you really get the hang of it. Nothing in Math class could possibly mess me up-
"Hey," the guy in front of me turned around and said. "Do you have a pencil I can borrow?" -except that. Oh my dear God, his caramel eyes his perfect, soft, brown hair which was styled into somewhat of a faux-hawk. I was stunned in my seat. I had never felt like this about any other guy before. I handed him my pencil, muttered 'thanks' and turned around. I continued to stare at the back of his head.
At the back of my head, I could hear Ms. Asher say, "Brendon, could you give me the answer to this question?"
I ignored her and let my mind wonder about the guy sitting in front of me. His cute little button nose, perfect hair, amazing caramel orbs... he was just, "so cute..." wait, did I just say that aloud? "Oh! I mean, um. A sub-N equals N plus one over four," I muttered quickly. Good thing I was good at Math.
"That's right," Ms. Asher said, nodding at me as she wrote the answer on the board. I quickly let out a sigh, as Ms. Asher rambled on about the homework we were getting that night.
I came back from school that day in a much better mood. Yet again, my parents were outside on the porch when I cam back. They both turned to me and smiled.
"Hey!" my dad said, "how was your second day?"
"Fine," I answered, smiling a little.
"Were people nice?" my mom asked, beaming.
"No." Their faces kind of dropped.
"Did you make any new friends?" my dad asked.
"Yeah," I replied, walking up to my room.
What a day that was.
Having lunch the next day with The Plastics was like, leaving the real world and going into some Super-Exclusive Plastic Paradise. And Plastic Paradise, apparently had a lot of rules. I had followed the dress code today, wearing my tightest pair of black skinny jeans and a grey-striped shirt, along with my favourite red converses.
"... you can't wear the same pair of shoes twice in a row, and you can only wear striped or collared shirts once a week, so I guess you picked today..." Pete rambled on. I smiled. "Oh, and we always wear skinny jeans, never just normal jeans and we wear hoodies or scarves on Thursdays and Fridays. Now, if you break any of these rules you can't sit with us." Wow, okay. A bit exclusive, much? Oh well. "I mean, not just you. Any of us." I nodded, seeing that that was the best response right now. "Okay, look. If I was wearing let's say... red jeans today, I wouldn't be sitting here..." I nodded again. "Oh, and we always vote before asking someone to sit with us. Because, you know. You have to be considered by the rest of the group." I nodded again. "I mean, you wouldn't buy a new shirt or a pair of jeans before asking your friends if you looked good in them..." he continued, taking a sip at his coke.
"I wouldn't?" I asked. Well, that was new.
"Right. Oh, and it's the same with guys... or girls. Like, you may think you like someone, when you really don't. So you ask your friends," Pete added.
"128 calories with 48 calories from fat, what percent it that?" Gabe suddenly cut into our conversation. I started to think.
"48 into 120?" Pete said.
"I'm only eating foods with less that 30% of calories from fat-" Gabe started to explain.
"It's 40%," I cut in. They both stared at me. "I mean, 48 into 120 equals, x into 100, and then you cross-multiply to get the value of x." They continued to stare at me to honestly convince me enough that maybe I was growing another head.
"Whatever," Gabe said. "I'm not eating it." I shrugged, as he left the table to get something else to eat.
"So," Pete said, leaning into me. "Have you seen any guys who you think are cute? Or maybe girls?" he asked, and Mikey turned towards me looking interested.
"Well, there's this guy in my Calculus class..." I started.
Mikey gasped, "who is it?" he asked.
"Is he a senior?" Pete asked, mouth wide and agape.
"... his name is Ryan Ross," I replied. I learnt his name by looking at the class sheet before Ms. Asher came in. Pete and Mikey both gasped, loudly, too.
"Oh, no!" Mikey said, shaking his head.
"No, no. No no," Pete added. "You can't like Ryan Ross..." I was confused. Free world, wasn't it? "That's Gabe's ex-boyfriend." Oh, fuck. I looked down.
"They went out for an entire year," Mikey said.
"Yeah, and Gabe was devastated when Ryan broke up with him last summer," Pete informed me, shrugging.
"I thought Gabe dumped him for William Beckett..." Mikey said, just as Pete sent him a glare.
"Hey, irregardless," Pete snapped at him. He shifted to me, "ex-boyfriends are just... off-limits to all of us. Basic rule in dating?" Sure, okay. "Don't worry, I won't tell Gabe that you ever said that. You can trust me," Pete said. "It'll be our little secret..."
Even thought I wasn't allowed to like Ryan, I was still allowed to look at him, right? Because with eyes that gorgeous, hair that sexy and a voice that smooth and velvety. It was kind of hard not to notice a guy like him. I thought about him non-stop, and even tried to talk to him one day, but... was unfortunately, interrupted by a cute-looking brown-haired guy with amazing blue eyes.
"Hey, you're the new African-guy right?" the boy said.
"Err, yeah. I am."
"I'm Spencer Smith. Captain of the Palo Verde Mathletes, and we'd love to have you on our team," he started. I looked straight through him to where Ryan was walking off. "We participate in local math-competitions around the state, and we think you'll be a great new addition to the team..."
"Oh, you'll be perfect for the spot, Brendon," Ms. Asher butt in suddenly.
"Yeah, okay," I replied.
"Great, great. Let me give you my card," Spencer replied, smiling as he handed me the small white piece of paper. It read:
SPENCER SMITH
Head of Mathletes
on it. "Okay, so uh. Think it over," he said. "Because we'd like to get jackets..."
"Okay," I said walking out of the classroom.
I walked out of school and passed the soccer-field. My mood lightened up when I saw Ryan standing there. He shot a goal, and God, he looked so sexy all sweaty. I grinned and waved at him, hoping to catch his attention, I did and he waved back. I beamed and squealed on the inside. I was so lost in staring at him, it kind of frightened me when I heard a loud honk behind me. I twisted around and saw Gabe, Pete and Mikey sitting in a silver convertible waiting for me.
"Get it, bitch. We're going out," Gabe yelled from the driver's seat, looking as perfect as ever.
I nodded and almost reluctantly, got into the back seat with Mikey, from the corner of my eye I thought I saw Ryan's face drop. Perhaps it was just my imagination.
A/N: THIRD CHAPTER YOU GUIIZZEE. HOPE YA LIKED IT! ;D IT'S BEEN A BLAST WRITING THIS FIC SO FAR, AND I'M JUST AS EXCITED ABOUT IT AS YOU ARE ♥ thanks for everyone who commented on the last chapter, you guys are all GREAT!
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