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[fixeswatches]

The rest of the week was testy between them, to say the very least. The next day Elle had walked right by his locker, not even stopping to look at him as she dropped his jacket on the floor at his feet. When he picked it up and pulled it on, it smelled more like her than he expected. He made sure to wash it as soon as he got home. He didn’t need to be reminded of her presence.

But her presence is difficult to avoid, he found. Since the popular table was no longer accepting Elle, she had started sitting at his table. He didn’t know why she kept sitting there when she didn’t even bother talking to him, not even once. Instead, she just sat at the other end, just at the right angle so he could see her past whatever book he was reading at the time (this week’s choices were Fahrenheit 451 and 1984). Not that he ever looked up from his book just to look at her. Not that he noticed how she dressed each day or the way she styled her hair. He had no reason to notice such things.

Still, he kind of missed their arguments. It was nice to have someone who could keep up with him. But he was stubborn. He didn’t want to be the first to break the silence between them. So he continued to wait for her to do it first. But it turned out that she was just as stubborn as he was about these things. Maybe even more so, actually.

But today the silence would be broken. After his AP U.S. History class he was pulled aside, asked if he could tutor someone in one of the regular History classes who was struggling. Elle Bishop. Before he could even give it much thought, he said yes.

Which is why he was now standing in front of her home, knocking on the door. They had arranged for him to come to her place to tutor her, because there was no way in hell he was bringing her to his home. Virginia would probably flip out if he brought a girl home without warning, even if it was just for tutoring. It was much easier this way, especially since Elle’s father worked so late.

He wasn’t at all excited about the idea of being in a en empty home with her. Not at all. What gave you that idea?

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[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She flushed guiltily at the sudden question, jarred out of the thoughts she wasn't having. "Uhm," she said, and then picked up the textbook, opening it to the right chapter and holding it in front of her face to hide her stupid blush.

It was impossible to have questions if she hadn't been paying attention in the first place. Her eyes skimmed the words frantically, and she swallowed thickly. Gibberish. Pure gibberish. "So did it ever become about morals or whatever?" she ventured.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"Well, morals was the reason most people publically used for the war. And there were alot of people who genuinely believed slavery was wrong, so yes," He explained with a nod. He could see a slight blush on her cheeks and it confused him. Why was she blushing?

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She let out a deep breath and swallowed thickly, fiddling through the pages aimlessly, still hiding behind the book. Playing with him had clearly backfired in some really weird awkward strange something; she didn't want to think about it. She so wasn't going to think about it. Or him. Or anything.

Clearly she'd snapped or something. She totally hadn't intentionally thought of any of those things. She totally hated him.

"Okay, I get it," she said quickly, stiffly.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"Good," He swallowed a little thickly. That desire to kiss or touch her, it was silly, and he wasn't going to give in. They hated one another, and that was just the way things were.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She closed her eyes for a moment and drew in a steadying breath. She was being stupid. Ridiculous. So what if for like five seconds she'd imagine kissing him again. In her bed. His weight pressing down on her.

Her skin hummed and she determinedly pushed the book to the side, sitting up and reaching for her notes, practically jumping out of her skin when her fingers brushed his knee. She grabbed the papers anyway and pretended like it didn't happen.

Maybe they needed to argue. She should argue with him. It would remind her how much she hated him. You just don't think those sorts of things about someone you hate, she thought inwardly, nearly hysterical.

"Does your mom dress you or something?" she blurted out, trying to sound confrontational, trying to smooth the out the tremble in her voice.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He felt his body stiffen a little as her fingers brush against him. It left a warm, tingly feeling that he just didn't understand. He was supposed to hate her. He definitely was not supposed to want her the way he did.

Not that he wanted her.

But she snapped him out of his thoughts, causing him to raise a brow at her question. That had certainly come out of nowhere. "She buys clothing for me sometimes, yes. Why?" He felt no shame in this fact. He liked his clothes, and his mother buying it for saved him the hassle of having to go shopping for clothes.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Because you look like your aspiration in life is to be eighty-year-old man," she quipped nastily, nearing tearing her notes as she turned the pages to distract herself. She wasn't thinking about how warm he had felt, or just what he'd feel like on top of her, and she certainly wasn't imagining crawling over to him and pressing her mouth on that stupid bottom curve of his lip.

Not at all.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"I do not look like an eighty year old man," He shot in annoyance as he pulled off his glasses to clean them with the edge of his sweater vest. He certainly wasn't taking them off so it would be harder to see her, and easier to resist the temptation to do something stupid.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her cheeks burned as he pulled off his glasses to clean them, and he didn't look any more or less whatever with or without them on. He wasn't attractive. He wasn't even cute. She sat back on her heels and dropped the book to the sheets with a slap, clutching at the bottom hem of her dress so she didn't touch him and for once unintentionally hiking it up.

"You sure act like one," she sniped back.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He slid his glasses on just in time to see her hike up her dress, again. He watched for a moment, and before he could second think himself he was scooting closer to her. He reached out and cupped her chin, whispering softly. "Is this how an old man would act?" And then he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers.

He didn't know why he was doing it. He hated her. And yet it felt so nice.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She didn't know why she didn't pull away, or push him away, or even jump off the bed, call him a disgusting pervert or something, and throw him out of her house.

She certainly didn't know why her breath stopped and her eyes centered in on his parted lips before they fit against hers, or why her face tilted up with his hand obediently.

She blamed it on shock. Of course it was the shock.

But she supposed she couldn't blame how her body rushed with a static current on the shock, or explain why her hands immediately came up to slide into the hair behind his ears, or her hot little mewl, or the fact she laid back and pulled him down on top of her, arcing into him fluidly.

She definitely couldn't explain that, or what possess her to lick his upper lip softly with a small excited whimper.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He groaned out as she pulled him down on top of her. He certainly was excited to be with her like this, on her bed of all places. And it didn't mean anything when he parted his lips, brushing his tongue against hers. The way his hands settled at her hips was just coincidence. He wasn't enthralled by the way she felt so warm, soft, and inviting underneath him.

He couldn't explain why he was still kissing her if it didn't mean anything, but he was.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She thought her heart was going to pound out of her chest, and she gasped softly their tongues touched, scratching lightly through his hair with slow caressing fingers. He was so warm and soft, and her eyes slipped half open; she shifted and kissed his bottom lip just like she'd wanted to, pulling away with a slight, natural suction.

She let out a ragged breath and slide her tongue into his mouth again, moving slightly under him, shuddering warmly from his weight.

She didn't know why he felt so good.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He gasped as she moved beneath him, his tongue clashing with her. This wasn't like the kiss before, not exactly. It wasn't quite so raw, there was something else behind it, but he couldn't quite place it. He didn't even want to try. His hands slid up her body, tangling themselves in golden waves. She felt almost unbearably nice. He didn't want to stop.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She moved her hips gently into him at his roaming hands, thoughtlessly wrapping a leg around his. She slid her tongue over his, kissing his lips, her entire body flushing so hot. She wanted his lips everywhere, and she didn't want to think about what that meant, what any of it meant. She pulled back a little, brushing her fingers against the side of her neck. "Here," she asked breathlessly. She was so absorbed in the moment, in him, that she didn't hear the door open and close down the stairs.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He nodded in compliance, leaning down to press his lips against her soft, bare skin. He licked at her throat, his teeth grazing against the surface. He wanted to taste all of her, and he couldn't get himself to care about the fact that he did want her as much as he did. He was so caught up in everything that he too failed to hear the sound of the door.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her toes curled and she started to sweat, cradling his head against her throat with gentle cry, and she bit her lips to stifle another one at the tickle of his teeth. Her chest heaved and she tugged at his collar, exposing the slope of his neck, and suddenly she needed to press her lips against his jugular, flicking her tongue out to lick his salty skin before nipping a bit of it between her teeth.

That was when a voice cut through the rustle of their clothes and panting breaths, and Elle pulled back with a gasp.

"Elle, what is going on here?" her father bellowed.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He was in the middle of a soft groan at the sensation of her teeth against his throat when he heard a loud voice bellow, causing him to scramble, moving to the opposite side of the bed. He readjusted his collar a little as he sat up. He had no idea what he was supposed to say or do in this sort of situation.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Daddy," she acknowledged dreadfully, rushing to sit up, terror written all over her face. Her father's eyes were shining with anger and disapproval and flicking to Gabriel, and then to her, and back again. He looked so mad she wasn't sure what he'd do.

"What's going on here?" he yelled again.

"We were studying," she replied pathetically, moving to kneel and holding out her hands, palms up, her brow furrowing.

Bob narrowed his eyes and took a few steps into the room. "That wasn't studying, Elle," he said sternly. "What do you think you're wearing?" he asked in horror.

"A dress," she said weakly, turning beet red in embarrassment. Maybe it was a little too short, and from the furious look on her Daddy's face, he certainly seemed to think so. She thought he was going to burst.

"Who are you and what do you think you're doing to my daughter?" he turned on Gabriel.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel tried to stay calm. He knew if he showed any sort of fear, that would just make the situation even worse. Still, what if her father forbid him to see Elle anymore? Why did that idea make his stomach turn? "My name is Gabriel Gray. I'm a ....friend of your daughters."

Friend wasn't the right word at all, but it seemed like the best one to use.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, a friend!" Bob exclaimed. Elle grimaced and crawled closer to the edge of the bed, ready to jump up between them if she had to, just in case. She was so concerned she didn't even have the presence of mind to realize she shouldn't care if her Daddy yelled Gabriel's ear off. She didn't even like him.

"Do you lie on top of all your friends, or just my daughter?!" Bob was growing unpleasantly red in the face, and Elle was afraid the vein in his forehead was about to pop.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel tried to keep his cool and not snap back, as much as he wanted. Did this pompous man really think he had the right to talk to him like that? It was rather insulting.

"We just got...distracted," He replied vaguely. Because what was he supposed to say. He couldn't say that he liked Elle, because that wasn't true, right? It had just been...a fluke. They had both gotten carried away in the moment. That's all it was, right? Teenage hormones.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I think it's time for you to get out," Bob growled, grabbing Gabriel by the collar and tugging him to the door.

"Daddy!" Elle called desperately, and scrambled up, grabbing Gabriel's littered shoes and rushing to follow them down the stairs. He deserved his shoes, at least.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel resisted the urge to shove himself away from the man, as much as he wanted to. After all, hurting Elle's father wouldn't win points with her. Not to mention that Bob could call his mother and tell her about this.

He gave a small, grateful smile as he took his shoes from Elle, slipping them on. His mother would have flipped if he had gone home without them. "I'll be heading out, then."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She merely winced at his smile painfully; later on she'd wonder why she felt bad about getting him in trouble and the entire situation, besides the fact that her Dad totally embarrassed her.

Gabriel's shoes weren't on for even a split second when Bob threw open the door and shoved him out, pointing an accusing finger into his face. "If I ever see you near my daughter again, so help you God," he warned, and then slammed the door shut, but not before Elle raised her hand waved to him awkwardly. Silently, she mouthed the word "bye" and flinched when the door was closed.

She looked fearfully up at her dad's puce face.

"He's... younger than four-hundred?" she said with a tentative smile.