“Gabe!” Lisa yelled. “Release my partner or I’ll put Pepto in your tacos!”
“What would that even do?” asked Weston from behind me.
The music was turned down and then Lisa was prying me away from Gabe.
“So…” Lisa’s grin grew to epic proportions, as her eyes seemed to calculate our acquaintance. “I take it you know each other.”
I yelled, “He assaulted me!”
At the same time, Gabe winked and countered with, “She’s a damn spy!”
“Forget the movie,” Wes said in an amused voice. “Gabe drama? Way better.” He took a seat on an arm of the couch and smirked.
My eyes narrowed into slits as my hands twitched at my side. The guy needed to be punched. This time Lisa put a calming hand on my arm, while Gabe threw h
is head back and laughed.
Again with the laughing? Did he have multiple personality disorder? Were they aware he was mentally unstable? And if they weren’t, wasn’t it my duty to say something? So he didn’t knife them in their sleep when he decided to take the train from happy land back into hell?
“Classic,” he said, his stupidly long eyelashes mocking me with every damn blink. “You Lisa’s new tutor too? Tell me, piano star, does the world ever tire of your Mother Theresa ways?”
Ah, there he is. To be honest, I had been getting slightly worried.
“That’s it.” Lisa grabbed Gabe by the ear and tugged.
“What the hell, Lisa!” Gabe whined as he stumbled toward her tiny body.
She released his ear and stomped her foot. “New leaf. You stopped being an ass remember?”
“He was never really an ass,” Kiersten said coming to his defense.
I turned my head slowly to catch her expression. But she looked completely serious as if he wasn’t a complete and total loser. He was talented and hot, but still a loser. Okay, so he had skills but… Wow, I needed to stop the arguing in my head before I got a headache.
Gabe formed his hands into a heart and pressed it against his chest. “Love you, Kiersten.”
“Not your girl,” Wes fired back.
“Is this getting filmed or something?” I threw my hands up in the air. “You guys are all crazy. You know that right? I’m here for Lisa, not Gabe. I barely even know him outside of the practice rooms.
“Oh my gosh! You’re trying out for the spring musical?” Kiersten asked.
“Uh…” Gabe licked his lips.
“Wait, practice rooms,” Lisa repeated. “Gabe, are you playing again?”
“Again?” Kiersten looked between the two of them. “What do you mean again?”
“Wow, thanks, band geek, seriously. Awesome. I guess I was right before. You are a tattletale. Oh, look at the time,” he said, checking his watch. “Better hurry home so you can get in bed before seven and have your roomie braid your hair. Oh, and don’t forget to brush your teeth and say those prayers.”
“Don’t you have an STD to spread?” I tilted my head with cool indifference.
He pushed away from the wall. “Why, you open for business?”
“Turtle!” Lisa shouted and stomped her foot.
The room fell silent.
I burst into a fit of laughter. “Turtle? Seriously?”