Page 23 of Michael's Awakening
Snap out of it, Gabe.
The bell chimed above the door, and I greeted a group of older women who entered the store. I hoped that by focusing my attention on something else, it would help shove all thoughts of Michael from my mind.
Monday and Friday were the two days of the week I had my music lessons, which required me to leave the salon a little early on those days. I got off work at three o’clock to make it over to my lesson by three-thirty, which worked out great because they weren’t far from each other.
After my lesson, my stomach grumbled and reminded me that I had forgotten to eat. Again. So I walked across campus, grabbed some food from the college cafeteria, and sat down at a table outside.
The weather was amazing that day. A cool breeze drifted through the crisp air and the smell it brought with it was divine. I always loved the smell of fall: the scent of leaves, cinnamon, and pumpkin. It was my favorite time of year. Thoughts of the weather quickly transitioned to thoughts of Michael.
Don’t ask me how the hell that happened, it baffled me as well. One minute, I was watching a leaf fall from a tree and the next minute, I was picturing Michael as he ravaged my dick. I was pretty sure I needed mental help.
After scarfing down a few bites of my blueberry yogurt parfait, I pulled out my phone and texted Melissa.
Please kill me.
My phone buzzed and I looked down at her reply, almost choking on a blueberry.That could be arranged…although orange prison jumpsuits are not the best look on me.
Hun, they aren’t a good look on anybody. I don’t care how fine your ass is lol Please tell me you’re here. I need girl time.
I sent the reply and sighed heavily. I didn’t get a response back from Melissa so I brought my attention back to my food. Finishing off the last bit of my yogurt, I sat back in the chair and examined my fingernails. Not only did I need some major maintenance on my hair, I also needed a manicure.
“Boo!” Someone grabbed the back of my chair and shook it, making me jump so high I almost flew out of my seat. Melissa plopped down in the chair next to me and started laughing hysterically. “Oh, Gabe. The look on your face was priceless.”
I cut my eyes at her and stuck my nose up in the air. “Not funny.”
“Don’t be like that, Miss Prissy Bottom. You said you wanted girl time, so here I am.”
I glanced at her with a serious expression and then we both started laughing. “Okay, itmighthave been funny. Not really, but I’m just trying to appease your ego.” I winked at her. “So, how is your Monday going?”
Melissa groaned and rolled her eyes. “Do you even have to ask? It’s Monday, the most evil day of the week. Which is funny since it falls right after Sunday, the supposed most holy day of the week.”
I laughed. “Did you just get out of your graphic thingy class?”
“3D Graphic Design.” She rolled her eyes at me. “Yes, I just got out. I was on my way to grab a bite before you texted me and asked me to murder you.”
“Which you almost succeeded at, by the way. My heart is still racing from that scare.”
Melissa chuckled. “What are best friends for?” Her eyes narrowed as she watched me with a curious look. “Something’s up. What is it?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I averted my eyes from her and watched a couple walk past us, holding hands.
“Cut the bullshit, Gabe.” Her tone was biting, but I knew she meant well.
With an exasperated sigh, I put my hands up in surrender. “Okay, you win. I kind of met someone Saturday night.”
“Just a hook-up or something more?”
“I think just a hook-up.” I nibbled my bottom lip as I thought of Michael. “But, I don’t know. I can’t get him out of my head.”
“I can’t believe it. Glamorous Gabe is besotted with someone,” she teased. “So, was he hot? I live vicariously through you, so spill the beans.”
We sat and talked for a while, and I told her all about Michael, well what I knew of him, at least. The more I talked about him, the more my stomach knotted up at the thought of not seeing him again. Eventually, Melissa had to leave and go to her next class, but not before she gave me a big hug and told me to cheer up. I sat at the table for a while after she left and enjoyed the beautiful weather, but my thoughts seemed to only want to focus on one thing.
Michael.
Dark green eyes appeared in my mind again, and I finally decided that it was time to leave.
I drove home and pulled into my parking spot, feeling irritated at myself that I couldn’t get a certain dark haired sex god out of my head. It was just after six o’clock and the sun was already setting in the sky, another sign of the changing seasons. Getting out of my car, I locked the doors, slung my purse over my shoulder, grabbed my cello case, and started walking up to my building.
