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[justgabriel]

Gabriel was sitting at the back of the lunchroom at his usual table. Like usual, the lunch his mother had packed him remained untouched while he focussed on the current book he was reading. He wasn't at all peering over it from time to time, looking for Elle. He wasn't getting impatient waiting for her or anything

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[electrocutesy]

Elle was running late to lunch. It wasn't as if she needed to be there, and she wasn't rushing down the hall, her heels clipping. She wasn't wearing some new blue dress she'd worn special because Gabriel would probably get underneath it today.

She certainly wasn't imagining lying on the library floor, or Gabriel's hands sliding up her thighs to pull down the black panties she'd chosen, and she certainly hadn't spent a large portion of the night touching herself.

Oh fuck, who was she kidding anymore? She was doing and did all of the those things. Besides the rushing. She wasn't eager to just see Gabriel. There was no reason to be anxious now.

It helped, she supposed, that just last period, Kyle did tell her she looked pretty today, so that meant Gabriel might like the dress. Not that she cared. But since they were bring purely physical now, she supposed wearing things he liked would help with his hardware

[justgabriel]

He shot her a glare as she stole some of his food, mostly out of reflex more than anything else. It wasn't like he was eating much of it or anything. He grabbed his bookmark, saving his place before setting his book down

[electrocutesy]

Spitefully and with an amused smirk, she reached over to steal another piece at his glare, her eyes lighting as his gaze flitted over her body. She thought she saw a spark of appreciation, and instantly she felt less nervous.

And just all the more anxious for later. "Why don't you just make your own lunch?" she ventured.

[justgabriel]

He gave her body one last look over before turning to look up at her face once more. He shrugged his shoulders lightly at her question. "It's not worth the hassle. She likes making lunch for me, why should I take that away from her?"

He didn't mention that the one time he had tried to make his own lunch, his mother had started crying about him not needing her anymore.