Chapter 3
"I'm gonna get you yet!" Zac yelled as he frantically pushed the controller's buttons. I was beating him bad and the game was nearing it's end. "NOOOOOOO!" Zac yelled as a "THE END" message flashed on the screen.
"I am awesome!" I yelled, doing a little victory dance.
"Wow, you beat Zac Hanson at 007, what an accomplishment." a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see the most gorgeous creature I'd ever seen looking right at me. I had been so busy playing, I hadn't heard anyone come in.
"Who are you?" I asked. As soon as I'd said it, I began to blush. I hadn't meant to say it out loud. Too late.
"I'm Taylor, Zac's older brother." he said, reaching out to shake my hand.
"Oh, the brownie eater." I said, smiling at Zac. He laughed and Taylor looked at us like we were crazy.
"It's an inside joke." I told Taylor.
He nodded. "So who are you?"
"Oh, I'm Gabriella." I said.
"That a pretty name." He smiled. I couldn't tell if he was flirting or just being friendly. I turned away from him, afraid I would get lost in his blue eyes.
I looked at my watch. "Oh gosh, I completely lost track of time. I better get going."
"Do you wanna stay for dinner?" Zac asked me.
MAN! The one question I hadn't wanted him to ask. I didn't know if I could sit through a whole meal without staring at Taylor.
"Uh yeah...I'll call my dad and ask." I stood up.
Zac showed me where the phone was and I dialed my phone number.
"UHLOO?" was the answer I got.
"Dad? I'm at Zac's house and he invited me to stay for dinner. Can I?"
"Whose house?" he asked. Thank god he wasn't drunk. I didn't want Zac to hear him yelling in a drunken rage over the phone.
"Zac Hanson's. A friend from school."
"I suppose so, but you had best have your butt home no later than eight."
"But dad, it's Friday."
"You hear what I said, Gabriella. Don't argue with me."
I had learned from past experiences not to argue with my father whether he was drunk or sober. "Yes sir."
"Alright. See you at eight." he hung up the phone. That was always how he was. No 'goodbyes' or 'have a good time.' It was always a dial tone.
"I can stay." I told Zac.
"Cool." Zac said. "We're having steamed veggies and mashed potatoes."
"Yum."
"Let's go set the table."
"Okay." I said as he and I went into the kitchen to set the table.
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