French Kiss For The Nerd novel Chapter 21

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I pushed Regina away from me and her a death glare. "What the fudge coconuts is wrong with you?! "

"Fudge coconuts? Seriously, Irish? " She laughed and I heard snickers from behind her, then I noticed her minions, Laurel and Mary. Pathetic fools.

"What the hell do you want from me?!"

"What I want from you is to stay away from Gabe! "She said with venom. You could practically see the smokes coming out of her ears and nose.

I snort. "You know pretty well that he is my boyfriend. " I smirked at her. "He doesn't want you, just give up, Reg." I smiled sheepishly at her.

"Stay away, Grey or.... " She was practically boiling more than an electric kettle.

"Or what,Reg?" I said daring her, with a evil smile on my face.

"Don't you call me Reg! And you will surely regret it if you don't stay away. "She flapped her fake hair and walked away with her minions. But not before glaring at me with hatred.

Just so cliche. Queen bitch wants the bad boy. Pathetic slut.

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I had not spoken with Gabe since the time during lunch, not because of what Regina said. I will never listen to her, it was because of what he did in the cafeteria. It was not right for him to touch me or kiss me without my permission. I didn't even like it.

"Pumpkin." What does he want again?!

"Leave me alone, Gabe! "I didn't have to look back to know he was the one. I walked forward without looking back.

"Pumpkin!!!.... Iris??!!!" I quickened my steps and made my way towards the school's entrance. "Pumpkin please... "

I needed to play hard to get so he wouldn't think I am an easy girl and easy to please. I clicked on the remote of the car key and moved towards my car to get in. I felt a hand tug me back, and I came facing Gabe's gorgeous face.

Even when you are angry with him you still call his face gorgeous.

"Fuck off, Cahill. " I tried removing my hand from his grip. I meant tried. What was he made of? Steel? "Gabe, let go! "

"Pumpkin, I said I am sorry." He looked at me with pleading eyes, almost puppy dog face. He looked cute. "I am not cute! "He protested with a little scowl.

I giggled silently. Damn I said that out loud.

Sure did.

Let me just mess with him a little. I have forgiven him about what he did but like I said, let me play hard to get. I bit his arm hard and quickly got into my car as he yelped in pain.

"You sneaky little bitch! "He cried out but with amusement in his eyes. Then I knew he wasn't really insulting me with the word bitch.

"Love you too. " I blew him a kiss and winked at him before driving out of the school's parking lot.

I would tell him I wasn't angry anymore at McDonald's. During gym, Iz suggested we meet at McDonald's after an hour after school, and we all agreed to it.

As soon as I got home, I went to take a shower before changing into a black cropped top and black denim jeans paired with my vans. I decided to keep my bandana in my small gym bag so I will wear it later when I go the warehouse.

Iz and Ivy didn't even bother coming home. It was almost three o'clock before I decide to leave for McDonald's. I walked downstairs doing my hair into French plaits, leaving a few strands of hair curled at each side of my face.

As I walked towards the door, my face caught a piece of note lying on the kitchen Island like a dead meat. I walked towards it and ripped it open without hesitation.

In there, mom told me to go the warehouse with my triplets by six o'clock since there was something big happening.

I sighed. I hated anything that had to do with the gang. I knew I had no choice than to participate. I walked out of the house and shut the door, only to find a sleek black Audi parked in my driveway. And a gorgeous, sexy guy I happen to be fake dating leaned on it, arms crossed.

"What the hell are you doing here, Gabe,?" I was really surprised he was there. I didn't expect him to come to my house even when we were leaving next door.

"You are coming with me to McDonald's! " He said excited and I just shook my head as he looked like a child who was just given ice cream. What was so amusing? Was it my dressing?

Na, my dressing was bad ass. Gabe was just dressed in a plain white T-shirt that clung to his tonned attractive muscles paired with black denims and adidas.

"No, I am not. "I fake snapped and walked towards my car ignoring him.

"You would not go with your car. You have to ride with me, you have to forgive me, pumpkin. "He wrapped his hands around my waist and said. I felt those stupid tingles again.

"Last time I checked Gabe, my name was Irish not pumpkin! Do I look fat to you? " I wasn't even fat the slightest. I was neither fat nor skinny. Not like all those skinny slutty bimbos.