"Michael," Gabby pursed her lower lip, "Don't be mad, don't keep me going, will you?"
"If you want me," Gabby blinked a few times, showing her curvy lashes, "I get sad…"
Gabby looked down as she heard a sigh above her. Before long, he felt his body being pulled and his nose crashing into Michael's broad chest. Even though he had a sore nose, thesmell mint malewas able to calm him down.
Gabby tilted her face and looked down the corridor, "Michael, are you mad at me?"
Michael closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "No."
How could he be mad at Gabby?
At that, Michael was angry with himself and his own way of thinking. She already knew that Gabby could not possibly like or date other men. However, when he saw that woman talking to another boy, an ugly feeling rose in his heart.
She had been waiting for Gabby too long.
Ah, how long does she have to wait for him?
