to be offended. She might have been awkward in high school, but she’d grown into her forehead, and had long since had the braces off. She knew she wasn’t a runway model, but she felt she could hold her own. The guys in New York weren’t complaining.
“Jealous?” Sebastian asked Felicia, whose mouth fell open.
“Me? No way. She can have you.”
“Well, Felicia, that’s indeed her decision to make. So, if you’ll excuse us,” Sebastian said.
Gabriela felt a creeping unease. This was not the way to avoid drama at Lola’s wedding. Gabriela knew Felicia still had a thing for Sebastian and the very last thing she wanted to do was to create some kind of oddball love triangle. I’m not interested, she told herself even as she caught a glance at his strong, bare forearm. He’s toxic, remember? Keep it together, Gabriela.
“Excuse you?” Felicia’s mouth dropped open.
“Actually, no, I...” Gabriela was going to come up with an excuse, something to get her out of Felicia’s line of fire. Seriously, I am not trying to make you jealous.
“Why don’t you just butt out, Felicia? Gabbie and I are talking here.”
Gabbie? Nobody except her New York friends called her Gabbie. Did he know one of them?
“Why’d you call me that?” she asked, suddenly suspicious.
“I think the name fits.” He smiled. Wow, but he was a whole hell of a lot nicer than she remembered. Was he always this nice? Or was he just this nice to her because she was the only available single person here who didn’t outwardly hate him?
“Why are you being nice to her?” Felicia asked.
Gabriela wanted to ask the same thing.
“Why not be nice?”
God, the man was just all sex. Everything he said sounded like an innuendo somehow. Gabriela felt her pulse tick up a notch. Was it getting hot in here? She fanned her face.
“Why not? This is why.” Felicia grabbed her phone. “I’ve got access to the yearbook online. Let me pull up her picture...”
“No!” Gabriela shouted, louder than she intended. “Felicia, don’t do that.” She lunged for the phone, but Felicia skipped out of her way. The last thing Gabriela needed was for her to dredge up her horrible high school yearbook photo. One eye was half-closed and she was wearing a full set of braces. When would Felicia finally stop sabotaging her? Seemed like the answer was never. “Felicia, don’t show him—”
“Here it is!” Felicia cried, triumphant, holding up her phone for Sebastian to see. He glanced at the picture and then at Gabriela, who could feel her face burning. He studied the photo a bit, but said nothing. He didn’t point and laugh. Didn’t tell her how ugly she’d been ten years ago, either. For that, she was grateful.
“Look at her!” Felicia said, tapping her phone. “That hair! Those braces.”
“I wasn’t that bad,” Gabriela protested. She knew she’d been nothing special in high school, but now it was a point of pride. She hadn’t been an ogre in high school. Sure, she was more manicured now, more put together, and she wore makeup now and she’d learned how to wax her eyebrows, but still.
“I think you’re kind of dorky adorable, actually. Look at those pretty brown eyes.” He seemed entirely serious. Could he be?
“Are you kidding me?” Felicia looked like she might explode at any moment. Not good.
“She’s got a great smile,” he added.
“The braces?” Felicia barked.
“The dimples,” he corrected.
Felicia let out an exasperated-sounding sigh.
Rival feelings fought in her heart. Gabriela was glad Sebastian had finally noticed her yet felt ashamed for liking the attention. Why did she care? Why did she want him to notice her at all? Hadn’t she felt at some level him ignoring her was a blessing in disguise?
He grinned at her now, eyes almost teasing and she felt her brain buzz with the attention. Don’t get sucked in by the nice-guy routine. You get close enough, he bites. You know he does. She had a flash of a memory, a mortifying memory, standing by his locker.
“Well, thanks? I think?” Gabriela snuck a look at Felicia, who stewed in her jealousy. Not ideal. She felt color rush to her face and turned away, looking for Lola. Best thing to do was leave, and let Felicia have Sebastian. Lola was sitting in a tiny booth with Marco across the room. She’d have to go break up the lovebirds.
“Gabriela, wait.” Sebastian reached out and touched her arm. His hand felt warm there. “Where are you going?”
“Let her go,” Felicia demanded. “We’ll have more fun without her.”
She and Liv cackled with laughter then. Gabriela thought she was long done with getting kicked around by them, but part of her felt like that awkward fourteen-year-old again.
Gabriela put down her drink and snatched her clipboard off the bar. She walked to Lola, even as behind her, Felicia and Liv closed the gap, pinning Sebastian against the bar. Good, she thought. Less for her to have to deal with.
Lola saw her coming and a small frown line appeared between her eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling her attention away from her groom-to-be.
“Nothing,” Gabriela said. “But, uh, maybe we should go? We’ve got activities.” Gabriela thumped the sheet on her clipboard.
“No! Don’t go,” Marco cried, throwing his arms around his bride in an exaggerated effort to keep her in place. “You just got here!”
“Yes, but it’s your bachelor party. We’re crashing it,” Lola pointed out.
“I want you to crash it.” Marco pulled her closer and nuzzled her neck. She giggled. “Stay longer!”
“But don’t you need a guys’ night?” Gabriela asked, hopeful. “It’s tradition, right?”
“I don’t care about tradition,” Marco said. “I want to be with my bride.” He hugged her closer and Gabriela’s heart sank. Lola sent her a minuscule shrug that said, what can I do?
“What the groom wants, the groom gets,” Sebastian said, appearing beside Gabriela.
Was he going to follow her around this party? In high school, she’d have to set herself on fire to get his attention, and now she couldn’t get rid of him. What the hell? She hugged the clipboard closer to her chest and considered her escape, eyes darting to the two exits. Could she conceivably hide in the bathroom? God, that would be prom all over again. She cringed.
“Why not ditch the clipboard?” Sebastian asked, tapping the silver clip at the top. “You taking attendance? Keeping track of tequila shots?”
“Just trying to keep organized,” Gabriela said. “How else am I going to keep the party on schedule?”
