"Remember that the happiest people are not those getting more, but those giving more." ~H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

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Normally, when you go back to school with a boyfriend, people stare for a bit and move on. Not the girls at my school. It seems now that Abel is even more unavailable, they want him more.

I slam my bag onto the table in the common room, "I swear if one more girl walks up to Abel and starts feeling him up, I'm gonna flip so hard."

"I'm guessing they aren't getting the message that he's a taken boy." Evelyn points out.

"Or they received the message but ignored it." Adds Ana.

"I don't think that helped her Ana." Raphael gives his girlfriend an amused look even though none of this is funny.

"No, it didn't help and it's not funny either Raph. Even more girls than usual are pawing at him like animals. Do they not understand the meaning of relationship? Come on people!" I yell in frustration and lay my head against the table.

"Well, have you seen your man? I have to say that he is probably one of the most attractive guys I have ever seen. If he wasn't completely smitten by you, he'd be the first person on my list."

"That probably helped even less Ran." States Rolo.

"I was just being honest."

"Be a little less honest next time."

Rolo and Rani continue to bicker while the cool surface of the table becomes my friend. I think about how often Abel and I got interrupted just because someone else wanted to talk to him. I'd like to point out that I'm not one of those ridiculously possessive girlfriends-at least I don't think I am-but there's only so much one girl can take.

I'm ripped from my thoughts by the feeling of hands stroking my head. "Hey Brown Eyes."

I only grunt in response.

"What's wrong with her?" He directs this towards the others.

"Your multiple fan girls, that's what's wrong."

Instead of responding, Abel leans his head against the table as well and looks at me. "No one else matters except you Keziah. All I see is you."

In the background, I hear Evelyn tell Israel how cute we are.

"That's not the point Abel." I lift my head from the table, "The point is that you receive an unbelievable amount of attention from the female species even when I'm around! I literally become invisible and ignored. But the worst part is the constant touching. A stroke of your bicep, a hand on your chest. It's absolutely ridiculous and there's pretty much nothing I can do about it without coming across as the crazy psychotic jealous girlfriend." I'm breathing heavily by the end of my rant, feeling more irritated as I talk about it.

I look at Abel and find him smiling slightly. His eyes are sparkling at the idea that I'm jealous. Even though he's trying to hide it, he likes the idea that I'm jealous and despite not liking the feeling very much, I kind of like that he likes I'm jealous. It means that he really doesn't care about anyone else.

"You're so jealous, aren't you?" He asks smugly.

"I think we've already established that." I respond dryly.

He leans in close to me placing his lips right by my ears, "It's so hot when you get like this. It makes me want to kiss you so badly." His warm breath fans against my skin sending a shiver of delight over my body.

Oh boy, he can't say stuff like that to me! How do I even react?

"Um." Is all I manage to say.

He starts to place soft kisses along my neck making me breathless. I eventually realise that we are in school surrounded by several people including my nosey friends. I push Abel away from me, "Don't do that here." I whisper.

"So, am I allowed to do that somewhere else?" He asks cheekily.

"Abel, you're not even listening to what I'm saying." I mumble in frustration.

"I am listening and all I'm hearing is that you're getting jealous over people that don't matter to me at all. You need to relax, I'm with you not them."

Begrudgingly, I nod at him and fiddle with my hair.

Abel grabs my hand and places a chaste kiss on my knuckles making me smile.

Maybe I am overreacting, it's not like Abel has responded to them in any way. Until that happens, then I have no reason to feel so insecure about it.

We both join in the conversation where Rolo seems to be asking more ridiculous questions.

"Would you rather suck on my big toe that hasn't been washed for a month or drink fish tank water with Raphs pee in it?"

"Why you bringing me into this man?" Raph asks him.

"Just go along with it." He responds back.

"That is one of the most gross things you could ask us Rolo." Rani states.

"There is absolutely no way I'm answering that." Ana shakes her head adamantly along with Evelyn.

"If I'm being honest, probably your toe." Israel shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

Evelyn looks at him in disgust. "What?" He asks, "It's only a hypothetical question."

"Rolo, you are disgusting." I say this with such distastefulness and wonder how on earth he's my best friend.

Abel chuckles next to me clearly finding amusement in Rolos behaviour.

"Hey Abel." The sound of a high voice attempting to be seductive has us turning around.

Standing as close to Abel as possible is a girl called Chontelle. Yeah, I know, her names awful; that's all you need to understand how annoying she's going to be. She's wearing a tight mini skirt- if you can even call it that- along with a bright pink tube top. Um, it's November?

Anyway, her bleach blonde hair is pulled back into the highest ponytail possible; it looks so tight, her circulation is probably cut off. And her shoes. They're these silly looking black heels with silver studs. Surely her clothing does not fit within the school's guidelines.

"Hi." Abel responds bluntly.

"I was thinking we could, you know hang out at my place later." She bites her lip in what she probably believes to be attractive but rather makes her look like a rabbit.

"No thanks." Abel doesn't even bother looking at her. Chontelle clearly doesn't get the message and places her hand on his shoulder and starts to rub her hand up and down his arm.

At this point, it's taking all my control to not rip out her fake hair extensions. I mean mine are extensions too but hers look awful. Not the point but still.

I stare across the table and focus on Rani and Ana who are trying to get me to calm down. Raphael, Rolo and Israel just sit there eating their food without a care in the world. Useless beings.

Abel wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close, "I have a girlfriend who's not nearly as fake as you so if you'd be so kind and leave us alone, I would be eternally grateful." Abel casually places a kiss on my temple and plays with my hair focusing on everything except her.

Chontelle gasps loudly and stomps her foot before speeding away. Thank God for that.

Immediately, I feel my body relaxing at his statement and our close contact. I really don't have any reason to be jealous it seems.

I lean against Abel feeling all too happy about what just happened. I smile joyfully at the others before looking up to Abel. He looks down at me and kisses me sweetly on the lips. "No one but you Brown Eyes."

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A/N:
I'm falling in love with Abel myself.

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