Chapter 17

“Alright everyone. Samuel raised his hands in the air, waving them a few times as he bellowed over the steady noise of the airport. “Stay close together and don’t get lost. We’re almost home!” Standing on the opposite side of the herd of high schoolers, Maria gave individual attention to the students while the tall man made eye contact with her before he turned his attention back to the busy employee at the check in desk. Much like he had on the way to DC he made sure every person’s bags were properly tagged before they were handed off to the airline. That way in the worst case scenario the luggage could be picked up or delivered after arrival back in their home statef.

Gabe watched the man interact with the airline’s employee, calling up each student one at a time to confirm the information on their bag was correct before taking a photo of it. Putting a hand on his stomach that was feeling more than a little queasy. A feeling that didn’t get any better with having the knowledge that he would still have his things if he hadn’t come early on his own, or at least had the forethought to do what his boss was doing. “None would have happened if…” While speaking to himself his voice trailed off as he thought back to the day he arrived.

Angrily recalled the woman behind the counter that day, he wasn’t a large man but she was short even compared to him, perhaps standing only a little over five feet tall. She had a light brown shade to her skin, but with her obviously dyed platinum blonde hair he wasn’t sure of her nationality. What he could remember was her uneasy, patronizing smile as she refused to help him find his lost luggage.

He wasn’t able to grasp just how she got away with being so lazy. She had hardly even looked at her computer as she tried to shoo him off with her pretend apologies. Saying we’re sorry sir, but your bag is not in our files. All she had to do was make a call to the baggage people, he was sure it had just fallen off something, it was a dark navy bag and could easily blend into some shadows, but she didn’t do a damn thing and her supervisor seemed more interested in getting him to go away instead of solving the actual problem.

No call came to the hotel about his bag, or at least none he had been told about, with a sigh he pulled off the bright pink backpack that now belonged to him thanks to Maria spending all the money the airline had given him to replace what had been lost. Everything he wasn’t currently wearing that his sister made him buy was all now in the bag. He would have no use for any of it after today, but his faux mother… The over controlling sister wasn’t going to let him leave it behind or carry it in a trash bag. A place the clothing was very much going to end up as soon as he got home.

Holding the bag in one hand he pressed his lipstick covered lips together in a line. The best thing he could say about it, was that it didn’t have some cartoon character or animal. Pretending to be a teen girl was bad enough, but the alternative option was so much worse, it would have made him feel much more like a child.

Instead the one he ended up with had a pair of cherries that seemed to mock him whenever he looked them over. Outside of the red cherries and green stem, it was just pure pink with a small white accent on the straps and zippers. It was about as girly as a teenager would dare carry.

“Gabriella, you are up next.” Samuel said, glancing behind him and motioning with his hand.

The feminine version of his name raked through his consciousness, it wasn’t like he didn't know how he looked but saying it loud enough for everyone to hear just made him feel as if all eyes were on him. Him, a grown man carrying what he assumed girls would call a pretty pink bag. ‘Becky has a black bag, why wouldn’t Maria let me get something that wouldn’t embarrass me. So unfair!’ He mentally grumbled, positive Sarah was snickering or laughing in his direction. Not being able to teleport the bag onto the plane through sheer **** of will he stepped forward and handed it over.

“Okay.” Sam wrote the girl’s name on a baggage tag in big block letters. “Princess, if you could just fill out your address…” He paused for a moment, doubting she knew where her mother lived by heart. “This is just a backpack, you can carry this on the plane as a carry-on along with your purse if you would like.”

The bag was truly nothing compared to how he was dressed, but something in his mind had fixated on it and he wanted little to nothing to do with it. So he shook his head slowly ready to reject it when the tall man nodded in return as if he understood.

“No problem, I will get your Mom to finish filling this out for you, head on back with the rest of the students. You don’t have to worry your pretty, little head about a thing.” The statement was supposed to reassure the girl, but the second he had said it, he felt like a condescending ass. Ready to correct himself he found the teen girl had wandered off. ‘Clear it up later, need to get everyone moving.’ He told himself, knowing it wouldn’t be the first or last time he had put his foot in his mouth.

After a few minutes of waiting, everyone had finished getting their bags checked in and the group shuffled off towards security. Gabe looked out across the lines that led up to the metal detectors and TSA. More than a few looked like they were taking their job too seriously as they pulled someone out of the line to put them down despite the metal detectors not going off. He didn’t care much for them, though he gave the pompous security guards little mind, or at least he did normally.

Right now his mouth went dry, feeling parched, his stomach churned as he froze in place. Terror ran through him in a way that he thought he might have more of it in him then blood running through his veins. Visions of a stern looking stout woman yanking him out of line and pulling his arm up behind his back as she frog marched him to some private prison area. All the while her cruel voice rang out loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Why is a man, as pathetic as you are, wearing girl's clothes? Are you pretending to be a girl? Wait!? Are you with those students? God this is a sex thing isn’t it? For the sake of the children I’m going to have to call the police and have you arrested. Not even sure why you thought this would work, fucking pathetic pervert.”

The scenario rolled on in his mind as she tossed him into a mostly stark white room, bars closing behind her as she stepped in and turned on a camera that sat on a tripod. Pressing him up against the wall she roughly pawed her meaty hands on him, crashing the padded bra and causing tissues to spill out on the floor. ‘She… they… she, she will know I’m just some deviant crossdresser… she is going to grab my crotch and…’ Gabriel’s mind didn’t finish the thought as he felt his knees go weak, now a hundred percent positive the truth was about to be found out that he was just some man posing as a girl and there was no way he could tell them it was innocent as more of his story came out.

Clutching his hands around the sturdy metal cage around the trash bin next to the line his knuckles went white as he held on for dear life. The walls seemingly started to close in on him, his eyes losing focus of the world around him as his mind tried desperately to form an plan that didn’t have him arrested and put on a list. ‘I can run… I can… No, no, no, no. I gave the airline Gabby’s clothes… my only clothes. I don’t have any money, I don’t have any money.’ It didn’t seem like a viable option to run out into the streets of DC wearing a dress with tights and just showing up at his friend's house asking, pleading for help. Him and his wife would no doubt call the police on him as well if he told them what he had done, doubly so after he didn’t show up for the interview.

“Gabby, what’s wrong?” Becky asked, seeing her friend slowly slide to the floor, one of her hands still clutching on the rim of the trash can. “Gabby?” She touched the Hispanic girl’s shoulder, finding no response. “Okay, okay.” The teen said to herself, turning and moving to her teacher as quickly as she could. “Miss DeLeon, Miss DeLeon! It's Gabby, she collapsed to the floor!”

If Gabe had any presence of mind of what was going on around him he would have tried to crawl into the trash can to avoid everyone’s gaze. While Becky had gone to get help, Sarah only rolled her eyes, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. “Slut is just full of drama.”

Not everyone of course was aware of what was going on, some had moved on in the line, random people in the airport separating part of the group as they got ushered through different parts of the security check line. Maria, hearing what her student was saying looked at her with confusion before going to inspect what was going on. Her little brother had caused her all sorts of trouble and headaches over the years, but one thing always held true. Gabriel DeLeon never wanted to appear weak, so it caught her by surprise to see him looking like they were on the verge of breaking down into a fit of tears.

Getting down on one knee she put her purse on the ground next to her, putting one hand on his shoulder and the other gently resting on his chin as she moved his head to look at her. “There, there. It’s okay, it's okay. You will be fine.” She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on and didn’t dare say something that would break the fragile illusion she had been trying to cast in order to keep the ruse going. Turning her head she looked up at the darked haired teen that had brought this to her attention. “Why don’t you move on ahead and let Samual… Mr Banks know we will catch right up.”

Not remembering sitting on the ground, Gabe let go of the trash can and tried to shift away from his sister, but didn’t put much effort into it as he whispered. “No I… I’m not.” Gabriel could barely get the words out of his mouth, like he’d forgotten how to speak. “It’s over. I’m dead. They’re gonna know and it’ll be all over.”

Keeping her hands where they were, Maria looked out across the line and to the security at the airport and understood her siblings' crumbling mental state, or at least had some understanding. Pulling back slightly she took in his current appearance. Black lycra long sleeved turtle neck that clung to his body and fake feminine curves.

The blouse ended just high enough that a small amount of skin could be seen between it and the skirt of the gray pinafore that had a black plaid pattern across it. The purple pantyhose that clung to his smooth legs and the simple black faux leather ballet slippers. She had given him a more subtle makeup today after admonishing him for once more not removing the makeup before bed, warning him about clogged pores. Her brother had been so exhausted when she went to help him get ready that he didn’t even put up a fuss when she made him put on a pair of purple pantyhose. Only mumbling the slightest of protests.

“Ellas me hacen ver juvinile.” He said, complaining about how they made him look childish.

All Maria had done was tap the tip of his nose, and told her faux daughter to behave like the good girl she knew she was. The entire thing had amused her, the last bit she thought was going to come from this insane chaos he had brought to the trip. Now though she felt more than a little bad for him and so she reached down and gave him a warm hug, pulling his smaller frame into her embrace to press against her chest. “It’s going to be ok.” she pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, so that he had someone to focus on. “I promise you, it’s going to be ok. They won’t know.”

It had been her job growing up to be there for her little brother, to watch over him while their madre was off at work and while the person in her arms didn’t appear to be her brother she felt the same protective instincts she had, like the day he had wandered off at the mall. She had found him not but twenty minutes later in a video game store, she had been terrified that she had lost him, that something had happened to him. All that exploded in her with fury and relief when she found him and right now it was like she had lost him all over again.

“Bu-” As Gabe attempted to voice his anxiety, Maria gently helped him up to his feet and led him into the girl’s bathroom, gently making him remember his voice training under these anxious moments. It wasn’t till he was out of sight of the security line did he feel any relief, though it was only a small part of his anxiety that lessened.

With an arm around his side Maria escorted him to the far end of the bathroom, with his back to the mirror. Thankful that the only other person there was on their way out, she put her purse down on the counter, pulling out a small baggie that had a makeup sponge and some foundation.

“How? I’m…” Gabe barely had the wherewithal to stop himself from flinching away from his sister's hands as she touched up his foundation before moving on to his eyeliner. A tissue in her hands and a pencil in the other, it was hard not to pull away when a pointed object was moved towards his eye.

Tilting her head slightly while appraising her canvas, Maria gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “A beautiful young girl and that's all they’ll see.” She could see her sibling smile, it was a pretty but sad thing, looking as if it could crumble away any second. ‘God he is terrified.’ It was a cold feeling in her gut, knowing she had a hand in creating this mess. She could easily justify laying the blame at his feet and thought it more than fair to do so. Yet she loved the little shit and couldn’t stand to see him acting so fragile. “Alright, I want you to listen to me. We will get through this, all you have to do is follow my directions.”

She thought about how she had talked would-be actors off a cliff just before a performance where they were refusing to go on stage. This wasn’t exactly stage fright, but she believed it was similar enough. “I want you to take a deep breath. No, I'm being serious, and not the half-assed breath you give when the doctor checks you. Take a deep breath…”

She drew out the word before taking a deep breath herself. Chest out, she held the breath. “Hold it in and then slowly exhale. Let it all out till you feel like there’s not a drop of air in your body.” Again she did as she instructed him to do. “Good. Do it again. Innnnn. Hold. Ooouuut. Think of nothing but the breath, just the air in your lungs, in and out.”

‘Breath, just… air in, air out.’ Gabe thought, pressing a hand to his still queasy stomach. He continued to do so for just over a minute, some of the anxiety slipping away. It wasn’t that any of the issues went away, it was just a matter of what his mind was stuck focusing on, or hyper fixating on in this case “Helpful, but…” Gabriel nodded along with his own words, stopping when his sister held up her hand.

“Hija.” Maria said with just a hint of steel in her voice. She wanted to remind him of who he was supposed to be and him directing some anger or irritation her way would help distract him. “That is just step one, I know what and who is outside these doors waiting for us. We are going to just simply walk through security without an issue, because you are my daughter and that is all they will see. Now, if you want my words to be prophetic you will need to trust me. I know we’ve had our problems this weekend, but if you want to get through this, you have to work with me here.” Looking at him in his golden colored eyes, pausing to get his answer.

Gabe nodded, he didn’t hear any of the tell tale signs of snark in her voice or a command like when she desperately wanted to control him. She got under his skin, a lot of people did, but through it all he loved her. Family just had a way of twisting you into knots.

“Ok, good. Now listen, all this is, is a performance. It’s theater. These people aren't psychic. They look for shifty people because shifty people are nervous and worried about getting caught. That makes them stand out and you are only going to stand out because you are a pretty girl with her beautiful mother.” Maria said with a cheeky smile. “You need to fully embrace the role you're playing. Stay in character at all times. If you believe you are who you say you are, then so will they.”

Gabe gave his sister a skeptical expression, the same type he gave her when she said her job was fulfilling. Still there wasn’t any getting out of his situation at that moment, or at least his panicked mind couldn’t find a path to freedom, so with little choice was going to go along with it all.

A few days wearing feminine clothing had not made him used to them in the slightest, it all added to his anxiety, like today he had the privilege of wearing hose for the first time out and about. Scrunching up his toes inside the black ballerina flats his purple panthose encased toes slid along the inside lining a feeling he wasn’t familiar with, but the garment held him tight, compressing his legs in a not so horrible way.

Placing what she hoped was a reassuring hand on his shoulder, feeling the bra strap under the pinafore and blouse he had on she kept a positive look on her face. “So we’re going to keep those breaths going. Innn... Hold. ooout.” Maria nodded as she spoke, seeing her feminized sibling nodding along in turn like how a child might. She couldn’t remember him ever being so agreeable in her life and didn’t expect to see it again any time soon.

“Now, instead of thinking about breathing you are going to repeat after me. First you say it out loud, then you think it. Now say… I am a seventeen year old girl. I am on a class field trip. I am going home.” She paused as he took a deep breath before adding to it. “That is the truth. That is your truth, that is my truth. You are my loving daughter. If you believe it you can make others believe it too.” Gabe had done a fantastic job, not a perfect one but had done well enough to pass as a teen when hanging around other teens so far. A big part of that was they have all been prepped to believe Gabriella was an outsider, one that wasn’t adjusted to speaking to them. Still, she was worried.

A shudder ran through Gabe, but he didn’t snap back at her like his pride wanted him to. His instincts told him to make sure she and everyone knew he was a man, but that attitude wasn’t going to save him. So he had to trust Maria. “I’m seventeen. I’m a seventeen year old girl. I’m a seventeen year old school girl who is just going on a fieldtrip. I’m now flying back home. I’m seventeen and I'm taking a plane back home with my Madre.” The more he breathed in and repeated what she said the calmer he grew. The repetition gave him something else to put his full attention into.

“Good hija, good. Now tell me, does my little girl have a frown on her face or is she a happy girl?”

Opening his mouth Gabe touched his tongue to his lips, tasting the lipstick there as he paused before making a conscious effort to smile. ‘She would smile, she is supposed to be an airhead, Gabriella is just a bimbo airhead with few thoughts.’ That hadn’t exactly been the description that had been worked out for who he was pretending to be, but that was the one he had internalized. Picturing Gabriella, or Gabby as exactly the kind of girl he hated having in his classroom.

“Good. Now who are you?” The smile on his face appeared genuine enough to her, she just needed to coach him to stay in character. For all his faults she could see her brother had a talent for acting, he just needed a little help bringing it to the surface and keeping it or the character there. Gabriel had little respect for what she did and complained about what he had to do as a teacher.

Saying how with his education he should be working somewhere proper, a place where he could take that next step to have a real career. The passion she had just wasn’t in him and it made her pity him to a point that he could be a new teacher and be so bitter. All while having the raw talent to walk down a Hollywood red carpet if he was lucky enough to get a big break.

“I’m Gabriella DeLeon, you’re daughter. I’m seventeen years old and I'm flying back home to Nevada with my Mami.” Using the voice he had practiced, saying those words didn’t exactly make the crossdressed man feel comfortable, but after he said them out loud he repeated them mentally.

“Good, and how does my Gabriella feel about going through the security checkpoint?”

“She…” Gabe stopped talking when his sister held one finger up with a raised eyebrow. ‘I am Gabriella, Gabriella is me. I’m Gabriella… Gabby and Gabby is me.’ Swallowing the saliva in his mouth he continued. “I feel… Good. Because I’m the center of attention, everyone is going to be looking at me and I love it when people admire me.”

While he was speaking to Maria he wasn’t really looking at her, mostly internalizing everything. ‘Shallow and dumb, she is… I am Gabby, a happy girl.’ A strange sense came over Gabe, like he was betraying himself. He was wrong, looking like a girl was wrong. It was the kind of sense that made him feel uncomfortable in a nonphysical way. Still he pushed that down, trying to focus on his motivations. Gabriella had her own motivations and her motivations needed to be his own.

Maria snickered a little as she heard the rather bimbo-y reasoning her daughter had given her, but what really mattered was that Gabriella believed it, not whether or not it was pushing feminism back a decade or two. “Good, now remember, you are my beautiful daughter and we are on our way to see your abuela.” Just as she had started to speak, the bathroom door opened and a middle aged woman came in, giving a soft smile as she went into one of the stalls. Unable to have any more privacy and feeling grateful to have gotten the time they had she turned her faux daughter to face the mirror, whispering to her. “Just ask yourself, what would Gabriella do and you will be fine, now who do you see?”

In the mirror Gabe saw two women, both pretty and obviously related. The younger of the two a good three inches shorter than her mother and both looking like they either dressed up for their flight or just dressed that way daily. “I see… I see me! Annnnd I see you!”

With a chipper expression on his face, Gabe got back into line and looked out across the different people. No one was really paying him any mind, while before he felt like everyone’s eyes were on him. When one of the airport security guards looked in his direction he found himself freezing in place momentarily the breath caught in his throat. Yet no cries came out to arrest him, only being smiled at in return he raised his hand to wave at the older man with his. ‘Gabriella, you got this.’ He purposely referred to himself mentally with the teen girl’s name to drive home who he had to be right now.

Getting their own place in line the two found a few of the students, Sarah, Jennifer and Becky waiting, Sarah looking annoyed while the others seemed concerned. “Are you okay? Becks said you fell down!” Jennifer clutched her hands in half fists up to her chest while looking at the new girl with concern on her face. She had ignored Sarah when she had referred to Gabby as a skank, the two of them had given her a hard enough time at the start of the trip and she didn’t see a good reason to backslide just because her blonde friend’s ego was hurt.

Shifting slightly, Rebecca glanced over at Jennifer, then back to Gabby. She went by the nickname Becky most of the time, Becks was just a new one on her and it came from someone she didn’t consider a friend. The red headed girl seemed like a hanger on to Sarah, someone she was not a fan of. “Yeah, we were worried.” She thought the word, we, was doing some heavy lifting considering Sarah had scoffed at the idea of waiting, she didn’t want to, didn’t need to and yet still had stuck around.

Reaching over, Maria took her faux daughter’s hand in her own and gave the girls a smile. It genuinely made her happy to see them showing empathy for others, not a trait that was universal in kids still growing in maturity. Still what Gabriel had done when he felt overwhelmed needed an explanation. “She is afraid of flying and well…” Maria glanced at her feminine brother, glad to still be able to have a little fun with this now that he wasn’t losing his mind. “That and some bad cramps are making her morning a little rough.”

Gabriel snapped his head to the side to look at his sister, wanting to ask her what the fuck she was talking about, the insinuation that he was on his period making his eyes grow wide and a healthy blush of embarrassment to come to his cheeks. Girls in his class always used that as an excuse to be excused to use the restroom. Gabe didn’t buy it, but he also had zero interest in talking about the taboo subject.

The embarrassed look came out clear, but it was interpreted by the others as more of a thing a teen didn’t want their mother discussing openly with others. Not wanting her statement to be the end all be all on what was going on he shuffled his feet. Thankful that he wasn’t wearing heels, not that the shoes he had were even close to gender neutral. “I ah.” He reminded himself that Gabby was not supposed to be fluent in English. “Jaqueca.” the dress wearing man said while tapping his head.

“Headache? Aww!” Jennifer made the sympathetic sound as dug through her purse. “We all have been there, hold on, I think I have something.” The girl was the type to be prepared and gathered some pills together for a **** cocktail. Midol for the cramps, aspirin and klonopin to help the poor girl with her fear of flying. She took the mood altering **** as needed, the medication stayed in her system longer and allowed her to get off a daily dose of Xanax. “This should help.”

The few pills landed in Gabe’s hand and he just tossed them back, not needing anything to drink to get them down. He paid no mind to the pills themselves, happy to have something to relieve the light throbbing in his head and making an active choice to not think about what else she might have given him, assuming it was something girls took for their periods. ‘Thanks sis…’ He thought sarcastically, before asking himself the important question of ‘What would Gabby do while waiting in line?’

Never having considered such a thing he felt the little white purse hanging at his side and how his sister's purse had been the first thing she reached into when they got into the bathroom earlier. Using her as an inspiration, he took out a compact mirror to pretend to inspect his face for touch ups. In the little round mirror he could see his makeup covered face and happy expression and closed the lid before putting it back in the purse. It seemed just like something girls would do, not that he had seen any of the girls he had been around on the trip do such a thing outside of the restroom. Yet his mind latched on it and repeated the act once more before getting near the end of the line.

One of the TSA guards stood next to a podium, mostly waving as people passed as they repeated the same instructions over and over again. Telling people to remove their shoes, put them in a bin with their bag and put it on the conveyor belt and to continue moving. She looked out for subtle clues to the people in the line for anyone that might need to be sent for a deeper inspection.

One group coming up to her was a small gaggle of girls, three caucasian and one hispanic with an older woman in late twenties, early thirties. Her, also hispanic, with a resemblance to the teen. When her eyes looked over the group the latino girl looked right back with the happiest little smile. It was the kind of smile that she hadn’t worn since she had started having to pay bills. Waving them through she repeated herself once more to keep the line moving.

‘Gabriella, I’m Gabriella. I like shopping, boys, clothes and shoes and boys. Gabriella, I’m Gabriella…’ Gabe repeated in his mind like a mantra. Panic had struck him once more as he got close to the x-ray machine, but the female guard just waved him past. He wanted to bolt to get to the other side as fast as he could in his purple shaded hosed feet, but he didn’t dare do so. Not wanting to draw anyone’s eye, he walked as Maria had taught him to move in his heels. Practically gliding, rolling his hips he got to the other end without anyone yelling for him to stop.

A sense of relief came over him, putting one hand on the machine Gabe took another deep breath in, repeating what he had been told to think. That was when he almost jumped out of skin.

“Move along!” Gabriel heard the stern voice of yet another agent that had him doing just that, making him miss the fact the man rolled his eyes at the girl who had stopped walking and blocking the path of others. smiled as she walked through the metal detector with a bit of a strut like she was on a runway. The security guard just rolled her eyes at the silly girl and sternly told her to just grab her stuff and not hold up the line anymore. He watched her skedaddle off, grabbing her purse and shoes from a bin before moving off to a group of others that appeared to be around the same age.

From the outside it all seemed like getting through security was a guaranteed success, but from the DeLeon siblings point of view it felt like a rollercoaster of stress. Once more Maria took Gabe’s hand in her own, this time instead of just giving it a comforting squeeze she lifted his hand up to give it a kiss. “Good job hija, I told you everything would be fine. Now you stay right here, I need to check in with the others.” She said, moving along the group of students to see if anyone needed anything before they moved on to the gate.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll get you next time.” The amount of stress that lifted off of Gabe when he made it through made him feel like a deflated balloon, intact, but spent. Then when he heard the familiar voice of Sarah he turned to her, unsure of what she meant. That is until he noticed she had motioned to the security guards. Suddenly that panic, that wasn’t so much of an old friend as an enemy he wanted to stay away from, all came back to grip him. ‘Does she know? How long had she known? Shit, shit shit!’

Seeing the bewildered expression on the Spanish girl’s face, one with traces of fear seemed to be a common look for the brain dead girl far as Sarah could tell. It was said she didn’t fully speak English, something she thought was stupid if she was going to come here to America, but still she wasn’t so sure if people just didn’t think that because she was an idiot. “I’m sure someone like you will be taken back to Mexico where you belong.” Sarah spat. After she had given the little slut a chance and had been nice to her, what did she get? Disrespect, the little tart didn’t understand boundaries.

“Que?” Gabe asked, it wasn’t the first time he had heard someone say something like that, but it had never been directed at him. The blonde girl wasn’t exactly the best of his students, something he believed had a lot to do with how most teen girls were more interested in their makeup or whatever it was. That wasn't’ a universal truth, some of his female students didn't’ seem to care at all about their appearance, but he didn’t trouble himself to think about his students most days other than their grades, if he could help it.

Still this girl had been mean, down right cruel and then suddenly kind only to turn cruel again. It was enough for him to get whiplash. Answering her in Spanish when she made a statement about going back to Mexico felt like the wrong answer.

He wanted to ask her what her issue was, but he did recall how she stared daggers at him that morning. When he had woken up in the same bed as the boys, there she was across from him looking at him like she was a predator and he was her prey.

Where he slept didn’t seem like a big deal, at worst he guessed she could be mad at him because he got to sleep in their bed. Considering what she had done with both of those boys in the bathroom he reconsidered her anger and was much happier to have it then let whatever she had planned that night happen. ‘If she is mad at me for sleeping in that bed, that more than likely means she had intended to slip over in the middle of the night herself and do…’ Gabe silenced the thought, not liking the idea of where it was going.

The disguised man had no idea how Sarah truly felt, thinking of Gabby as a whore. Everyone at one point had talked about the girl, how she tried to sit on one boy’s lap at dinner. Some were saying she was grinding into him, something she could believe considering she practically tried to ride Jake when she sat in his lap.

Then there was the rumor about her giving a blow job to Bryan. Sure she had given him a handy, but that was just self-preservation, it wasn’t like she put his cock in her mouth in the middle of a museum like some slut with no decorum. She would normally try to stoke the rumor mill against her, but she was creating a reputation all on her own. Still she considered the bitch fair game.