Gabe slammed the door of his dorm room. He was furious. He had half a mind to go to William about his 'friend' Michael. The other man had practically treated Gabriel as if he were a young child with the way he spoke to him. So patronisingly . Who did he think he was ?
How dare he call me jealous?, Gabe wasn't jealous. Or at least, he tried to convince himself that he wasn't. Michael had, of course, been right. However Gabriel didn't even know that himself yet.
Gabe exhaled irritably. His blood was not boiling anymore, it was however on the verge of bubbling over again. Yet Gabe was now on a more rational level of thought, and he realised that if he were to go to William about this the boy would most likely get mad at him , he favoured that Michael guy too much. He could only hope William wouldn't find out about it from other sources.
How dare he call me jealous?, Gabe wasn't jealous. Or at least, he tried to convince himself that he wasn't. Michael had, of course, been right. However Gabriel didn't even know that himself yet.
Gabe exhaled irritably. His blood was not boiling anymore, it was however on the verge of bubbling over again. Yet Gabe was now on a more rational level of thought, and he realised that if he were to go to William about this the boy would most likely get mad at him , he favoured that Michael guy too much. He could only hope William wouldn't find out about it from other sources.