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I shook my head.
“It’s a lack of confidence, self-esteem. If he envies Silas’s strength, then he’s unsure about his own. If he’s envious of Victor’s wealth and what he can give you, it’s because he’s insecure about his lack of money and ability to give you those material things. Gabriel’s greatest weakness is his own perception of himself.”
It was hard for me to picture him as unconfident. “He’s always so vocal,” I said. “His clothes, my clothes. His singing and plays music and his art... Did you know he has a mural on his bedroom walls? Have you seen the others?”
He nodded. “He’s very talented, but he’s always felt lacking when other people around him are better, even if they excel in things he doesn’t personally like or work on. Smarter simply means one studied more. Stronger means someone built muscle. He is smart, but in his own way. Kota may understand physics better than he does, but Gabriel knows fashion and art, colors, design. Not understanding physics doesn’t make him an idiot. It makes him good at being Gabriel. There will always be people better, stronger, faster, as well as people who are weaker and slower. It doesn’t make you better or worse. You are who you are.”
I believed it, especially of Gabriel. “He doesn’t have anything to be envious about.”
“Then tell him so,” he said. He sat up, becoming the steady Mr. Blackbourne I was more familiar with. He straightened his tie and suit coat. “And confide in him. Tell him what you’ve told me. Make him feel like you depend on him and he’ll soon turn around. You’ll see. Do you know what the other side of confidence is?”
I was going to say whatever the opposite of being envious was, but I didn’t know the right word in the moment.
“It’s goodwill,” he said. “Once someone is confident in their own abilities, they no longer turn a jealous eye, envious of others. Instead, they see others as either people to bolster, to help along, or those who can help them when needed. They become supportive. When Gabriel becomes confident, he’ll more likely help you with whatever you want.” He paused and then quickly flashed a millimeter smile at me. “That means trusting him with what you want, so he knows what he’ll be fighting for.”
I breathed in deeply and let it out slowly. I glanced at the time, noting we didn’t have much left. “I wish I could talk to him.”
“Do what you can,” he said. “But no matter what, even when it seems he’s shutting you out, don’t let him. Gabriel isn’t one you leave alone to stew in his own thoughts. You have to draw him out. Gently.”
I nodded. It reminded me of North, who needed to argue sometimes in order to work out his feelings. Gabriel, as unconfident as he was, needed me to pursue him, to show him I cared.
I took out his cell phone, holding it in my hands. “Would it be okay if, just for today, I spent a bit of time texting him? At least until I can talk to him?”
“Given the circumstances, I may change up him holding onto your cell phone, but we’re waiting on Mr. McCoy, who is sitting outside of school, possibly to see if you leave so he can follow.”
My heart sped up. “He won’t come in?”
“He’s parked behind the JROTC building. He seems to be avoiding everyone. We have people keeping an eye on him. So far, he’s done nothing but observe, much like Mr. Morris and the others who follow us around. It doesn’t make sense why he stays; he knows everyone will be busy in school for a few hours. He doesn’t seem to have a purpose for being here. However, just in case, Gabriel is remaining out of class. We’re trying to lure him out.”
“Maybe he’s back working with Mr. Hendricks? It felt like they had fallen out before.”
“I’m not sure who is on whose team,” he said. “You should keep your distance as much as possible. This might be our chance. Mr. McCoy is shakable. We’ll shake until he gives us the information we need, and then he’ll be taken away.”
This was a dangerous time. I needed to focus and find a way to boost Gabriel a bit to get through this. I asked again about it being okay to use Gabriel’s phone to stay in contact with him.
Mr. Blackbourne nodded. He pulled out his own cell phone. “I’ve got some of my own work to do,” he said.
I was quiet for a long time, staring at the screen on Gabriel’s cell phone. I forced myself to look at only the blank screen, not reading other texts or checking out his other apps.
I didn’t know what to say. Mr. Blackbourne wanted me to confide in Gabriel, to make him feel like I needed him.
I did. Seeing him unhappy made me uncertain. If I couldn’t do this with Gabriel, I wouldn’t be happy.
I cared about him. A lot.
I studied that screen for a long time, lost in my own thoughts. I typed something out, lost what I was saying a moment later and then deleted my words. I wanted to tell him how beautiful and smart he was, but I had the feeling he’d dismiss it. Before, when I’d tried to tell him those things, he waved it off. I thought of when someone complemented me. I appreciated it, but it was sometimes difficult to believe.
Eventually, I came up with something. The truth.
Sang: I told Mr. Blackbourne about going to see Lily and how I need you to not be the one to carry my cell phone.
Sang: So you and I could spend the night tonight. I’ve got so much to talk to you about.
Sang: I want to believe we can be one big team together. It wouldn’t be the same if you weren’t in it. I don’t know how you feel.
Sang: I wish I could talk to you now.
It was as good a plea for his help as I could figure out without going overboard. It was completely honest. Mr. Blackbourne was right; I needed to work on my relationships. With Mr. Blackbourne, we’d come to an understanding somehow. With Dr. Green, he and I moved fast in certain ways, slow in others. With Mr. Blackbourne, we were glacial, but it worked. We knew, in time, our relationship would grow. We had to start slow, to avoid hurt feelings. Like yesterday morning, at breakfast, he’d gone a step too fast and I wasn’t ready. We both made mistakes. We’d fix them with time.
With Gabriel, neither of us could keep up with how deep our connection had become, and it warranted more time and discussion. He’d lost people he cared about. He lacked confidence in himself around the others. He simply needed more attention.
Seconds ticked by after my last message. I considered typing in another one. Words flew through my head, but none sounded right. Even what I sent him wasn’t really the best message. I analyzed it over and over.
I considered getting Mr. Blackbourne to see what I’d written and get some suggestions. But then the buzz of the phone surprised me.
I sat up quickly, excited but fumbling for the phone. The bell rang. I collected my bag, waved goodbye to Mr. Blackbourne and headed to the door to wait on Victor.
I didn’t check the phone until I was out in the hall. While I waited, I read.
Gabriel: I don’t know what to do. You should call Lily. She sent a text asking you to call her.
I waited for more but nothing came. That was it.
I wasn’t sure how to feel.
Did he not understand? His message was so solemn. Dismissive. I don’t know. Ask someone else.
I lowered the phone. Maybe Gabriel was more upset than we realized.
TESTS AND TRIALS
I still hadn’t thought of what else to say to Gabriel on the way, and by the time I got into class, Mr. Morris handed out a test, the one which I’d forgotten about. I’d read and reviewed the material Friday, but I should have studied more over the weekend.
“Don’t expect to get away with cheating,” Mr. Morris said. He smelled heavily of cologne today, not quite masking something else. I thought perhaps he’d skipped a shower this morning and was trying to make up for it with the heady scent.
The test was about world history, but my mind was on Gabriel the entire time. My eyes blurred over the words, not connecting. I might have known the material, but wasn’t in the mood for a test. I wanted to find Gabriel and talk to him.
I stared at Victor’s back, wishing he’d turn around, see how uncomfortable I was, and help give me the courage to stand up and leave. I’d never wanted to skip class so much before.
Time dragged. The clock seemed to slow. I would see Gabriel at lunch, I told myself. It wasn’t far away. Still, the seconds ticked by. I forced myself to concentrate and ended up getting finished sooner. It was agony, because I’d have to continue to wait until it was time to go. Now I had nothing to do.
Some students started to turn the tests in.
“When you’re finished, you can sit quietly and read,” Mr. Morris said. “But you cannot use your cell phone. Read a textbook for once in your life.”
I sighed, got up, and stood in the small line to pass in my test papers.
I stared at Mr. Morris as I waited my turn. I’d been told to stay away from him, but I was compelled, for some reason, to speak with him. If McCoy was out of the way, nothing would distract Gabriel. Mr. Morris might know what McCoy was up to. But I wasn’t sure how to ask, and with Victor and North right there...
