CHAPTER SEVEN
947 Words
MY FAULT—
LUNA’S POV-
At this point, I was starting to think life just enjoyed testing me.
Because somehow…
Another guy entered the picture.
His name?
Gabriel.
And unlike the other three fools—
He was different.
No girlfriend.
No secret relationship.
No complicated “it’s not what it looks like” situation.
At first glance?
He looked better.
Safer.
Less stressful.
But sometimes…
The biggest problems don’t arrive loudly.
They arrive disguised as care.
N: Gabriel was from Amelia's school but didn’t live in the estate. Luna met him through mutual friends and eventually became cool with him and his friend group.
At first, I saw all of them as friends.
Just vibes.
Nothing serious.
But Gabriel?
He acted differently.
Too differently.
Protective.
Overprotective.
Like we were dating—
Except we weren’t.
And that was the annoying part.
At first, I ignored it.
The random jealousy.
The way he acted around other guys.
The unnecessary possessiveness.
Then he started buying me things.
Snacks.
Little gifts.
Random stuff I didn’t even ask for.
And honestly?
I accepted some of it.
Which, looking back now…
Might have been my mistake.
Because suddenly—
It was like he assumed I belonged to him.
And things got weird.
Fast.
Guys would try talking to me and somehow disappear.
Or someone would randomly say—
“Don’t bother, she’s Gabriel’s.”
Excuse me?
Whose?
Because last time I checked—
I didn’t remember applying for ownership.
It irritated me so much.
Like genuinely pissed me off.
Because why were people acting like I was in a relationship I never agreed to?
Then one day—
Gabriel finally asked me out.
And I told him the truth.
Straight.
Clear.
No confusion.
“I only see you as a friend.”
He looked disappointed.
But I thought he understood.
Apparently not.
Because later—
He asked again.
And again.
Three different times.
And every single time?
Same answer.
“No.”
Not because I hated him.
But because I simply didn’t like him like that.
And honestly?
The way he behaved made it worse.
Too controlling.
Too rude.
Too easily angry.
Like somehow everything became my fault.
Then one day—
I found out something that actually made me mad.
Gabriel had been telling people…
We were dating.
Dating.
As in boyfriend and girlfriend.
Meanwhile me?
I knew absolutely nothing about this imaginary relationship.
I was furious.
Like actually furious.
Because what exactly was going on?
You ask me out.
I say no.
Three times.
And somehow in your head—
We are together?
No.
Absolutely not.
And the more time passed—
The more I started disliking him.
Because the real Gabriel started showing.
He would get angry over things I didn’t even do.
Act rude for no reason.
Listen to his friends’ terrible advice instead of actually communicating.
And somehow—
Everything became drama.
If I talked to another guy?
Problem.
If I didn’t reply fast enough?
Problem.
If I looked irritated?
Problem.
At this point, I started wondering—
Did this guy even like me?
Or did he just like the idea of controlling me?
Because there’s a difference.
And one day…
Things got so bad that I finally snapped.
Because Gabriel crossed a line he had absolutely no right crossing.
At first, I tried ignoring everything.
Maybe he would stop.
Maybe I was just overthinking.
But the more time passed—
The more irritated I became.
Gabriel started acting like we were together when we clearly weren’t.
And the annoying thing?
People actually believed him.
One day in school, I was talking to one guy from my class.
Just normal conversation.
Nothing serious.
Then one boy randomly said—
“Ah ah, don’t let Gabriel catch you oh.”
I looked at him confused.
“Catch me doing what?”
He laughed.
“Talking to another guy. Aren’t you his girl?”
I actually paused.
Because…
What?
I laughed awkwardly.
“Who told you that?”
“Everybody knows now.”
Everybody knows?
Knows what exactly?
Because last time I checked—
I rejected him.
Three times.
Not once.
Not twice.
Three.
I was already irritated.
Later that day, I confronted Gabriel.
“Why are people saying we are dating?”
He looked confused at first.
Then laughed like it wasn’t serious.
“I just told some people.”
“Told them what?”
“That you’re my girl.”
I just stared at him.
Like genuinely stared.
Because…
Did this boy hear anything I ever said?
“Gabriel, I literally told you I don’t like you like that.”
He sighed.
“You say that but you still accept things from me.”
And honestly?
That annoyed me.
Because yes, maybe accepting things made him think differently—
But that still didn’t mean we were dating.
I never said yes.
Never agreed to anything.
Never called him my boyfriend.
Nothing.
“Accepting gifts doesn’t mean I’m dating you,” I said.
He got annoyed.
“You always act like I’m forcing you.”
At this point, I was already getting tired.
Because the truth?
I never even liked the way Gabriel behaved.
He was rude sometimes.
Would randomly get angry.
Listen to his friends’ bad advice.
And somehow act like everything was my fault.
One minute he was nice.
Next minute he was angry over something random.
And the possessiveness?
So irritating.
Like why were boys suddenly saying:
“She’s for Gabriel.”
Excuse me?
I’m for who?
Nobody asked me.
Nobody informed me.
Then one day—
Something happened that made me finally start avoiding him completely.
Because this time?
He crossed another line.TO BE CONTINUED
- Writer
