(Gabriel's P.O.V)
"I'm sorry what?" Jonathan asked like he misheard me as he leaned forward in the booth we sat in. We were in the back of the bar and I was telling him what happened earlier.
I sighed and ran my hands through my hair and said it again, "I f*****g walked in on Eleanor m**********g!" I snapped under my breath and his eyes widened and he sat back in his seat and took a sip of his beer. "An-and she was moaning my name," I said and he grimaced.
"Well at least you know she doesn't hate you like you thought," He said trying to fix the awkward air. This was true. I thought she did hate me because ever since her birthday she's been avoiding me. I wasn't sure what I did wrong. Maybe Becca was right, maybe Eleanor didn't want to celebrate her birthday without her mother.
Maybe sh
