“Gabriel?!” you hissed, pulling him from the cafeteria table and into the hallway. “What are you doing here?” The boy laughed and ran a hand through his golden-brown hair, much shorter now that he was a teenager.
“I’m your guardian angel, this is my job!” he replied, sipping his soda. You grabbed the can and tossed it into the nearest trash can.
“We can’t have food outside the caf, you idiot. If you’re gonna pretend to be a student at least pretend to know the rules!” Gabriel grinned at you just as the bell rang. Sighing, you took a hold of his shirt and tugged him to the row of lockers you were standing against. Students began to pour from various classrooms and adjoining hallways into the main one, and you watched as they passed by.
“Who are they?” Gabe asked, pointing as a group of the popular guys walked past, sunglasses and hats still on as they strolled down the hall like they owned the school and everything in it.
“The popular guys. Stay away from them, got it? I don’t want to have to pull your scrawny self away from a fight. You can’t use your powers here, and you sure as hell won’t last in a fight against them.” You rolled your eyes and took his hand, beginning to lead him towards your locker.
“You underestimate me, Y/N! I’m stronger than I look!”
“Sure thing, Gabe. Whatever you say,” you replied, holding back a smile. It’s the thought that counts.