*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"Ooh, you like black coffee? Me, too! You know, I can never start a day without it. I could even take two cups a day or more—one in the morning and once at night. But I could still sleep properly, though. No caffeine can ever stop me from closing my eyes." The annoying, noisy, and cheerful girl in red sitting in front of me kept blabbering things while I ate my breakfast, and I did my best in trying to ignore her since I performed a curse on her. But she seems not to believe that I can't see nor hear her anymore. With all honesty, I really didn't know what else to do with her, so she would leave me alone.I took the last bite of my pancake and stood up to head to the sink to wash the dishes I used."I will go with you to school, Syd. And wherever you

*Sydney Roswell's POV*----At precisely ten minutes that I had been carefully answering my math test paper, I almost jumped on my seat when I heard a girl singing at the top of her lungs without caring of anything in the world. I looked at the newcomer who walked in through the closed door while she was still singing with her heart's content and making gestures, and I glared daggers at her. What the f*ck is her problem? What in the world is she trying to do this time?The annoying ghost went on and on and sat on the front table while the teacher was busy typing something on his computer. Honestly, if she's not trying to bother me, I might compliment her remarkable talent, but right now, I need total silence.

*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---"Hi, y'all! Everything is fine. Why are you looking at me like that? I'm doing okay. Should we go home now?" Sydney answered her friends when they went near the bench where we were, and she stood up."Are you sure? If you have any problems, you can always talk to us—any of us, and anytime, Syd." Vidia assured the girl, sounding so worried, and they all walked, heading to the parking lot. I followed behind them while they kept checking out their friend's condition, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. It's because of me that her friends are getting worried about her sanity. But after the help I needed from her, I would stay away or go back to New York City so she could focus on things, especially that the third quarter exams are nex

*Sydney Roswell’s POV*---“You are welcome, Sydney, but… I have just saved you from being targeted for a truth or dare game from the silly, assholeric high school kids. Do you know what I’m saying? The ones in the popular groups… jerks, I mean jocks, those cheerleaders, and Nadia Seymour’s clique. They were playing upstairs.” OJ told me proudly, making me look at her while we walked on the street, and I wondered why she would do it.“Why so?” I curiously asked her, putting both my hands in my jacket’s pockets, and she smiled so wide at me.“Well… You know Nathan Jones, right?” She asked, which made me raise an eyebrow and answered, “Yeah, that jerk basketball player and playboy?”“Exactly! Now, he was dared by Pauline to kiss you. That was why I was in a hurry to ask you to go home with me. I mean, go to your home right away

*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---"You don't know your mother's phone number? What kind of...? Ugh! Never mind." Sydney asked, on her way to give me another shot of insult but dismissed it, and I just nodded my head in response with an apologetic smile on my face. I looked around the busy street, and I noticed that the people on the opposite side of the road from us had been giving weird looks to my companion here.“Well, that’s not a problem. Do you think Grace has her contact number? We could go back to the party. Or if she doesn't have it, we could make her call your dad and ask him for your mother’s number. What do you say?” She answered and was about to head back to where we had left, and I stood up from sitting down on the bench to explain it bette