*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*
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"Yeeeeet! Come on, Sydney! We know you do." Vidia taunted the blushing blondie, and I just couldn't help but feel all shocked about what I was hearing. Are those true?
"Where the hell did you get the idea of that? That's absurd! It's not freaking true." She retorted, a bit angry, and glared at the girl sitting on my left, Emma, who shook her head vigorously, saying, "I didn't say sh*t."
What the heck is happening? Do these people think that Sydney has a thing on me? That she's gay? Like... She likes me? Is it? Wow!
"Really? Not even just a crush?" Kevin asked, and I could see him in the mirror, smiling so wide while focusing his gaze on the road.
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*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.
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"So... What's your price, Syd? Name anything." OJ asked me as she sat beside me on my left on the bench where I first noticed her yesterday. I turned my head to look at her after I waved goodbye to Yasmine. We just finished our afternoon tutoring session, and here I am, stuck with a ghost."Price? For what? I haven't agreed that I'm going to help you, did I?" I answered and heard her let out a soft laugh and answered, "Right. But I'm sure you are going to help me, whether you like it or not. Or else you would be pestered by me throughout the whole week until God knows when.""Mhmm. Well, you still have to answer one question for me to know if you are OJ." I uttered, and she snapped her head to see if I was kidding or what.
*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* --- "What the f*ck are you still doing here? Get the hell out, you perverted ghost!" I screamed in intense outrage and shock when OJ walked into me and saw me wearing nothing but my birthday suit. I quickly wrapped myself in a bathrobe and was about to walk out. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to... I... I'm going out. Don't worry. I didn't see anything." She retorted and passed through the closed door, and I let out a scuff as I opened it. "Oh, really? What are you? Blind?" I sarcastically asked her and went to my closet to look for clothes I would wear. I heard her let out a nervous laugh, and I turned to look at her with my sharp stare as she spoke, stammering. "I... No. I just... Damn, I need to for
*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*---“I’m telling the truth, Sir! Please, you need to listen. Your daughter’s ghost is right here with me, Mr. Hunters. She has been begging me since yesterday to help her tell you that you shouldn’t let her die. Please! You have to believe me. F*ck it! He hung up again.” Sydney kept begging my father and explaining, yet she has been hanged up for the third time now.She dialed his number again with her face showing that she was losing her temper; she was worried, panicking, and had many more emotions that I could not point out. I just wish my father could hear me.She waited for it to ring while walking back and forth, but then she rubbed the back of her neck and looked at me in horror.
*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
*Olivia Jillian Hunters’ POV* --- “They got into a car accident at the same highway crossing you had, Oj. No one knew it would happen because it was an accident, of course. Dad died on the spot, while Mom… She was rushed to the hospital. I still got a chance to see her and talk to her.” Sydney began after saying hi to her parents and introducing me to them. Then she sat, crossing her legs, in front of their tombstone, and I looked at her face. I saw how a warm smile crept on her face, and she continued, “She told me not to be sad, that I shouldn’t cry, and I need to be strong even if both of them will leave me behind. But I did cry, I felt sad, and I became vulnerable. I’m just human. But what I had put in my mind that Mom had told me before her final breath was… I should live my life doing the things that could make me