Three days have passed since my last talk with Sierra—such a ridiculous and brave thing for me to say that we actually had a conversation when it was just us mocking each other and me slowly going into a momentary stupor because of her.
When I pass by their bakery, I often see her busy serving their customers; she never noticed me stealing a glance inside. I'm not sure what happened in my head, but I immediately got interested in that woman — not because I like her, but rather because I felt a connection with her. I'm at a loss for words on how to explain what kind of 'connection' I was conveying. Maybe she just made such a strong first impression to me that she flipped me hard that I want to grab her attention now. I've never felt this way about any other girls, and it's the first time I've ever felt this way about a girl.
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I never expected our meeting to be followed by another, and every time I deliver fruits to them, she now smiles and greets me. She also pays me visits on occasion when I work the night shift at a store. Sierra and I became close friends, and despite the fact that she frequently only delivered me sarcasm, I still enjoy her company.I recall asking her why she wanted me to be her friend because that didn't seem to be in Sierra McCarthy's mentality, but she just raised her shoulders and replied, 'why not, I'm bored.' Maybe it's Sierra's sarcasm and her ability to be unbothered by everything that I admire about her. And she is also quite unpredictable; one minute I believe I know her, but the next she blows my mind since she shows lots of new things to me every time."You know, you're like a cross between a good boy and a bad boy?" She said that out of nowhere. Whe
I never expected our meeting to be followed by another, and every time I deliver fruits to them, she now smiles and greets me. She also pays me visits on occasion when I work the night shift at a store. Sierra and I became close friends, and despite the fact that she frequently only delivered me sarcasm, I still enjoy her company. I recall asking her why she wanted me to be her friend because that didn't seem to be in Sierra McCarthy's mentality, but she just raised her shoulders and replied, 'why not, I'm bored.' Maybe it's Sierra's sarcasm and her ability to be unbothered by everything that I admire about her. And she is also quite unpredictable; one minute I believe I know her, but the next she blows my mind since she shows lots of new things to me every time. "Stop smoking. It'll slowly destroy your lungs, and if you keep doing it, you might not live unti
Time flies so fast. Sierra and I rarely met—I mean, she was the only one who always found a way to meet me as often as possible, since wherever I worked, she would visit me and remain for a few minutes simply to blab tons of nonsensical stories. She always says that she's bored at their house and that listening to their customers' requests exhausts her so much, and she also told me how upset she is with "Robert," her aunt Jade's suitor, and when she mentioned him, that's when I realized that Robert is the man I saw with Jade at church the last time. Sierra revealed that Robert is already married and has children, and her aunt Jade is aware of it but still allows Robert to pursue her. Sierra's aunt, Jade explained to her that Robert and his wife had broken up more than a year ago and that there's nothing she should worry about, but Sierra was still upset
"How come you ignored me earlier?" The first thing Sierra did was to ask me a question when she dashed inside our convenience shop without me expecting, slamming a bottle of coke into a can on the counter in front of me. But instead of reacting, I maintained my frigid aura and simply stared at her, acting as if I had no idea what she was saying. "That's for 57 cents," I said firmly as I pulled the Coke can from her grasp and scanned it, but she quickly added a chocolate bar and smashed it again on the counter. "One dollar—" "Everson, stop the act! Be honest; if you have a problem with me, tell me right away." Suddenly, her voice became louder, leading the two people who were looking at the things in the aisle to look at us in astonishment. Sierra followed my gaze to
"That's fine with me, son. Whatever path you want to choose, just go for it, okay? Don't insist on something you don't want because it will only cause you problems in the long run. Also, don't think about what I want; think about what you truly want, and I'll always be there to support you. Your future is entirely up to you, not mine." I grinned when I remembered what my mother said to me a few weeks earlier when I told her I wanted to follow the arts rather than continuing to study the STEM (science, technology, engineering, and mathematics) strand. I want to be an architect in the future. I know that my prior strand is already ideal for that, but I feel like I want to broaden my knowledge and learn more about the arts, and I recall what strong man Nero said to me before. I decided that I should take a chance and live my life while I'm still young, so I am here pursuing what my heart wants.
Sierra was completely ignored throughout the entire day of class. Sure, I nodded and shook my head and gave her short answers whenever she asked anything, even questions that aren't important, but I never spoke to her for long. It's a good thing she didn't sit next to me because that would only make my dilemma of avoiding her worse. I concentrated on every subject and made a good impression on our professors by raising my hand and answering in response to every question they threw at us. I don't care if everyone thinks I'm turning into a nerd; I've just poured all my rage on Archer and disappointment on Sierra into every subject. "Are you sure you want to sign up for that?" Troy asked, putting his hand on my shoulder and looking in front of us at Mr. Valeria, the drama club's manager, who is sitting in front of the table assisting all the students who wanted
"For Everson's first film!" Spencer exclaimed and raised his glass of wine, and we followed suit, clanking our glasses. We returned to our seats, while they continued to clap their hands on me while smiling proudly. I simply shook my head but I couldn't hide the smile on my lips. We went bowling and ate at a Japanese restaurant to celebrate my team's film's earlier win, and now we're at Spencer's house, drinking wine that his parents had hidden for a long time. His parents are constantly abroad for their business, and it is so rare for them to spend their time for their son or even stay here. Spencer is always left alone here with their servants and body guards. So we always hang out here because we feel bad for him when he's alone. He also throws parties frequently, but I don't go when virtually everyone in school is invited; I'm not even into parties.
I began it. I was the one who started guessing about Archer's hidden identity and prompted my friends to give their opinions too, thinking that he might have hurt his ex-girlfriends in the past, that he might have had something to do with why they abruptly left Camden Town. I did that because I thought Sierra would be saved from disaster at his hands once George and Spencer warned her about him. But then I shifted into becoming a coward again. I crumpled like a worthless thing no matter how many times I told myself I should be brave and face the monsters. It's just that; my mother's safety crossed my mind once more. And now, I feel like a hypocrite. It's as if they wrapped a chain around my neck and ropes around my hands and ankles, thus turning me into their puppet. When I hear a car's engine from a distan