*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*
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"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
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---No room for regrets. Yes, I should have no room for regrets in my system. I don't want to end up staying up all night thinking that I could have done so much more for the person I admire most—to save her, to make a way that, one day, we could be something more than just friends or even just friends, to make me say I did the right thing in helping her, to become who she can lean on when no one else was there for her.Yet... Here I am, standing still for the last few minutes, contemplating what to do, while the gorgeous ghost went to find a way for me to break into their grand palace. Did I regret deciding to take this risk for her? No! Of course!I only never thought that the fence would be so f*cking tall. It could even double my damn height. An
*Olivia Jillian Hunters’ POV*---I sighed in frustration, shaking my head because of my dearest burglar’s carelessness. There were shoes’ dirt tracks on the white tiled floor, heading to the dumb blonde’s hiding place, and it was why Mimi knew someone could have been hiding inside my walk-in closet. And she’s not wrong.I ran back to where Sydney could be, and I saw Mimi with a broom in her hold had been slowly peeking at my hanging dresses and jackets and opening closets here with the hopes to find the thief she was looking for.Hmm, where could Syd have hidden?“Sydney? Where are you?” I called out my companion, and I chuckled as I realized she wouldn’t answer me. Oh, I know what she had been thinking now, that I am the dumbas
*Sydney Roswell’s POV* --- I’m panting, perspiring cold sweats, and panicking when I have tried to rev the motorbike, yet it won’t. “Syd, just leave it and run for your life!” OJ anxiously suggested while keeping on looking for any signs of the person chasing me. “No, Adam will kill me.” I retorted and went down from it to begin pushing it to the highway. Thankfully, there wasn’t anyone running after me. When we were about somewhere on a slope, going down, I hopped on the bike to try to make it start, yet it still won’t, and I presume it has no gas. “I’m going to choke him. He’s a f*cking mechanical engineer, but he can’t fix the freaking fuel gauge of his bike? Ridiculous! And h