SILVIA'S POV After Gerald showed up at the hospital with a bruise on his face with the rest of the team, we quickly finished up everything we needed to do. Gerald refused to tell me about how he got the bruise; as a matter of fact, he seemed to be avoiding me. I tried briefing him on what we did in the first half of the project, but he said he preferred Jessica to tutor him.Whatever the hell that meant.And to be honest, I didn’t really ponder much about it, especially with the never-ending questions Jessica kept throwing at me as to why I was lying on a hospital bed. The girl never did shut up. It was like the more I answered her questions, the more curious she became. What annoyed me the most was that I knew she didn’t care about me. To others, it might look like she did. But Paula was not the only one who could read people.Eventually, Jessica let it slide, and we put the finishing touches to our project. I occasionally caught Jessica staring at either me or Gerald, like she was
GERALD'S POV "Hey, Paula, there’s something I need to tell you." was the first thing I said as I entered my apartment. I was beyond exhausted after the events of the day. After Silvia had seen Jessica and I kissing, she vanished once again. She really was a master at that. I couldn’t even look at Jessica once she pulled away from me. I don’t know what made me not push her away. Maybe it was the comfort or the surprise of her actions. Or maybe I was just too stunned to move.I have kissed many girls, but with Jessica it felt different. It felt wrong.I couldn’t get the image of Silvia’s teary eyes out of my head. Why was she crying? Maybe she…. No, she couldn’t have feelings for me. She had a boyfriend, right? God, when did my life get so complicated?"Sure, what’s up?" Paula said, turning around on the high stool before the counter. I couldn’t help but admire how calm and relaxed she looked. She wore a pair of dark baggy jeans and a sweatshirt. Her hair was down and tangled, but she
SILVIA'S POV I groaned after hearing the knock on my door. I really did not want to move, I like where I am. Today has been nothing but a tornado of emotions, and all that is left is the damage. And I mean literal damage. The second I got home, I practically threw everything that I had on me. That included my bag, keys, clothes, and underwear. Then I just sat in the warm bathtub and played with the bubbles.Best stress reliever in the world, I’ll tell you that.And whoever was outside my door only wanted to give me more stress, both physically by getting up to answer the door and emotionally from whatever nonsense was going to come out of their mouth. They didn’t seem like they were willing to leave anytime soon because they have been hammering on my door for the past twenty minutes. My skin was beyond soaked now, and the water was getting cold.With a sigh, I took my time before getting out of the shower and putting on my favorite white, fluffy robe. I made sure to waste as much tim
Silvia’s PovInhaling sharply, I raised my hand and knocked on the familiar white door softly. I don’t know what I was doing at Gerald’s place at the tenth hour of the evening, but it was one of those very few things I did that I just could not explain. Maybe it had something to do with the other night when he showed up at my apartment. The way he looked at me, it hurt. I tried texting him several times but he wouldn’t pick up; he wasn’t in school either, so here I was again. Making sure he was okay.The door flew open, and I was met with a pair of deep blue orbs, but what surprised me was the redness at the corners. His hair was a mess, and he seemed to have more bruises than the last time I saw him. "Are you by any chance an underground boxer?" is what I found myself asking."Something like that," he chuckled as his lips lifted slightly. There was a brief pause between us. The silence was not awkward, but it wasn’t exactly comforting either."Uh, you came to my apartment wanting to
GERALD'S POV Where were these women?!Why was it, when I finally won, that the two of them left? They didn’t even stay to watch my victory. Now I was hauling a three-foot teddy bear all over the park and looking like a lost cow. Where the hell did they go? Were they together? That was highly unlikely, and even if they were, they would probably be killing each other by now. Actually, it would be more like Paula is killing Silvia. She didn’t exactly like Silvia, and she was stronger than her. I had to find them fast.I searched the entire park, and after thirty minutes my feet were killing me, and this teddy bear might as well be half my size. I considered getting rid of it, but then all my hard work would go to waste. Yes, it took a hell lot of concentration to actually hit those bullseyes.I felt a lot lighter when my eyes aligned with a familiar pair of silver eyes. I practically ran towards her; as I got closer to her, I realized that her eyes didn’t stay in one place. They were gl
SILVIA'S POV I haven’t been able to shut my eyes for the past two days.It’s been two days since I did what I did. I couldn’t even admit it to myself. It felt so wrong after I did it. It wasn’t the first time I had done something like that, so why was I feeling this way? Her hatred filled her eyes, and her last words were still embedded in my memory."He will never forgive you for this."He will—that’s if he ever finds out, which he won’t. Whatever it was I was feeling would go soon. I hope.Josiah rubbed my back in an attempt to be comforting, but it wasn’t working. I called him last night and told him I couldn’t sleep, and despite what happened between the both of us two nights ago, he still came. We did not fuck or anything. He just hugged me and told me everything would be fine. He didn’t bother to ask what was wrong with me, and I didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. It felt nice knowing that he would always be there for me regardless of our situation.But I just could
SILVIA'S POV How was this old man Gerald’s father? He looked almost eighty years old. Maybe he adopted Gerald? But they look very much alike. Maybe he was his grandfather? But what was the point of Gerald calling him his father? Maybe he didn’t know his biological father and thought of his grandfather as his father.That was a lot of maybes.It was just so hard to believe. But that doesn’t make it impossible."What are you doing here?" Gerald asked, and I was surprised by the hostility behind his voice. He looked at the old man with so much hate, and although it wasn’t directed at me, it terrified me.The man pursed his lips and gestured around the room with his hand. "I thought I would just drop by and pay a visit to my son and see how he is fairing after his only friend’s death. And from what I see, you seem to be doing just fine. Maybe you just never cared about her as much as everyone thought you did. You really are my son in that aspect, huh?" The man made a terrible sound. I re
GERALD'S POV I am still speechless about what happened. Why the hell did Silvia have a gun? How did she get the courage to throw herself out the window knowing that one bullet was all it took to kill her? And how did she learn to shoot so well? She only shot at them like twice, and they were perfect hits. Something was going on, and I did not like it.That's why I decided to fuck the ball and invite Silvia to my house to talk. I didn’t feel comfortable questioning her on the road, where another one of those goons could just come out and start busting up my glasses with a LED. So here we are, in my living room, with a baseball bat in my hand and a ten-foot distance between Silvia and I."Why do you have a gun?" I started, and I saw her take a step towards me; I raised my bat, and she immediately stopped. I saw the surprise in her eyes, but I wasn’t really going to use it on her. I could never hurt her. But I needed answers.Now."For protection, obviously. Ever since I got shot, I bou