Author: Shiroi Hoshi PM
"I downed the rest of the chocolate as quickly as I could, scalding my tongue. I wanted to leave as soon as possible. Deep inside, I knew he was dangerous— but I was drawn to him all the same." When Sierra meets Seereー the epitome of enigma, she is pulled into a maelstrom of mystery, hell, and possibly, self-destruction.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Mystery - Chapters: 8 - Words: 14,000 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 10-24-12 - Published: 09-09-12 - id: 3056956
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Weekend's here! So i have time to update (: Thanks a bunch to Silver Witherwings, MerlinRocks101 and Lila! This is for you! (:
Sunday passed in a blur. Savannah insisted we try the newly opened gelato in town and I ended up spending over ten bucks on three different flavors because it was that addictive. At least I had self-control. The crazy girl spent almost twenty. She would have splurged even more if I hadn't dragged her away from the ecstatic counter girl.
We spent the rest of the day in a little bookshop café tucked in the corner of the street, directly opposite the one I went on Saturday. I kept stealing glances across the street, trying to catch a glimpse of Seere, but I didn't see him. Maybe he only works there Saturdays.
Savannah noticed though, hardly anything escaped her eagle eyes. "What're you looking at? You keep looking away when I'm talking."
"Nothing," I said. "Just checking the weather."
She gave me a look that said she didn't buy my excuse, but that she would let it drop. She launched into a detailed discussion over the newest catalogue in the Vogue magazine after that. I listened, barely; nodding at all the parts I assumed I should give an adequate response to.
When Savannah went to place her third order for a chocolate latte, I got up from our table and wandered to the tall, lone shelf that stood in the corner of the café.
I ran my finger over the spines of the dusty collection. They were mostly classic literature, novels and volumes written in the early nineteen hundreds. I pulled out Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte and thumbed through the pages.
I took the book back to the table and sat down, opening it carefully, not wanting to have to pay for damaging the café's limited edition collection.
Savannah bounced back to the table with her latte, and eyed the book I was holding. "Wuthering Heights?" she set her latte down and turned to the shelf at the corner, walking towards it.
She returned a few minutes later with a paperback version of The Secret Garden. "I've read this a million times, but I can never get bored of it. I saw Edgar Allan Poe. Isn't he your type?"
"Yeah. But I've read his works already. He's good, but too much self pitying if you ask me."
"There was Conan Arthur Doyle too."
"I've read all of Sherlock Holmes."
"Huh. I'm more of the little kiddy kind of books."
"Like the one you're holding," I nodded at her book. "The Secret Garden? I've read it... it was all right, I guess."
"It's more than all right! Don't underestimate the power of little kiddy books!"
"It's not exactly a children's story either," I pointed out. "It's classic literature."
"Stop it. Stop with all these confusing terms and let me read in peace."
"If you insist."
We spent the entire afternoon in the bookshop café, flipping through the collection of books. If I'd known about this place sooner, I would stay there the entire length of every day. This place was paradise, everything that I had been looking for.
They served the best vanilla lattes, had the most complete collection of classic literature that I had ever come across, and the best part was that the place was nearly always empty. There were a few people here and there, but other than that, there was only me, and Savannah.
The bell tinkled lightly and I looked up.
Seere. He entered the café and walked up to the counter in easy strides, wearing jeans, grey long-sleeved shirt and a vague smile. "Espresso," I heard him say, his tenor voice steady and smooth, making me shudder involuntarily.
Savannah noticed how tensed I had become. "Hey?" she said.
I blinked and looked back at her. "What?"
"You're spacing out. Staring at the counter—" she trailed off when she saw Seere. "Oh hey, isn't that the guy you said is from chemistry class?"
"I think so."
"You look smitten."
"Do not," I said, somewhat horrified. I hoped I wasn't. Smitten.
"If you say so."
I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until Seere walked towards our table.
He stopped right beside me and offered me a sort of half smile that made him look both sexy and arrogant. "Hi. Sierra," he said.
"Hi." I swallowed. I could feel my face burning up. Oh my God, I'm really bad with guys. They should just stay away.
"Spending Sunday afternoon reading?" he raised an eyebrow. "You don't seem like a nerd."
"Excuse me," I said, nervousness dissipating at the insult. "This is classic literature."
"I'm sorry. I didn't think you would take that so seriously." His face turned solemn and I felt my panic returning.
"Well…" I turned to look at Savannah, who was watching us, amusement obvious on her face. "It's okay."
"See you tomorrow then," Seere said, his lips quirking upwards before he left the café with another round of tinkling bells.
"So," Savannah leaned across the table while I stared at Seere walking down the street with his Espresso. "That was rather intense."
"He seems to like you."
"Does not." I felt like a little kid then, doing the 'does not, does too' routine with Savannah.
"Does too," Savannah said, right on the dot.
I narrowed my eyes at her and returned to my book, while she tried different ways to bring the subject up again for the rest of the day.
I didn't feel up for school when Monday came around, what with everything that happened throughout the weekend and all. And I haven't done my literature homework, which was due first period.
Savannah seemed happy though. The ice cream seemed to have wiped away all her worries, and most of her common sense as well. She started relating everything in life to ice cream. I had a hard time following her absurd speeches, but I listened anyway.
"Cool right?" she had just finished with her theory on how ice cream induced selective amnesia due to its brain freeze.
"I... don't exactly understand," I answered slowly, "but yeah. Pretty cool."
She beamed at me. "I knew it!"
Silence fell when the teacher entered the classroom. She observed all our sleepy Monday Faces and sighed. "Wake up, class! It's first period Monday, I know. To top it all off it's literature. But I won't permit sleeping."
A few heads lifted from their tabletops, eyelids drooping and blinking. A chorus of groans resonated around the classroom, followed by shuffling of books and papers as we reluctantly took out our materials.
"You all haven't forgotten about the project due at the end of the term, have you?" the teacher asked after we'd greeted her like zombies. "You need to tell me your pairs by the end of this lesson."
Savannah nudged me. "Pair with you?"
The teacher wouldn't accept though. "The two of you together again?" she shook her head. "Last term, you submitted me a twenty word report and failed the project. I will never forget it," she eyed hard at us and I cringed under her gaze. "Why don't you—"
A low clearing of throat interrupted her. I turned around to see Seere, and beside him another boy who always sat at the back of the classroom. "Hi. We're pairing up," the boy said, and I assumed he was also the one who cleared his throat.
"You two as well!" the teacher threw up her hands in irritation. "No, no, no. You two didn't even submit a report last term!"
"Then..." the boy frowned a little.
"Lucas," the teacher said, and a bulb lit in my head. Lucas... Lucas Martin? "You pair with Savannah."
Savannah eyed her new partner with obvious distaste, and raised her eyebrows to show it. She shot me a desperate look.
I was desperate too. I was hoping she wouldn't—
"Sierra, you go with Seere."
—Pair me up with Seere.
"But—" I said.
"And do a good job," she finished. "Dismissed."
She stalked out of the classroom with her books under her arm, leaving me staring after her in distress.
"Oh God," I muttered under my breath.
"Not happy with the arrangement?" Seere's voice drew me back to reality.
"Uhm, no, just..." I sighed irritably.
"You're going to have to put up with me this term."
"Well, same goes for you."
"But you like literature, don't you? Why didn't you do a proper report last term?"
"We forgot about it, and got the submission dates messed up."
"I did mine though."
"She said you didn't submit one?"
"Lucas the bastard didn't contribute, I did it all. So I got pissed and decided not to submit it and fail with him. It was worth it. Did you see his face when she announced the project marks?"
"I've never noticed you two in class much," I said truthfully.
"As I said, we blend in."
We turned to look at Savannah and Lucas. Lucas was smirking at her while she glared.
"Can you stop smiling?" she growled, all traces of the ice cream hangover disappearing.
"Why?" Lucas smiled some more, showing teeth.
"That's disgusting. Get out of here."
He laughed. "I think I'm going to like you."
"Feeling's not mutual."
"Does it matter?" he walked towards Seere, and draped an arm around his shoulders. "Hey buddy. We got ourselves some girls this term."
Seere rolled his eyes. "Good luck taming your girl."
"I heard that!" Savannah rushed forward and grabbed my arm. "Tell your guy to tame his buddy."
I widened my eyes. "What?" I spluttered.
"Since when have you two been going out?" Lucas's smile wavered a little as he looked from me to Seere. "Why didn't you tell me? Man, Seere."
"I'm not obligated to, Luc," Seere drawled.
A flicker of an unnamed emotion crossed Lucas's eyes when Seere said that, and I watched on, curious.
"Don't call me that."
"Oh please, forgive me."
"They're such annoying dicks," Savannah grumbled. "And that bitch teacher," she continued to curse. "What's her problem? At least we submitted a report!"
"Let it go," I sighed.
Maybe a little bit, I was looking forward to working with Seere.
A/N: How was it? Review please! I treasure each and everything you say in them (: THANKS! :D