6 3.1: Alone (2/2)

I cross my arms across my chest as Sierra lets out a moan, and Mason proceeds to nurture on her neck. Talk about fifty-hundred shades of disturbing.

And finally, the moment that every reader to their romantic story would hate most, Sierra's phone rings (I know it's Sierra's because her ringtone is one of Bazzi's stupid songs). The couple part noisily, and I cringe.

Mason, in his Sierra-messed-up, dark hair, looks behind him, but Sierra pulls him to her by his unbuttoned, white shirt.

”Ignore it-” She whispers, her eyes going all over her hot meal. ”It's probably Rosey-”

My lips and Mason's bruised ones part at her.

”What if she needs something?”

I mean, yeah...Sierra, my eight-year-long best friend, what if?

”I need you-” She murmurs in Mason's ear seductively, and I raise my brows in disappointment.

Wow. That. Bitch. I glance at the frame sitting on her messy bedside table that held our picture on our junior prom, and I resist the urge to knock it down. But then I take a deep breath and remind myself that she doesn't know that I'm dead. And that if I am in her place, horny, and all, I'd probably ignore the caller, and not feel bad about it.

I look at the ground when Mason's fingers find her dress zip, and pull it down. For a second I wonder why God didn't send me fucking earplugs.

I almost cheer when Mason's phone rings this time, and he gets off of her. Sierra pouts and reaches for him, but he shakes his head, and fishes for his phone in his trousers' pockets.

”It could be Mom-” He explains as he stares at the screen that brightens his face a bit, and accentuates his frown. ”It's -uh- Aiden Bracken-?”

Sierra, in her violet lingerie, bites in her lower lip and pushes away the hair that fell over her eyes. She frowns slightly and tilts her head. ”Now? Midnight? That's weird-”

”Yeah-” Mason mutters before clearing his throat and picking up. ”Hey, man-” Sierra crawls next to him as his face falls. ”Yeah-” His voice drops an octave. ”Yeah?” He shakes his head and holds his forehead. ”But, why?”His shoulders slump and Sierra looks curious.

”Babe?” She murmurs, and Mason holds her eyes before looking away.

”Okay, yeah, of course-” Mason mutters. ”I'm so sorry. I can't believe it-” He shakes his head again, and stands up, facing me, but looking down. ”Yeah, you too-”

The call ends, and he looks up at me, his teary, dark eyes digging holes in my soul. He slowly lowers his arm and flinches when Sierra rests a hand on his shoulder. He half-way turns to her, and his lips frown.

Sierra looks uneasy and gulps. ”What happened?”

A few tears tumble down his flushed cheeks, and he shakes his head. ”Rosey-”

”What?” She whispers worriedly, and he wipes away his tears.

”Killed herself-” He chokes on the words, and Sierra looks away, dropping her hand from his shoulder.

”Oh-”

”Yeah-” Mason sniffs, his eyes watering up more. ”I should -uh- I should probably go-”

”No!” Sierra exclaims as I examine her expressionless face. ”Don't leave me like this-”

Mason frowns slightly, his hands fumbling with buttoning his shirt again. ”Like, what?” He shakes his head. ”Rosey. Died. She died-”

Sierra seems more upset, and alert by Mason leaving than my death's news. It is umm...como se dice...amusing. My best friend desperately stands in front of him and stops him from buttoning up his shirt.

I lift my brows and nod at her actions. Mason and Sierra have some intense eye contact before she licks her lower lip, catching his weary attention.

”I can take your pain away-” She murmurs, and Mason looks guiltily at her with blood-shot eyes.

”I've known her for three years-” He sniffs more, and Sierra uses his distraction to get closer to him, and hook her fingers in his trousers' belt loops.

”I've known her for eight-” She whispers to him, and he seems to be aware of how close they are now.

His eyes flicker down, between them, then up at her face. Sierra's lips quirk upwards, knowing that she won him over his grief for me. She slowly unbuttons his pants, and he pants heavily as she gets down on him.

I stand, disgusted beyond words, and hurt beyond thoughts. It is so painful, seeing Sierra so easily put aside my death. It makes me feel drained because I was preparing myself to get sad, and regretful. To just feel miserable, because I thought Sierra would react better than that. I thought I was worth more tears from her side after all we've been through together.

I watch Mason take off his shirt, and carry a grinning Sierra to the bed where they continue the deed.

”Wait-” I hear Sierra pant out from beneath him after a while.

”What-?”

Sierra's arm reaches over her bedside table before she flips down the frame with our photo. I sniff and know that I'm crying again. And God, I never knew one could get heartbroken when he's dead.

Mason doesn't comment, and Sierra switches off the lights. I sigh heavily and sniff more.

Sierra apparently never cared about me too. She tricked me into thinking that she was my best friend. My sister. I thought she actually cared. I thought that the time she spent advising me about shit I'd get into (shit of the boy or school variety), she was doing it from her heart. Like she really wanted to help me.

Did she pity me all that time? Was that why she hung out with me? Or was it Mason who forced her to do so? Mason who actually cared, and genuinely loved spending time with me. Mason who actually shed a tear or two for me.

Oh, God, only you know how this scene would've broken my heart if I had one right now. Is that why you didn't give me one? Did you know that I would get betrayed by my own sister? You knew I was too weak for that, didn't you?

I shake my head and cover my face with my hands. Is this the reason behind all the whispers that went around the school, that I was a lonely bitch, and that no-one can ever like me? I mean, she could've told the whole school, started the rumours.

Maybe she was the reason why my name was a boo to everyone. She knows my every secret.

I part my lips and shake my head at all my vicious thoughts. I mean, what if I am just making assumptions? What if Sierra was just too horny? Why do I always jump to the worst conclusions?

I suddenly feel that my thoughts betrayed the bond I had with Sierra. This thought calms down my fear that Sierra could have been possibly betraying me all that time. I relax a little and remind myself of her genuine summer smiles, and crinkling, hazel eyes. I remind myself of the unGodly amounts of ice cream we'd eat on the nights I'd get my period, and the times she'd cheer for me even when I thought I was being a loser.

It's almost an hour of drowning in my thoughts, and memories when the room falls completely silent. I know they've finally slept, and drag her desk's chair next to her bed.

I sit down and watch her sleep peacefully. She has a diamond face, narrow eyes, plump lips, and straight, shoulder-length, dark hair. I almost reach for her face but instantly remind myself that if I can't feel shit, she definitely still can. I glance at her bedside table and tilt my head at our flipped down frame.

Very carefully, I flip it up again and ignore the condom's wrapper that sits next to it. I am smiling dreamily at our smiles when my vision gets suddenly clouded by darkness.