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Chapter Eight : Just an abnormal guy with a normal life

                                    DENVER.

It's dark as I step out of Cindy's restaurant after paying for the food Sierra and I ate. She was meant to pay though, but she was in such a hurry that she must have forgotten to pay. That or she's some con artist that runs away with an excuse so you can pay for her food. I doubt that but who knows?

It's less chilly outside now that the winter season is coming to an end so I pull on my leather jacket as I walk to my Bentley. I really love the car. I drive home through heavy traffic since people are starting to get back home from work. I arrive at home and take a quick shower and head straight to the kitchen. Believe it or not, I like to cook for myself. Well that has two reasons; one, I don't trust anyone well after my mom's death at least, not even dad. I don't know if I'm just being paranoid or just plain stupid for suspecting my father for shit but there are just some weird things he does that don't sit well with me; like why he is still holding back on attacking the Sevilles. Is there something he's hiding from me? I shake my head vigorously to brush away the thoughts and now I'm thinking about my day today. The way I genuinely smiled and laughed in one day....after all this time I carried out my 'always angry' stunt.

I decide to cook spaghetti as I continue to think about the cause of the smiles and laughter....Sierra. I wonder how I had never noticed her this entire month I've been in this school. Marco the only friend I've made in this school, told me she's new too and I'm not surprised about that in the least. Good thing she's my partner, I could maybe get to know her....of course without talking about myself. When did I even become a person that's interested in getting to know others? Even for Marco, he's my friend but he's the one that approached me and I promise I almost beat him up for even trying to talk to me. Couldn't he just be afraid of me and run away just like every other person in the school...well except the hot-head herself Sierra. Marco and I met in gym class...my first gym class. I was seated on the floor leaning against the wall as the gym teacher kept instructing people to do many exercises and I wasn't ready for that shit. As I was texting on my phone, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I glared at the owner before he smiled at me. "Weirdo." I thought to myself. It went like;

"Yo man, aren't you worried you'll be caught by the teacher just sitting around?" But he's also sitting down next to me which is amusing. "That's funny coming from someone sitting around too." I don't have it in me to chase him away. He laughs. "Yeah...true. So I'm Marcus but you can call me Marco or Marc, whatever. You?" He looks genuine so I give in. A friend around here won't be so bad after all. "I'm Denver." I say and remain silent and Marco just nods. He doesn't over talk so that's a positive sign. We just sit there making small talk until it's time for the next class which we apparently share. Cool. All my life I didn't have friends, maybe gang mates and my parents, if those can be counted as friends so I'm kind of happy I have made my first friend. I'm not admitting that to anyone at all.

     Back to present;
I eat my spaghetti quickly, taking some orange juice from the carton in the refrigerator and drinking straight out of the can. If my mom were here, she would have smacked me upside my head for that. When I'm done with that, I clean up the kitchen and living room then go to my bedroom to get to bed but not before activating all my cameras around the condo and the security alarms. It's around eleven pm now and I decide to retire.

I fall face first on my bed and sleep immediately takes over. I'm still maximising my dreamless peaceful sleep when I hear a shrill sound and jump awake thinking it's the alarm, that someone broke in. I reach for my gun in the drawer of the nightstand next to my bed when I realise it was just my phone. I pick it up to see Marco's name on the screen and groan before swiping to accept the call.

"Son of a bi....." But he cuts me off with a drunken slurring voice.    "Den Den.." I sigh.   "What time is it?" I ask rubbing my temples in agitation knowing I might have to pick him up...again.    "Uhh twelve twenteen..." He continues slurring while giggling like the weirdo he is.