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Chapter Seventeen : Complications to complications...

                                   DENVER.

Two months later.....

The 4th of July.

I scoff. The day just had to come, huh? It's my fucking birthday. Yepp my birthday and no one knows except me and maybe dad if he didn't forget. Not even Sierra knows and I know she will be hurt I didn't tell her my birthday but I am not ready to celebrate a day that I hate with my whole life. I was born in a tiny hospital back before my parents got into gangs and there were fireworks going off in the distance a little away from the hospital. I don't remember but mom used to tell me stories of how startled I was when I was born, that the fireworks scared my baby heart, in her words. Apparently I cried uncontrollably and it got worse with every passing firework. The doctors tried to change my room but my mom couldn't have it. She didn't want me away from her, she even told the doctors to bring my crib so I could sleep next to her. She was scared I was going to die due to my endless crying so the doctors did whatever they could and made me comfortable next to my mom. From that day, whenever 4th of July came, we saw it as a normal day. I requested mom so we could instead celebrate my birthday the following day every year. Every one that would ask for my birthday was told 5th of July. Thinking of that makes me realise how much I miss my mother. I really need to find the Seville girl and then I can have who to vent my anger on. But seriously who sets off fireworks near the hospital. That's why I hate this day. Mom said I nearly lost my life because of the fear. Imagine being pushed into the world and the first thing you hear is explosive fireworks. I hate this day. I hate my birthday but most importantly, I hate fireworks. On this day, I usually drown away my sorrows by smoking drugs. It started when I was sixteen when I went to dad's workplace on my birthday and found his men smoking. They invited me to try it and I did and I liked it. From that day, it became a habit that I do every 4th of July. I'm not a druggie or anything, actually I only take drugs once a year, which is today. That means I have to avoid Sia so she doesn't see me at my worst, smoking or she will freak or get the wrong idea and I do not want that.

No school today so I get to stay home and invite the boys over. I hid away some cameras to avoid suspicion from my friends but I'm pretty sure Sia saw them the morning she woke up after staying the night here although she didn't say anything. Sia and I have come so far now but it's so complicated. We can't be together at this rate we're going and what I mean is there is no trust even though we desperately want to trust each other. Thing is I can't tell her about my life, my real life and family and neither can she. She doesn't even talk about her parents or any siblings unless it's something usual like who taught her how to cook or something like that but other than that, it's a high wall around her. I won't be hypocritical to accuse her because I'm in the same boat but it won't be easy and we won't move past friendship or courtship until we trust each other. I like her but that's it period. That's how things work. Anyways, when it comes to my friends, my four friends now. I don't like big groups so we're a group of only five namely Marco, Mike, Jordan, Grayson and I. The top five most talented players on the rugby team as cliche as that sounds, the hottest five in school and I'm not lying, the guys that every girl wants to have. The rest of the teammates are douchebags including John, the guy I met on my way out of the locker room the first day I came for training two months ago. That feels like ages ago because rugby has grown me and now I feel like I've played it my entire life.

I met Mike, Grayson and Jordan the following day I came for training and they were cool. They were friendly and they helped me fit in with the team and sport even though I knew nothing about it. I begun practising with them and Marco and as time passed, we became friends off the field too. Now we're inseparable. I'm still reminiscing when I hear a knock at the door and I check my monitor and see that it's my friends. It's not the first time they're coming here though. I walk to the door and open for them to come in.