Mine Again

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

All I could seem to do was stare. I didn't even realize I was doing it until I saw a hand being waved in front of my face, and heard my mother say, "Sierra? Are you listening to me?"

"Huh?" I said, turning to see my mother looking at me expectantly.

I heard a chuckle in front of me, and without looking I knew it was the boy. He was laughing at me. Great.

"I was just saying that this is Paul and Isabel's son, Tony."

"Who?"

"The neighbors, Sierra."

"Oh." I felt the sudden heat flood my cheeks, and I knew that I had just looked like a complete idiot, besides the fact that I had just been caught staring at that guy---Tony.

When I looked back at him, he looked amused, and simply that. I decided to try to make up for my fumbles, and stuck my hand out to him awkwardly, as I said, "I'm Sierra. Nice to meet you."

He only nodded, ignoring my hand.

Jerk. I thought to myself.

After that, he simply walked away, the smirk still on his face.

But I wasn't done with him yet. I didn't like being ignored. So I rushed after him, and once I was close enough, I tapped on his shoulder lightly, to get his attention.

Again, I was ignored. He didn't even acknowledge that I was there.

"Hey!" I said, suddenly running in front of him and coming to an abrupt halt.

"It's not nice to ignore people, you know," I told him in that smart-alec way of mine.

"Who said I was nice?" was all he replied. It was the first thing he'd said to me, and it was as rude as could be.

Frustrated, I pressed  my lips tightly together, before walking back to my family and the neighbors in a fury.

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By the time Tony came back, the rest of us had nearly finished eating. Earlier, when I had come storming back from the shore of the lake, I had stomped straight up to my room and didn't come back out until my parents threatened me with getting grounded from leaving the house. They may not have cared about me, but they sure as heck loved grounding me. So much for grounding only being something that parents who really cared about you did. Sometimes it seemed they practically egged me on, making me angry so I would do something stupid, just so they could ground me.

Just two obvious words made that theory make sense. Free babysitter. What I didn't understand, though, was that if they disliked me so much, then why in the world did they try to have more kids in the first place? It had never made any sense to me at all.

But all the same, they seemed to love to ground me. And unfortunately for them, I usually kept to myself, so I rarely was.

The last thing I wanted to do was go back out there, and face more humiliation in the hands of that beautiful-----no, ugly----boy. He was the end to my hopes and dreams of an acutally okay summer. I mean, who wouldn't love finding out that the freaking beautiful boy you met on the lake shore earlier lived right next door?That's totally fate, right? Just like it was straight out of a movie or a novel. But of course that obviously wasn't going to be the case here.

Of course.

These were the words that seemed to define my whole life. Ever since I was a little kid, I was always expecting something to happen, something big that would change my world. Something that would change everything around me. That twist of fate, that no one ever expects. 

Except, I was. I was always expecting it. And maybe that in and of itself was the problem. I was always so hung up in the future, maybe so much that I forgot the point of it all. I seemed to forget that I wasn't, in actuality, waiting for my life to start, because it really already had. I just seemed to think that a thing like love, was going to change everything.

How right and wrong I was.