A Test of Love, Affection, and the Demonic.

Chapter One

"Sierra!"

I heard a familiar voice call my name. I try to keep walking and bury
my head a little lower to avoid being seen. I'm pushing through the
crowd of people in the school's hallways trying to get to my car.

"Sierra! Wait up a sec!" I push my pace a little faster. I can see my car. I get through the majority of the crowd, through the slow walkers behind the crowd. I push open the doors and even pass my crush, looking at him when he
calls my name but just waving back instead of talking to him like
normal. I point behind me and as if on queue I hear my name shouted
again. He nods and gives me a sympathetic look.

I'm at my car and try to find my keys. And as if God were trying to spite
me, my keys suddenly seemed to have gone missing within the deep dark
cavern of my typical female purse. I outwardly groan to myself in
frustration. I jiggle my purse around and hear my keys bouncing. I
reach in and pull them out finally, right as I feel him tap on my
shoulder.

I sigh silently and mentally plan ways I could kill myself to get out
of talking to him, but physically turn around and smile up at him.
"Hey, Phil. What's up, buddy?" I can even feel the sarcastic friendliness dripping off my words.

"Look, Sierra, I know you don't really want to talk to me right now, but-"

"No, really? I really wanna talk to the guy I was in love with for three years, the one who actually cheated on me with my three best friends!" I snap at him as I look directly into his dark blue eyes. I see the shame in his eyes as soon as I say it, but never once do I feel an ounce of guilt.

"I thought we were over all this. But before you say anything, I really need your help." he makes a move to grab my hand, but I yank my hand away and step back a half step. He sighs a little.

"With what, Phil? I'm sure there are plenty of other people you could get to help you."

"None that know me like you do." I feel a stab of pain at the truth of
his words. We had been best friends ever since we were born. Birthday
twins, actually. Born on the same day around the same time, just
three minutes apart, making me three minutes older. He knew
everything about me and I knew everything about him. Everything.

"Sierra, I have a problem and I'm almost positive you don't want me to talk to
you about it whenever he is coming your way." He spits out the words angrily and glares over my shoulder towards the school. I turn around and see my crush walking towards me. Before Phil and I dated, he knew I liked this guy, Beck. So for obvious reasons, when Phil and I happened, Phil immediately
had a growing hate towards Beck, since Beck seemed to show feelings
towards me,too.

Beck had a look of suspicion on his face as he made his way towards us,
walking slower than his normally slow pace. I look back at Phil. "You
still don't like him?"

"As I've said before., I still love you and hate myself for what I did.
As far as I'm concerned you're still mine, and I'm not about to-"

"Stop right there, Phillip." He has seriously pissed me off and he can
tell. I never use his full name unless I'm pissed.

"Shit, I'm sor-" he begins to apologize.

"I will never, have never, and am never going to be 'yours'. I am not
fucking property, Phillip, and you know exactly how I feel about
that!" I feel my voice rising as well as my temper. "If you want
my help with whatever bullshit you're going through, then you're
going to follow my rules, and I do not have the patience for your
forgetfulness and immaturity!" I glare at him for a few more
seconds before gathering myself, remembering that we have company
just yards away. "If you really need my help . . ."

"I'll call you later today about it. We can meet up later." he said. He
moved closer to me and raised his arms as if to hug me, but moved
away with a hurt look on his face when I back away from him. He walks
back towards the back of the school where he was parked without
saying good bye.