The Long Journey Of Being Unwanted {Editing}

09

Mark

{Unknown}: Hey Mark. It's Sierra. I was wondering if you could hang out after school today.

{Me}: Oh hey Sierra. Sorry I can't I'm going to be hanging out with Bree.

{Unknown}: Oh. It's fine. Have fun with Bree.

{Me}: Thanks

I save her number as a contact.

Sierra

I text Mark about hanging out after school today. After he says no and that he was hanging with Bree I get frustrated. 

"WHAT DOES BREELAND NICOLE MONTOYA HAVE THAT I DON'T?" I yell throwing a pillow on the floor. My brother walks in. 

"What is your problem?" He laughs. 

"Nothing." I mumble getting up and walking to the bathroom. I leave my phone on my bed. When I walk out I see Cameron on my phone. 

"Mark?" He asks wiggling his eyebrows. 

"Who's he?" 

"Only the cutest boy in all of the world." I sigh flopping onto my bed. 

"So you like him? You should ask him out." He suggests. 

"Let me rephrase that... Only the cutest boy in all of the world who has an equally attractive girlfriend." I sigh. He nods and sighs. 

"Nothing last forever." He smiles. I roll my eyes and continue getting ready. I throw on a white crop top, blue ripped skinny jeans, a flannel and white converse. 

"You look like a basic white girl." Cameron laughs. I roll my eyes and grab my back pack. Then I go to the garage and grab my bike. I ride to school and to the back to see Mark locking up his bike. 

"Hey Mark." I smile as I lock mine up. 

"Hey Sierra." He says with a small smile. 

"What's up with you?" I ask frowning. 

"Nothing." He says smiling. I look at him confused and then turn around to see Bree running towards him with arms wide open. 

"MARK!" She squeals running into his arms. "Bree." He smiles picking her up and spinning her. I would say goals but I like Mark. I'm supposed to be goals with him. Not stupid Bree. 

"What was that?" Mark asks. I look at him confused. 

"You said that out loud." Bree frowns. I look at her in embarrassment even though I wasn't embarrassed at all. Maybe now Mark will see it and dump her. That's reality right. Well it was. Until he handed her a box. Not just any box. A box that held a ring. A promise ring. 

"Kill me." I mumble to myself.