She Was Like Magic ✓

Chapter 8: Presents

Sierra

INCOMING CALL: ARI

"Hello?"

"Hi Sierra"

"What's up?"

"Errr...nothing. Never mind"

I rolled my eyes "Ari what is it?"

"Nah, its fine. Its stupid. Forget I called"

"Ari, don't you dare hang up on me or I will march to your flat" I raised my voice and threatened him.

"Geez girl! Okay! I mean you've done it once, you don't need to do it again and again!" he shouted in a panicked voice until he changed his tune "unless of course you can't get enough of me"

"Okay, now I am hanging up" I deadpanned.

"Okay, sorry! I won't do it again" he quickly said. 

I smirked "Good boy!" I said in a patronising tone "Okay, what is it?"

"My sister's birthday is coming up and I kinda need you to help me pick a gift" he mumbled.

"Thats it?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah" there was silence.

"You made it sound like you needed help with a girl or something" I snickered.

Dead silence.

"Hello?" I asked.

"I'm not really interested in any other girls right now and you should know that" he spoke with such a serious tone that the atmosphere grew heavy for a moment.

I was taken aback. Should I know that? Why should I know that? Why was he telling me that? Why didn't I know how to feel about that?

I shook my head to rid me of these thoughts "So about your sister's birthday, what age is she?" completely diverting and avoiding the topic that caused a rift between us last time.

I was just hoping this was like Subway Surfer or Flappy Bird, where as long as you avoided the obstacles you made it out alive.

"Well she is fifteen. And I have no idea what to get her which is why I phoned you"

"Yes I know idiot" I laughed "Just meet me at the mall tomorrow"

"What time?"

I hummed "I have class in the morning. 2pm. Will that work?"

"Yeah. That should be fine"

"Okay see you then"

"Okay"

"Bye eggplant"

"Bye my cowgirl"

I laughed and ended the call.

***

I tapped my foot inpatiently against the concrete ground and huffed.

Typical. He couldn't even turn up on  time for a favour I was doing for him.

Insolent bastard.

I checked the time on my phone and my phone's lock screen lit up to show me it was 2.37pm.

Just as I was about to call him, a running figure caught my eye that was heading straight for me clad in black skinny jeans and a black hoodie.

He stopped right in front of me as his chest heaved, in an attempt to catch his breath.

"You are thirty nine minutes late" I squinted my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"You" breath "look hot" breath "even when you're angry" he replied.