Sierra Burgess is a loser (Jamey/Noah Centineo)

Chapter 4

Sierra's P.O.V

Next day I was in biology class with Dan looking at mitosis again.
It was the period after lunch so I explained everything.

"So why would Veronica give your number instead of someone elses?"
"I don't know, that's what I have to find out." I said looking at her from across the classroom.

"I'm really proud you told him though. Can I be there tonight when you call him?"
"No Dan please, I'm already stressed out enough."
"Okay, okay but you need to tell me everything."

"No, no, no. He was fine yesterday. We went out yesterday and then this morning, he just texted me. I don't understand. He said I'm not smart enough for his college friends or whatever." Veronica was crying.

"You honestly should be with someone who's more like you." Mackenzie tried.
"I don't wanna be with someone who's more like me. I want to be with Spence."

"Ladies, I'd hate for my class to interrupt your gab session, but save the theatrics for after school." the teacher said.

And with that Veronica stormed out.

"She was upset." Dan said.

I had a plan. I waited a second and than asked the teacher if I could us the bathroom.

As I strode down the hall I found Veronica sitting against the lockers crying.

When she saw me she whiped her face with her jumper.

"It's flu season, you should really wipe that on your elbow."
"What do you want?"
"I know you've been giving out my number to random guys."
"Yeah, so?"
"I just wanted to know why?"

"Well I thought you deserved better and he seemed like a good guy."
"Why are you trying to be nice all of a sudden?" I asked sitting next to her with a few feet between us.

"I just feel bad for everything that happened to you. You don't deserve it. And I miss you." She mumbled the last part.

"Well neighbour, I think we can help each other out."
"How so?"
"You help with some dating advice and how to become more confident and I'll help you seem smarter to get back that guy."

"How?"
"I tutor people all the time."
"I'll see you after school." she said and I got back to class smiling.

I might get my friend back, or is it all just an act?

*

Before I walked over to Veronica's I just sprung by home for a second to drop of my books.

I knocked on her front door and she opened the door.

"I'm just gonna grab my stuff. C'mon my rooms upstairs."

I got into her room and so many memories from when we we're little appeared in my mind.

"What are you doing? Hurry up, teach me your mind voodoo tricks or whatever."
"You know you don't always have to be so rude to me. I didn't do anything wrong."

"I'm sorry, it's just my friends always talk shit about everyone so hanging out with them made me kind of like that too."

"So, there are no tricks. We have to study." I said while sitting down with her on the ground.
"Study? If I wanted to study I could just open up a book and do it myself right?"

"I'm gonna teach you the right things to study so you can impress Spence. He's a college freshman, right?"
"yeah."
"Okay cool. Well, then I'm going to teach you the basics. The stuff he's learning in his 101 classes. Like Shakespeare and Nietzsche."

"Hello, Veronica?"
"Frick my mother's home."
"Veronica? Veronica, what are doing home? Why aren't you in pratice? Did they cut you off the squad?"
"No I had to skip because I had some studying to do."

"That's gonna get you far with the boys."
"Mom."
"Oh, well, unless you're playing for the other team now." Her mother said looking dirty at me.

"I'm not a lesbian." I said.
"Thank god, cause your father would die. If he didn't already die in that plane crash. Okay so we're.."

Veronica's little sisters came barging in jumping on her bed while she was trying to stop them without succes.

"Imma count to three.. One.. Two.. Three.. Let's go girls. We're gonna be late. Veronica, there's no more skipping practice. Cause you know what happens when gymnasts stop practacing right? One day they're these cute little firecrackers and the next day they're exploded out of their Lycra. And it's expensive." obviously talking about herself.
"We're leaving. Girls!"

"Fine!" Veronica screamed while slamming her door.
"Now you've slammed it?"
"Yes I slammed it!"
"You're grounded!" her mother screamed from downstairs.

"Uhm.. Let's.. Let's go with Plato." I said trying to get her mind of.

After a few hours of studying and explaining as much as I could to her she was getting annoyed by her little sisters running around again.

"Plato believed that physical beauty was both a form and sensory experience."
"Stop." she said to her sisters.
"Physical beauty facilitates platonic recollection."
"Reco-what?"
"recollection. Are you sure you don't have any real food in this house?" I asked her while biting a cracker.

"No you don't eat junk at your age. You'll make life long fat cells that'll ride your hips like a cowboy rides a buckin' bronco."
"Mom." Veronica tried.
"And then what?"

"Well, Plato was kind of a jerk, but in his more optimistic moments, he revered beauty for revealing the mysteries of the soul."
"Your father was a mystery. Until the day he died of his heart attack." Her mom started again.
"Thought he died in a plane crash.." I said silently.

"Is there like a for dummies-version of the for dummies-version.. Because I'm not understanding this." Veronica said.
"Moronica! Moronica!" her sisters chanted.
"So Plato.."
"The butt sex guy? Right? "
"No.. Uhm. I mean he was from ancient Greece, but so were Aristotle and Socrates."
"Wait, wait, they're not all the same guy?"

"Moronica! Moronica!"
"Can you stop doing that Brody!" she screamed at her sisters.
"Girls, shh. They're studying okay?" her mom tried.

"I'll never get this."
"Moronica!"
"Girls, I'm counting to five. One.. Two.. Now, upstairs."

And they left.

"I can't." Veronica said getting up and left to the couch.
"Veronica?"
"It's pointless. I mean, they're right.. I'm Moronica." she was crying.

"Look, you're not a moron, okay? You think of some seriously mean crap. You've gotta have something upstairs to think of those insults."
"Yeah, never mind. I'm sorry. About everything I ever said."
"It's okay."
"No it's not really okay.. So this Jamey. How is that getting on."

"It's fine, he still wants to talk tonight. And I have no idea how to do that."

"You should just be yourself. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you and if he doesn't like you for who you are than he's not worth it."