Sierra Burgess is a loser (Jamey/Noah Centineo)

Chapter 5

Jamey's P.O.V

It was late at night and I was still catching up on my homework.

I still haven't talked to the mysterious girl but I first wanted to finish this chapter.

Until I received a message.

- Still awake?
- I am now :)
  Do you wanna talk talk tonight?
- like on the phone??
- haha yeah like in olden times

I received nothing for a while and I thought I scared her off.
Until I received a simple message that made me smile so much.

- ok...

So I called her.

While it was ringing I tried to think of what I was going to say.

"Yo!... Hey!..." pff what am I even doing until she picked up.

"Bonsoir!" she said and I could tell she didn't know what she was suppose to say either.

"Uh bonsoir mademoiselle. Good day, fair maiden. What soft light through yonder window.. We're still doing old timey stuff, right?"

"Yeah totally." her voice was so sweet.
"Look, I'm just super-glad that you picked up because if you hadn't then I would have had to, like, come up with some sort of hilarious voicemail to impress you and that would have been super-terrible for both of us, you know?"

"No, don't you hate that pressure?"
"It's kinda, it's kinda interesting that I still don't know who I'm talking to."
"Well I don't even know if I tell you who I am that you will know who I am."

"We do go to the same school right?"
"Yeah, just different campus. So you might've never noticed me."
"I'll make sure to look for you then stranger. No but seriously though, who are you? Cause I'd really wanna know who the lady with the pretty voice is."

"I'm kinda sick though, so it's kinda mannish."
"Oh sorry. That's sucks, though, 'cause I kinda like it, you know. Maybe you should get sick more often and then I' ll be happy."

"Oh okay, because you're what, super into dudes?"
"Whoa, whoa. That's just.. I mean, we are the superior sex."
"Oh, yeah."
"No your voice, it's not loud or anything. It's like fuller.. Maybe."
"You calling my voice fat now?" she said and I could tell she was teasing me.

"No, no..."
"Is that's what's happening?"
"Oh, my God! No, no, no. I would never do that because I was, like, a super-fat baby. Why would I.. I have no idea why I just said that.."
I heard her laugh.
"You were a fat baby?"
"Yeah, I was like the Michelin man."
"No don't stop. I like hearing about what's wrong with you."
"No I'm sorry. That was my only flaw. I would totally tell you more. That was my one and only flaw, and you somehow got it out of me, so thank you very much for that. Actually no, I lied. I totally just lied to you. I do have one more. And it's that I have these glow in the dark stickers on my ceiling that have been there for like the past ten years. But besides that, I'm perfect, basically. What about you? You got any dark secrets I should know about?"

"Other than I'm really shy and socially awkward none immediatly come to mind."
"What about secret talents?"
"Sandwiches?"
"Well I love sandwiches."

We've been talking for over an hour now and I like this anonymous girl. She still hasn't told me her name yet but that's only because we're too busy getting to know each other. So after a late night craving I got downstairs and made myself a sandwich while still talking to her.

"What's your favorite movie?" she asked.
"Probably Die Hard."
"Really?"
"No, that's a complete lie. Just trying to be manly for you."
She giggled while asking further questions.

"What kinda animal would you be?"
"I think I'd be a bear, because they're like, super-cuddly but also really bad-ass, you know, double-sided like that."
"So what's your double side then? Are you more than just a hot jock?"
"Oh you think I'm hot?"
"No" she giggled. I smiled.

"To answer your question, I don't really consider myself a jock. I mean, yeah, I like football, but between you and me, I don't even like most of the guys on my team. I love football 'cause every game is like a story. For a few hours there are villains and there are heroes. Every pass is a triumph, every tackle is a tragedy. You're all hurtling downfield at this one epic goal and every second matters. It's electric, you know. It's like poetry... To me, at least."

"Wow."

"I can't go telling the rest of the team that. They'd be like freaking out. I'm the quarterback, so I got to keep their respect."

"So, what kind of flower would you be?"

"Cactus. Does cactus count as a flower?"
"I don't think those qualify as flowers, no."
"You'd be a rose. Like the queen flower all the other flowers are jealous of."
"No I, I'm more of a sunflower. I guess."
"There's no way you'd be a sunflower. Sorry, I guess it's kinda late. After four hours on the phone, I can pick your voice out of a line-up. Do you wanna FaceTime tomorrow? I mean, it would be nice to see you, you know. Know who's behind this beautiful personality."

"Would it really, though?"
"Well maybe more for me than for you."
"No, no I just.. I mean, yeah, there's no reason why I shouldn't logically, so yeah. Yes, yeah."
"Okay great. Well, then, logically I can't wait."
"Neither can I, by the way, it's Sierra."

"Well goodnight Sierra."
"Goodnight Jamey."

And I was a happy man who slept well that night.

Sierra, I'll dream about her. But for now I could only imagine how beautiful she is.

Sierra's P.O.V

Oh crap, he wants to FaceTime tomorrow.
Guess I'll have to go to Veronica for some advice.