Sierra Burgess is a loser (Jamey/Noah Centineo)

Chapter 13

Sierra's P.O.V

That evening I realised that poem was due tomorrow. So I sat in my bed and started brainstorming. Not really knowing what to write about I read the messages from Jamey again.
And as soon as I was done I realised what I could write about.

He thought of me as his rose when all I could think I was, was a sunflower. And even though he told me how beautiful I am, I never fully believed him. But it does do something to me when it comes out of his mouth.

So I wrote, what I thought would be a poem. But it sounded better as a song in my head. So I made it a song.

*

When the bell rang to signal the end of English class Ms. Thomson said to stay behind.

"About the assignment. I asked for a poem. You turned in a song."
"I know, I just really wanted to do my own thing."
"Your own thing was, very emotional, raw.. And those are the true marks of a true artist. You are very special. Whoever you wrote those words for, you should tell him."
"I will, thank you." I smiled walking out of class again.

I had to run for lunch cause Veronica and Dan would be waiting for me.

But when I was walking around campus someone found it useful to call me names.

"Hey lesbo. Where is your gay friend? Is he sad that you left him for your lesbo friends?"
"Hey c'mon, that's not necessary now is it?" I heard from behind me.

"J-Jamey? Sorry, I- um I didn't mean to-"
"You didn't mean to what? Assult her for being what? A lesbo? A loser?"
"Yes, you see. She is a loser."
"She's not, and she's also happens to my girlfriend."
"Oh, I - I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
"Just get out and leave us alone."

The boy turned around and walked away fast looking back at us once more to us give a kiss.

"Thank you Jamey."
"Hey, it's what should've been done. They don't get to say these things about you anymore. So, how are you today, my lovely girlfriend?"
"Besides that, I'm great. How about you? Boyfriend."

"Couldn't be better." He said grabbing my hand in his own as we walked around campus to get lunch.

*

After lunch Dan, Veronica and I had biology together. As we suspected, it was Mackenzie and Chrissy who put this picture on that banner. And they weren't allowed to go to homecoming.
Which they were really angry for.

"Guys, I'll catch up with you later. Need to go to the bathroom." Veronica said.
"So, still wanna go to homecoming with me?" I asked Dan. I didn't know if he found someone to go with so I thought we could all go together.

"Oh, hell no. But you should definitely save me a dance, though. You should go with Jamey."
"Well, he hasn't asked me yet."
"Oh he will, trust me."

*

At home my dad asked me about the poem so I showed him my end result.
Singing it live in front of him was very nervewrecking.

Rose girls in glass vases
Perfect bodies, perfect faces
They all belong in magazines
Those girls the boys are chasing
Winning all the games they're playing
They're always in a different league

Stretching toward the sky like I don't care
Wishing you could see me standing there

But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you'd want me
If I could, I'd change overnight
I'd turn into something you'd like
But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you'd pick me
But I know you don't have a clue
This sunflower's waiting for you
Waiting for you
But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
And if I were her, maybe you'd pick me
But I know you don't have a clue
This sunflower's waiting for you
Waiting for you

"Wow.. 'family like this has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle and divides us by the subtler web of our brains'."
"George Eliot."
"Sierra, you are beautiful, but you are so much more than that. Look at your fine intellect, and all that writing talent."

"Dad, it's terrifying growing up under your shadow. You're a genius. Mom's gorgeous and succesful. I am.. I don't know what I am. I'm neither of those things... How can I top that?"
"Sierra, just be you. So far you're pretty good at finding your own way. How about a hug? From one sunflower to another?"
I smiled at him and hugged him.

That evening I decided to send Veronica the sample of my song.
And she loved it. And complained about how she didn't understand why I felt this way about myself.
And that the bullying just made it worse.
She told me, and I quote 'since nobody likes me anymore, let's be sunflowers together' and that made me very happy.

Veronica's P.O.V

The night of homecoming. I just arrived home to get ready when I received Sierra's song. It was so beautiful. And so emotional and with everything that's been happening I really felt what she ment.
She is indeed a sunflower in my eyes, but that's just because sunflowers are my favorite flowers of all. They're so bright and looks so beautiful and she really is all of those things.

I got inside with a bag full of goodies. Which we're never allowed to eat from mom. So I filled the cupboard in front of her eyes.

"What are you doing? You can't bring junk in here, what if Scooter eats it?"
"That's the point."
"You don't talk to me like that. Your father would roll over in his grave."
"Our dad's not dead. Mom."
"I know. But he should be."
"I'm sorry for what happened to you. Dad's a level ten loser. And you can't keep living your life like everyone's gonna screw you over. We need our mom back."

She smiled at me and hugged me.
After that I got ready for homecoming. And send the song to Jamey.

Sierra's P.O.V

I was ready for homecoming but still eating dinner. I didn't really wanted to go with everything going on, but I had to. I had to pick up Veronica and Dan. I hadn't heard anything from Jamey about homecoming so I suspected he didn't want to go.

"Shouldn't you get going? Ironically, home is not where you're supposed to spend homecoming."
"Yeah, it's the beauty of going with Dan. He doesn't really want to go so I still got time."
"Okay, you done Honey?" dad asked mom.
"Oh, yeah. Thank you."

I helped with cleaning the table but got a text message from Jamey.

- Go to your window

So I did.
"Honey? You going?" mom said.
"Oh good. Have a great evening honey." dad said.

I got outside and there he was. Leaning against his care smiling at me.
He was holding a sunflower.

"Hi."
"Hi Jamey. What are you doing here?"
"I talked to Veronica. She played me your song. I didn't know you could sing like that. You're really good."
"Thank you." I said blushing while walking to him.
"And I didn't know you felled that bad about yourself. And just to clarify. I'd pick you in a thousand years, I'll always pick you. Cause you thaugh me that being a sunflower is so much better than being a rose. They're my new favorite flowers now actually. So just to make sure you understand what I'm saying. You're my type. You are exactly my type. I mean, you're smart and funny and beautiful and talented. I haven't been that impressed by a voice on someone who's not famous ever, like, ever. For the record, I think that roses are more like.. The bitchy supermodels of flowers." he said giving me the sunflower.

"Thank you." I said smiling at him. I kissed him and once again, like all the times we've kissed, sparks flew all around me. The way he looked at me made me want to say it so I did.
"Jamey, I'm in love with you."
He grinned at me.
"I'm in love with you too. I really am head over heals. And you look very beautiful tonight. Like always. Come on turn around for me." He said and I did. Goofing around with him was everything I ever wanted. Loving him was everything I ever wanted. And I finally got what I wanted.

"Let's get you to homecoming." he said opening the car door for me being the gentleman he is.