"Ava? H-how did you get in?” I walk towards her.
“Hairpin, duh.”
I quickly walk over to the door and lock it back. Pressing one more button to reinforce it with an iron door.
HOW could I have missed that!???
“And sorry about that, but I’m looking for Clara. She wasn’t at her parents house, so she obviously must of been here. So, I came here. I figured she locked the door to make sure I wouldn't get in so she could sob alone from her dateless-ness... Is she here? We’re supposed to get ready together at my house for tonight annnnnnd what’s that…?” she smiles as she finally notices Drew on the couch.
He turns his head to look at her.
He then looks at me with an annoyed ‘are you serious’ expression.
I sigh.
“Ava, Clara’s not here.”
“Okay, I’ll go then.”
“No!” I stop her.
She looks at me in confusion.
“She-... Just sit down.”
I guide her to the living room and sit her down on the couch chair beside the couch from where Drew’s sitting.
“Oh my god, what happened to your arm??” She asks in alarm.
She then looks down at the table.
“Is that blood? And a bullet?” her eyes widen as she looks at me.
“Ava, calm down. Wait there.”
I walk into the hallway, about call Julian again.
Author’s P.O.V.
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They sit… in awkward silence.
…
He pretty much just doesn’t care about her presence. And her? Phff! She nervous as hell.
He sighs.
Ava’s P.O.V.
Well this is awkward… I wonder what happened here… what’s going on?
“Hey.” I turn my head to him after hearing him call to me, “Pass me that rubbing alcohol,” he nods to a bottle on the table.
I hesitantly nod and get up, passing it to him.
He peels the taped gauze from his arm, wincing as he does.
“Stop,” I sigh as I sit on the couch beside him.
“Here, let me help.”
He kinda motions back cautiously as I come near.
“Stay still,” I kinda scold him as I continue peeling the gauze for him.
“I live with my aunt, she’s a nurse…”
He looks at me… with a kinda blank expression.
“I’m gonna become one as well,” I smile.
“Listen kid, I don’t care for your life story... or goals.”
He looks away from me.
I softly scoff.
“I’m 18, not a kid. Graduating in a month. Tonight’s my prom.” I turn the bottle upside down on a cotton ball.
He looks back at me, “You’re a kid.”
I stare at him, "Okay, how old are you?"
Now he stares.
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YOU ARE READING
Sweet Bitterness
RomanceOnyah Berlin is a 21 year old woman just living life. She and her family own a multi-genre business in the fashion industry on the border of the East side of Harlem City. The border of the most dangerous part of town. On the day of her youngest sis...
