It was close to eleven yet Gianna's eyes and mind functioned like the day had just begun; fresh and kicking nonstop. She had lost count of the number of times she'd changed positions in bed and the remembrance of the types of positions she'd taken apart from that which she currently was in—her pillow tightly buried in her chest as her back rested on the headboard.She still did not want to reckon.When she finally picked up the phone that had been changing positions with her in her process of intense thinking, her thumbs roamed to Mimie's name in an attempt to call but her time consciousness made her go for the messaging icon instead.Gianna hesitated as the lightened screen dulled to the extent of a total blackout. Gratitude to the calm lightning from the archaic designed bedside lamp.As her chest deflated, her chin rested on the top sector of the pillow, saved from her tight squeeze, deep in thought.She couldn't tell Mimie. However, she had to talk to someone.Her message to Julia
"No, I'm not," Gianna pinned.Sean's eyes deviated from her to Mimie with a mischievous smile. "Just follow me, Donut van.""Your ears must be clogged, I just said no!"In an instant, his hands clasped her wrist, forcing her out of the seat with her half-eaten sandwich flying on the floor. "Hey! You're hurting me."He paid her no mind as he kept pulling her away. "Sean. Ouch, Sean." She struggled to pry his fingers off to no avail.Mimie who had been petrified by fear the entire time finally depetrified and to her friend's aid she ran. Much to Gianna's surprise, Mimie held the hand that linked him to her friend."Le-let her go!""Le-let her go," he mimicked. "Get the fuck off my business or I get you the fuck off."Mimie's heroism fell, not enough to let her friend be carried away by the psychopathic bully though. She hurriedly scanned the environment. To her luck, she sighted two individuals on the tennis court sauntering towards them. From the way they talked and laughed, from afar,
"Did I omit anything?" Gianna reflected, "you did not omit but you mismatched some dates." Adam finger-rubbed his eyes towards his nose bridge like little boy. "This is devastating, I swear." "You're almost there. I didn't think we'll get this far before Wednesday." "Am I that lame-brained?" "I didn't mean it in that sense. Ok, let's have a five minutes break," she stretched her arms and waist. "Recreation time?" Petra grinned from the door. Gianna gasped out of fear. "How long have you been there, sneaky piper?" "Hmm, for about 'Let's have a five minutes break' long. Hey, Ad, I brought you some more cookies," she smiled at Adam who uneasily rubbed the back of his neck. "We haven't even finished these." "Huh? Ad?" Gianna selectively echoed, unbelievably. "Girl, get the hell out of my room or I'll tell mum you're being troublesome." "Hmph!" She lifted her chin with an attitude as she struggled to drop the bowl of cookies she'd used as an excuse to see and talk to Adam on Gia
As expected, the McCoy's arrival shifted her mother into a home news reporter with the headlines being the obvious; The McCoy's in town. The news in full mentioned their visit to the new neighbors on Sunday after church service, baking a cake or a pie— whichever she ended up settling with, and giving her and Petra behavioral lectures. Her, Gianna, most especially, given her striking hate to the family over the weeks. Now she was glad, short-lived but effective; away from her born again McCoy praising mum, where her ears could rest and where she discovered where Petra got her endless blabbing gene from, Gianna checked herself for the nth time in front of Mimie's floor length mirror. Because she wasn't a fashionista or a dress-up guru, she appreciated the little effort she'd made to look a little out of the ordinary. First of all, her curly hair was unusually loose, too voluminous that it made her face almost non-existent and barely recognizable. Incognito mode 1 was checked. Her low
"I'll be back in a minute. I'll need your help, Amy." And the two matched out. Ciara held on Gianna an emphasizing gaze, but the latter suggested that they waited for the others although with or without them she will say not a thing. Hadn't four minutes passed? She pondered as she slanted to the side to grab her phone. Being the sole source of harsh lighting in the room, the gadget displayed 9:43 pm. Now that she thought about it, she didn't even get to time herself from the moment Elodie pulled her away. But if her sixth sense was right, five minutes must have long passed. She twisted her lips from side to side in contemplation after sliding the phone back into her back pocket. She had to leave. Very soon. Before her mother called for the fourth time. It was already a huge relief so far that the red-haired hadn't buzzed her phone since infiltrating the party provided the ten-minute intervals she'd pinned on maintaining instead of five, thanks to her father, as always. "Three minu
When Elodie saw Adam furiously stomp toward her, her lips immediately constricted from the laughter that previously added to her glow. "Where's Gianna?" Elodie smirked, "having the fun of her life." She sipped the liquid that later splashed on her dress as a result of Adam ungraciously pulling her by the arm and heading upstairs. "Stupid creep, get your hand off me." "Until you tell me where Gianna is." The party, at this moment, froze as hundreds of eyes concentrated on the four individuals. "What part of having fun don't you understand? Leave me alone, you're embarrassing my personality," Elodie cried. "What direction did they take?" He referred to Mimie, at the tail of the line. "That way." So did the line bend into a long corridor of doors. A boy walked out of one of them struggling with his zippers while a girl followed cue with a bird's nest in the name of hair. The two regarded them like aliens from planet non compos mentis "Which room?" Now he referred to Elodie. "A
Gianna knew not whether to be disturbed that her phone was in Adam's hold or not, given that it was password free since she still hadn't come across that one person who will graze her phone without permission. So yes, she saw no need for that, well, until last night. Not that she had anything to hide. She simply was among the few who cherished privacy to the last grain although it hadn't been on her side for quite a while. Gianna swiped through her gallery. Adam had come earlier that morning, before being picked up by her mum, to deliver her screen-cracked phone which, no doubt, was from Sean's impetuous attitude. His somber profile was electrocuting, so to say, that made Gianna wonder if it had anything to do with her phone. But when he swore to not have peeped, even when her mother called her phone that morning, she succumbed to believing him. But something still didn't sit right. She scrolled. Sometime before he left them, to get ready for his masqueraded date with Mimie, he hi
The aura around Adam had shifted as she had twice noticed—when he forbade Gianna from going to Elodie's party and the night he'd shown up after Gianna's danger alert. He looked like a whole different person behind his glasses. "Did you ever notice something strange with Gianna?" Mimie's heart cooled a bit, however, hurt. She'd expected more critical but she'd not expected Gianna to be the source of the cause. Like the other times. "What do you m-mean?" "You know, I was able to delve into her bag the other day in search of a pencil and...I saw this unusual stuff in there. Something like a square or was it a rectangular leather case? Well, she sort of looked...protective of it, is it?" His question was rhetoric and more to himself as if he'd not used the proper descriptive word. "Have you seen it before?" Mimie nodded. "She said it wa-was a pencil c-case. Customized." "Ditto," a heartbeat silence reigned. "But I don't think so, not that I ever seen such before. Why would she be so