Purify Me

12

Ep12

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Diana's POV:

"What happened?" ASKED Sia, clearing my throat a little. I kept glancing at the message, trying to look around for any clue, anything, but there was nothing.Sia quickly grabbed the phone from me. Her eyes widened after reading the message. "Gosh, Diana, who could this be? Because he is getting a head-on soon."

"What's a head-on?" I asked, confused.

Sia looked stunned. "A head-on? Wait, you don't know what a head-on means?"

"God be my witness, a head-on is not what I wish to know," I replied, forcing a nervous chuckle.

"Like seriously, pal, you don't know what that means?" Sia asked again, trying to make sure.

"Not... a little," I replied truthfully.

Sia's eyes widened in an exaggerated expression. "So innocent," she murmured.

"Huh?" I looked at Sia. She moved closer, wanting to whisper to me.

"A head-on means, when you suck him up, like this..." Sia muttered as she demonstrated the action with her hands.

I practically jumped off my chair as if the seat itself were dangerous. My sudden movement drew attention again. Sia just calmly ate her lunch, pretending not to have spilled out something shocking. I slowly got a grip on myself and sat back down.

"Sia! What do you mean by that? How do you expect me to do something so disgusting? Ew!" I whispered in disgust.

"If you can't suck him up, you might just f*ck him.. and don't tell me you don't know what that means." Sia glared at me, leaving me completely dumbfounded.

"Sia, please say no more," I pleaded, my cheeks turning bright red.

Sia burst into laughter, enjoying my flustered reaction.

A sudden message notification sounded, but this time it came from Sia's phone. She clicked on it.

"Come to the family warehouse after school, we have issues to discuss."

I noticed Sia's unsettled behavior immediately. "What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing, just a family outing. Dad sent a message reminding me," Sia replied, focusing on her lunch. She glanced quickly behind me.

In all honesty, aside from Sia being a friend to me, I have no family background of her. I never bothered to ask, since her true friendship was enough to be happy about.

"Oh, if I may ask, are you an only child?" I asked curiously, trying to change the mood.

"No, I have a brother, my twin actually," Sia replied.

"Wow, does he attend the school? What's his name?" I pressed, genuinely curious.

Sia's fist tightened around her spoon. "Diana, can we have this conversation another day."

I blinked in surprise. That was the first time Sia had ever replied to me so unwelcomingly. "Okay," I said, my voice low and worried, wondering what the message was that made her mood turn so sour.

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"Diana, can we hang out on the weekend?" Sia asked. We were standing in front of the school gate where her driver waited.

"I wish I could, but I need Mom's permission," I replied.

Sia nodded, understanding, as she opened her car door. "Just tell her you're hanging out with a friend. I'm sure she'll allow it."

"Mom is hard to convince. She is so protective about my safety, but I will try."

Sia smiled as an idea came to her. "When is the outing happening?" I asked.

"Ten p.m.," Sia replied.

"A night party?"

"Yeah, you will enjoy it."

"I will try convincing Mom about it. Inform me if she agrees; I'm coming to pick you up."

"What about family dinner?" I asked.

"It's today, but the weekend is tomorrow," Sia replied.

Another expensive black car stopped right behind Sia's. The driver stepped out. Sia and I both looked at it, knowing who the car belonged to. Sia quickly looked away.

A few minutes later, Michael walked out of the school compound. The driver bowed as Michael entered the car, but not before Michael shot a quick glance at us. The car then sped off.

"See you then," Sia said, already in her car.

"Hmm, bye," I waved with a smile as her car drove away.

I started walking to the bus stop. I felt a strange sensation, like a movement behind me. I continued walking, not wanting to believe someone was stalking me. Suddenly, someone blocked my path, making me scream.

The stranger chuckled at my startled expression. I slowly looked up. It was a young male teenager wearing a hoodie. His green eyes sparkled, and he had tiny pink lips and a well-shaped jaw. He pulled down his hoodie, revealing his rough, blonde, clay-colored hair.

My heart sank to my stomach as I recognized the person standing before me.

"You?" I asked, bewildered.

The young teenager smiled, revealing his handsome dimples. "Long time no see, little bird," he spoke in an icy but welcoming tone that sent a shiver down my spine.

Excitement completely overwhelmed my fear. I jumped onto him, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. The boy quickly wrapped his arm around my waist, afraid I might slip away.

"I've missed you, Bryan," I said, still holding him tight.

Bryan chuckled, muttering, "I know, little bird, I know."

I jumped down from him, frowning. "I told you not to call me that again! I'm a grown-up," I pouted.

"Well, first of all, stop calling me names," Bryan retorted.

"Oh, you mean 'punks'?" I smirked. Bryan rolled his eyes, but his smile never faded.

Silence fell, but it wasn't awkward; it was comfortable. We stared at each other for a moment, and then we both burst into laughter, holding our stomachs. We hugged each other again.

"I miss you, little bird, I miss your soft skin," Bryan said, holding me protectively.

"Well, I wouldn't deny the fact that I missed your dimples, which always made my days, and your rough hair, and your cute green eyes that are so enchanting," I broke the hug, looking at him, wondering if this was real.

"Are you saying you missed all of me?" Bryan smirked, raising an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes. "You never change?"

He burst out laughing. "For you, never," he replied.

Bryan and I have been friends since third grade. Our relationship started when I was twelve, right after my father died on my birthday. I ran out of the house crying. I met some bullies, but a boy a few years older he was fourteen saved me. He helped me up and introduced himself as Bryan. Ever since then, we became best friends. We have a very strong bond; we're always each other's right hand. Students used to call us "Diabryan."