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Chapter 14
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My feet weigh as much as cinderblocks in this exact moment as I witness the sight in front of me. Not again.

Why has it never been the right time? From Jessica, at prom, to Sierra, who somehow, made it to the middle of the fricken Caribbean ocean.

And for some odd, insane reason, I'm still here— completely and utterly in love with the most unattainable guy.

As Sierra stands with her head held high, her brown straight hair falling loosely down her back, she smirks cockily as she clings onto her boyfriend's (cringe, 'boyfriend') forearm.

It seems like life constantly has a different plan for Liam and I, because what she says next has me stuttering for days.

"So, the engagement photos are officially out—"

Joke, please let this be some cruel joke.

My mouth happens to speak before my brain can stop me."E-Engagement photos?"

Sierra, now swiftly turns on her white high heels, finally noticing my presence that means so little to her in that self-absorbed world of hers, laughing underneath her breath at just the sight of me.

I self-consciously pull down the hem of my dress and nervously flick my hair over my shoulder, feeling the cold breeze come in contact with my beating hot neck that is probably on fire by now.

"You're the ex, right?" She taunts, waving her index finger around at me.

C'mon Giana, don't let her push you around, confidence is key, confidence is key. The wheels in my brain are spinning at five hundred miles per hour as I come up with something to say — so I say the first thing that comes to my brain.

"No, I'm actually the designer of the dress you're wearing." I smirk, motioning towards the white formal dress that she's currently wearing, one of my newest designs that hasn't been fully released yet— only really known celebrities have gotten their hands on it because of their managers.

Seems like Sierra Summers was one of them.

Damn, if her eyes could slice me, they most certainly would have already done so.

Liam from besides me has a proud smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, his eyes are on me and only on me, and even through I'm absolutely confused at what's going on between them or what their relationship status is— I can't help the fluttering feeling in my chest whenever he's near.

She scoffs, "No you didn't, some new upcoming fashion designer did. Rumor has it that she's going to be big one day, that's why my manager picked it out."

I roll my eyes, realizing that all the rumors about her claiming that she is some 'rude and intolerable' person to be around is most certainly true. She has this whole America's sweetheart act to her that everyone seems to love on television but everyone seems to despise in real life.

She steps over towards me with devilish smirk plastered on her lips, she's ready to attack. "You're just another girl, who's clearly obsessed with my boyfriend, who has no life."

It feels as if my heart is being torn out of my chest with those few words. Everything she's saying is true, but to hear her say it, hurts even more.

Tears burn my eyes and as much as I want to let them escape, I don't.

She wouldn't let me live it down.

Liam's face turns cold, and even though it's pretty much black out at this point because of how late at night it is, there's a slight source of light shining through the glass doors from inside, glaring against Liam's features. His jaw tight and tense as he shakes his head in disbelief, daring to take a step closer to her, his muscular body towering over her petite, small frame.

Liam corners 'America's sweetheart' until her back hits the wall, the breeze in the air causing my body to shiver, and it seems like Sierra, is experiencing the same effect — but I'm not exactly sure if it's for the same reason.

He chuckles lowly in amusement along with another disapproving shake of his head, clacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth before speaking."Her name is Giana Russo, and as I recall, you're the one who picked out that dress because of that reason alone."

My heart immediately picks up its pace, he's defending me over her?

He growls lowly for only her to hear but just loud enough for me to grasp. "And the next time you decide to insult her, I won't hesitate telling everyone the truth."

The arrogant girl swallow hardly at this different side of him— a side I've never had to experience first hand.

She narrows her beautiful eyes at him sharply but that didn't seem to bother him, not in the least.

"Nice talking to you, Sierra." He chirps sarcastically, shooting her a just as sarcastic wink as his remark.

As the shock passes from her face and realization sinks in, so does her hands, slamming them against his hard chest with an obnoxious hiss escaping from her lips, "Don't you dare, you know what's at sake —"

What is she talking about? Why is there relationship so important if neither of them seem that invested? She's rude and arrogant, and he's— yeah, well, he's pretty much just as hardheaded, rude, and arrogant as she is.

Liam cuts her off with a bitter laugh, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. "I'm not doing this anymore, sorry, Sierra."

She scoffs, raising her voice higher as her angers comes to the surface, belittling the supposedly 'most important person' in her life according to News for Teens Magazines, "I made you, you jerk!"

What are they even fighting about?

I guess you really don't know anything about someone else's relationship, even if that relationship happens to be right in the public's eye, plastered on every movie screen you can possibly imagine.

"Whatever, Sierra, nobody would even know your name if it wasn't for your manipulative manager." He argues, rolling those beautiful chocolate eyes of his.

Liam suddenly turns around to face me but it seems like he was at a lost for words, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, clueless where to begin or where to even fill me in in this topic.

"I'll talk to you in the morning." He mumbles lowly with a low head nod, his eyes more focused on the ground than anything, dragging his feet across the wooden deck and heading into the automatic opening doors.

Great, amazing, fan-freakin-tabulous actually, another lost chance of talking about what we have because of someone else, again.

It's like whenever we try, we're lead to disaster.

Liam and I are a hopeless cause, maybe this is a sign from the universe.

We should just take the hint already. We've received over a bazillion warning signs, and a thousand reason why not to, but for some reason there's always one reason why.

Throwing in the white flag would be the easy thing to do but then again easy has never been us.

Sierra's colorful eyes meet mine, taunting me that she's everything I'm not, everything I should be worried about.

The brief moment of lack confidence is far gone as she grins at me widely, her crooked smile is sarcastic and ready to fight.

The clacking of her high white heels echoing loudly in my ears as she inches closer towards me, invading every wall build around me, making my shoulders slump and my palms sweat in response.

She knew she was better than me, why wouldn't she?

Even I sometimes believe that she is.

You know those late night at night thoughts that just can't help but worm themselves into your brain? Even after how heard you try push them away, they still find a way.

Sierra is one of those thoughts.

Nights where I shouldn't have spent worrying about Liam, nights where I should've been happy about Matt and I's relationship, nights that haunted me until there was nothing left to feel at all.

And as much as I tried to escape reality and the truth, whenever I turn my tv screen on I face it, I face it every single day. From a college football game on in the afternoon to a new movie with the 'oh so wonderful Sierra Summers' at night, to even a stupid tv award show that constantly have to play during the weekend! And that's where I have to see how beautiful the golden couple actually are, how perfect Sierra and her date is.

Everything that involves Liam and doesn't involve me.

And it's like my friends think I'm crazy— I stopped talking about how I actually feel because if I do they might think I've gone completely mad, because who can't get over their first love? It's been almost eight years and I'm still harping over the same guy.

They all tried their best— they all gave me great advice and acted like it was no big deal. But as they continued to expect me to take what they were saying into real life, turning those words into action, I, somehow was never actually ready to live up to those expectations.

Maybe they believed that I did, but I didn't.

Because in reality someone can dish out all the advice they want, but if it was the other way around and they were the ones going through it all. Would they really want to hear that advice and take it?

I'm constantly left with a burning whole that can't be filled.

The void that nobody can really fill, except him.

Sierra clears her throat to regain my full attention on her. "Before Liam left,"

What now? I just want to curl up on that queen sized bed that's waiting for me to sleep on.

Besides, what does she truly have to say to me now that Liam isn't here? Because if her intention is to threaten me or some other kind of bullshit to scare me off, than don't worry I already got the memo just from her being here.

Not that I'll listen much to her anyways.

"I was engaged, Giana," she giggles innocently, batting her lashes up at me, and flashing me a diamond ring that is the size of my head.

I gulp hardly at the sight, my head spinning at not only her words, but the proof that is clearly in the pudding.

Why won't my pulse stop racing?!

I shake my head with a tight squeeze of my eyes, not wanting to accept the fact that Liam, would keep something so important from all of us— shit— he probably didn't want to ruin Emma and Logan's special week.

But none of this makes sense! Why did he— why would he— oh my gosh— I'm such an idiot.

"And I intend on him leaving here with us being engaged still." Her voice dripping with venom as she continues to eye me like I'm some sort of obstacle in the middle of her chess game.

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you." I grin bitterly, pushing her right shoulder back with a little bit of force so she can move out of my way.

I turn on my heel away from her burning stare and start getting ready to walk inside, far away from her.

She laughs sarcastically. "Nothing to be jealous of."

My feet stop in their place but I don't bother to turn around, taking a deep breath to steady out my heavy breathing. "Good, than you shouldn't be so worried about your engagement being called off since I'm no threat."

She stays silent.

"Have a good rest of your night, Sierra."

(A/n- Chapter fourteen is officially out!

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