“Cierra, what are you doing here?” I spluttered in shock, glancing over at Xavier. He shrugged back apologetically.
“Matthew came here for an important meeting with Xavier, and I decided to tag along since I heard all about what has happened to you. I think we need to have a long chat, don’t you?” Cierra replied stiffly, crossing her arms across her chest.
Her eyes flicked over to Hannah, and I could see Cierra eyeing her up and down. “Who’s this?” Cierra asked, nodding her head in Hannah’s direction.
“Cierra, meet Hannah, Hannah meet Cierra,” I stuttered.
I glanced over at Hannah, who was standing there, eying up Cierra suspiciously. “Cierra is my best childhood friend,” I explained, biting my lip nervously.
“Best friend!” Hannah snapped, clearly annoyed. “I thought I was your best friend!”
“You both are!” I sighed, rubbing my forehead in my hand. “Look I haven’t seen Cierra in weeks. We need a good catch up okay. I’ll find you later, yeah?” I glanced nervously at Hannah, who was still eyeballing Cierra.
“Sure, whatever,” she muttered, still not lifting her steely gaze from Cierra’s sight, before marching irritably up the stairs towards her room.
“Sorry about that,” I apologized to Cierra. “Hannah can be a little….”
“Jealous?” Cierra snapped crossly, glaring back up the stairs.
“I’d say over-friendly,” I laughed. “Come on, and you said I needed friends while I lived here and Hannah is my friend, an incredibly good friend indeed. But no one will ever replace you!” I exclaimed. “Come on, let’s go to the bar outside, grab a drink, and we can have a long chat. We’ve got a lot to catch up on!”
I grabbed Cierra’s arm and pulled her gently towards the bar area, walking briskly past Xavier, Rachel, and Matthew, who were all stood there, gaping in shock at the confrontation that just took place in front of them.
Shaking my head, I pulled Cierra out into the brilliant sunlight and towards the well-stocked bar. Cierra plopped herself down into a large comfortable armchair and watched me walk behind the bar and grab two glasses off the shelf. I noisily scooped some ice out of a black bucket into both glasses, before squirting vodka over the ice and topping up the glass with ice-cold cola straight from the pump. I carried both glasses back over to Cierra, handed her one and plopped down in an adjacent armchair facing her. I slurped some of my drink and sighed blissfully.
This was the life. A glass of vodka and coke in the sun, with the best friend.
A voice snapped loudly, making me jump. I looked over at Cierra, who was resting her glass on her lap and staring at me intently.
“What do you want to hear Cierra?” I snapped back irritably. “That...