Scarlet POV

I looked outside for the hundredth time but all I could see was an empty road with no vehicles approaching apart from the cars already parked nearby. Even though it had been a few minutes since our arrival, I couldn't settle for the fact he wouldn't be here. Was it all an illusion after all? Was I deceived by his handsome features? I don't know and there isn't a way that I could even figure it out as well.

"Hey, Scarlet! Who are you looking for?!" my sister, Abigail, shouted from behind me.

I blushed, a bit of embarrassment washing over me.

"No one. Why do you ask?" I replied I didn't look her in the eyes because my expression would betray me at any second.

"Oh really?" she said.

How am I supposed to do that? I don't know, but I was able to get the courage to speak up. Trying my best not to be exposed.

"Like I said, I'm not waiting for anyone. Why are you bothering me?" I asked not wanting to carry on the conversation any further.

"Because mom wants you downstairs to say our prayers, not up here waiting for some boy," she said, cracking up.

I sighed, feeling she's quite right regardless of her intentions. She wasn't being rude, she just was being honest. So, I can't blame her for that.

"Who said I'm waiting on a guy?" My cheeks grew red, and I looked away from being disclosed.

"Well, you've been looking out that window for the past thirty minutes, so that tells me there's something going on."

"Oh, you can say that," I replied.

"Well yes I can, and I can be sure about that as well. He isn't coming back, so stop waiting for him," she said.

It was quite painful to hear those words. I wished he was here, but if he isn't going to be here, then I can't help that at all.

"Seriously, why can't you focus on something else?" she said looking off into the distance.

"I just can't....understand, why wouldn't he be here?"

"I'm not sure of that," she said.

i contemplated about it for a moment and replied.

"Well, he said he would show up."

My sister rolled her eyes.

"Wake up! He doesn't want to be here. Sister, trust me when I say he doesn't have any interest in you. So you have to stop thinking about him."

Those words crashed into my heart like no other ever could but I didn't show it. If I did, I would be in tears. I don't want to mess up because some guy didn't appear. But I believe God has better plans for me, maybe he doesn't want me to find my way in him, all that means is that I have to find my way to another.

But soon, there was this awkward silence between me and Abigail. I then saw our mom coming. But luckily Abigail  didn't bring up the topic around her.

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But if she did, that would be my end, because mom doesn't like me to have any boyfriends. Oh God, did I just say boyfriend? I did, sorry but that's some bitter truth about mom. She doesn't like us to have a relationship at this age, well sixteen isn't bad, but mom says it is. She likes to keep it traditional.

We went to say our prayers before waiting on our dad. He was a little late in picking us up, but that was okay. We didn't complain. We didn't get home late; it was only 9 pm when we got back to our house.

I changed into pajamas before calling Mazie, my black Pitbull to my side. It was time for her bath. I took her into the bathroom, bathed her, and got her dry before putting some clean sheets on my bed. By the time I was finished, Mazie was lying on her side of the bed, already asleep.

What a lazy lass. I thought to myself, shaking my head with a faint smile.

I got into bed beside her and I logged into Wattpad from my phone, seeing I had lots of notifications. I started to respond to them. But what got my attention was my newest follower. My hope of reaching two hundred followers would become true soon. I squealed in excitement as it washed over me. But before everything, I'll have to thank the person.

And yikes guess what? It's a boy, and his name is Pathum. He's a cutie. he had black silky looking hair and ethereal facial features common to people in Asia

I started to get butterflies in my stomach for some reason. Well why should I call it odd when he's so attractive? Lord forgive me but he's stunning and I get the feeling that he gives me a tough choice between him and my crush at church. So is this how the Lord aids us?

First, he tormented me for hours waiting for John, who never arrived anyway. He was my crush for the past few months. Even though I was expecting him every week, he became absent.

I marvel at the thought that he might know my feelings for him. But now who needs him when I have a cute boy following me? Well, I don't know him yet but I get the feeling that he could become a good friend.

Lost in my thoughts, I  hear a few knocks on my door. A minute later, someone opened it and stepped into the room but I was still focused on my phone. To my surprise, it was my sister who came near me and snapped at me playfully. I think I got caught because she saw my expression.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, sitting on my bed and patting Mazie on the back.

"Nothing," I replied quickly. I didn't want to talk, but she gave me a look that said, really dude? I sighed. "Well I was just thinking about-"

"John," she sneered before I even finished.

She was half right and half wrong because I wasn't just thinking about him.

"Yeah, kind of, " I said.

She smiled or more like smirked. I hated that look she gave me. I don't despise my sister but I scorn her attitude. It was always Abigail. She was the favorite of almost everyone. She was the flawless, perfect girl while I was just the troubled kid. I was treated like grass, lovely to watch but easy to trample. Does every sibling go through these stages?

"You should stop thinking about him. I don't think John's into you," she said.

I knew that but my heart didn't want to accept that. Sometimes you have to listen to your mind regardless of what your heart desires.

"I know," I said, tears slowly building up. But I refused to let them fall. Not in front of my sister, i don't want to be the weak link in our family

"You better," she said and turned away to walk out of the room.

Why are you acting like this? I wanted to ask her. But my tongue didn't respond. I watched as she walked out forgetting to close the door. I sighed before getting up and closing it myself.

But not a second later it was opened again, this time by my mother.

"Hey. Are you asleep?" She leaned on the wall and asked.

"Not yet, but I'm about to be."

"Okay. But is everything alright?" she asked me.

Wouldn't it be better if I could be honest? Oh, well, it doesn't matter anyway. She wouldn't care. Or more like she couldn't do anything about it. So I settled for a lie.

"Yeah, I'm good!"

"Ok. Goodnight, dear," she said kindly.

"Good night, Mom," I replied before lying back and closing my eyes.

Tears cascaded wetting my pillow. Darkness engulfed me as I lay there in silence before kissing Mazie on the head. She was snoring, which made me laugh.

I tasted the salty tang of my tears on my lips but ignored it. There's no room for pity. My thoughts were directed to the Wattpad app once again as I glanced at the profile of my new follower. He looks Asian, his name matches with it. I cannot separate the happiness at the sight of him. I felt the need to text him but decided to do that in the morning

i fell asleep, a smile on my face, having no idea of what the next day would bring.