Page 82 of From Drummer to Gamer

I got that she wasn’t into biology, but wouldn’t any biology student know that fact? She was accepted into an Ivy League college. Not anyone could do that.

I didn’t give a damn about other’s business, but the more she did, the more it didn’t add up.

It was almost as if… as if she had secrets—secrets that she didn’t want anyone to know.

Especially me.

I knew because the abrupt halt to her conversation with her brother whenever I walked in paired with the wide-eyed look gave her away easily.

They were both hiding something, something about her, though, because Raphael was as serious as it came when he was immersed in his music, and he spent most of the time in the studio.

What could it be?

“Bye, Matty.” Sierra waved goodbye as she came bolting in with a little too much eagerness, wearing a worn-out hoodie and faded jeans. “I’ve gotta go now. Classes and all.”

The time on the oven flashed 8:59.

“Bye,” I replied in a monotonous tone.

A flicker crossed her eyes as some of her sparkle dulled, but she masked it with a smile as she nodded and hurried away.

I inhaled sharply as I watched her leave. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like the fire fading from her eyes.

Fucking hell, I cursed myself,I can’t believe I’ve put myself in this unbelievable position.

Why the fuck was a pair of hazel eyes fucking me up like this?

I sighed, exiting the kitchen after washing my glass like I’d watched Sierra do. I secretly cleaned all the dishes before she could wake up. I just didn’t like those pretty fingers doing hard labor.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You shouldn’t be thinking that way, Matt.

I headed straight to shower off my workout sweat because I had another important appointment in thirty minutes.

Today was my off day from the studio because Raphael had a vocal class this morning and told me he would be spending his afternoon writing, so I promised someone I’d make it to game this morning rather than our usual evening session.

To be honest, it wasn’t just in the evenings. Whenever I was free, I found my hand going straight to my phone and texting to see if she was free. And she almost always was except for every Saturday when she told me she had an important family meeting.

I didn’t know why she lied because I was aware that a gaming tournament was happening in the city. There was an event every Saturday, and I knew for a fact that she was participating in it.

Sierra had occupied my real life, my virtual one was engrossed with Luna. With whom I seemed to be spending a little too much time than necessary, sharing with her things I shouldn’t be sharing.

I thought gaming was my escape, but now Luna had become my escape.

I had no fucking clue how two women in my life had me in a chokehold in a matter of days when no one’s even attempted to get their fingers around my neck my entire life.

“Hey, Matty.” Her beautiful voice came through the headphones just as I hit call after a quick shower and ate the pancakes Sierra left for me. Something squeezed my gut to think Luna’s voice was beautiful when I thought the same for Sierra. It felt like I was cheating on my firecracker even though I technically wasn’t.

My firecracker?

Hell, what was I even saying?

Sierra is not yours, Matt.

And she can never be.

All these confused feelings and staying away from her were messing with my head, and it only got more annoying as the days passed.

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