Wrong time, wrong place.

CHAPTER 21

Sarah's POV.

People who come at the wrong time are just the wrong people.

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We may have thought about how we want to enjoy lives. One of the ways is to considerably sit with all your friends and family and appreciate each moment as it passes by. Life is short, time is fast and there is no replay and rewind. I sound so philosophical but honestly, I believe in enjoying the life - the pain and the happiness.

Divine moments come from letting loose.

At a certain point of me flirting with the employee in there who went from calling me babe to ma'am, I was really chided with that. I had that annoying expression and an aura that said: a combination of sweet and don't mess with me. Sure it seemed like I was tomboy on the out but anyways.

Meanwhile, Zack couldn't shut up about it. I was fuming red with anger and Embarrassment. God, I swear, Zack is always present when I am humiliating myself.

Currently, we were in the video game zone it has all the game and I kicked his ass in almost every game. Keyword ALMOST. But whenever he won, he rubbed it in my face.

Yes, I can play videogames.

Yes, he taught me.

Yes, I am that good that I can kick his ass.

Tomboy? Well, whatever.

He huffed and puffed when it was time to leave making it obvious that he lost maximum games. Well, he taught me and I played when I was alone and sometimes I read too. He, on the other hand, played less than me and let's face the facts, I, Sarah Adams, was better than Zack Pearson in video games.

I hooped my arms with his and pretended to drag him well in all reality I couldn't drag him if I ever wanted. He was stronger and taller than me.

"Oh c'mon looser, don't sour your face! Dimwit." I poked his cheek and even poked him in stomach with my elbow.

"Whatever!" He rolled his eyes.

As we got in the car he was all playful and he kept pulling my cheeks while I kept swatting his hand.

Jerk.

Somewhere in the middle of the way, Kate popped in my thoughts so I decided to ask about our call yesterday night.

"What have you thought about kate?" I asked him warily since it was a fragile topic.

"Well, there are many fishes in the pond why go behind the toxic one?" He wiggled his eyebrows. His ability to joke on something serious like this was quite amusing.

I zeroed my eyes at him.

"What?"

"C'mon stop fooling around. Tell me what the real deal is?" I asked him being serious about that matter.

After all the heart was in line.

"My answer remains the same cherry, she is the toxic fish of the sea! Anyways didn't she tell me about the equation more than friends and less than a boyfriend? What's the point?" He asked.

"Right. So this is the part where I tell you what are mums say: someday someone will walk in with extra rays of light, who meets you halfway and chimes your life with all the melodious tune and someone who loves you wholly and unconditionally just the way you are, who loves you when you can't love yourself!"  I smiled at him.

"And when you finally meet them enjoy every little thing that life throws your way.

The sunsets, the takeaways, the dogs, the laughter, the moon, the drinks and the soft toilet paper. Your happiness is too pure." He completed.

And then we did the best we could for the next half an hour. We sang all the bands that came on the radio at the top of our voices. I was decent but loud and somehow it sounded like a dying elephant asking for help while on the other hand, Zack was horrible. He was screaming out his lungs. I looked at him, his dimples and his hazel brown eyes. They weren't sad, they were glistening. Something about him was always a mystery.

"Thank you for today Zackie!" I hugged him.

"Anytime princess!" He breathed in my hair.

He sped down the street to his home while I walked inside my own house finding my parents having an amusing smile.

"Hey dad, mom!" I hugged them tightly.

"How was your day sweetheart?" My mother asked.

"Great mom." I said as I washed my hands and sat on the dining table opposite to them.

Delicious food calling.

Over the dinner, I told them the details of how that stranger talked to me from babe to ma'am and how Zack was in fits of laughter to how I ended up kicking his ass in the video games.

"You literally didn't let him win!" My father laughed.

"No dad, I am better than him!"  I smiled.

"Oh my god, poor kid." My mother laughed.

"And how come that guy went from babe to ma'am?" My mother asked having an amused smile.

"Zack literally scared him!" I shuddered at that moment.

"Good one. He had to take care of you, after all, you're my little princess!" My father said lovingly.

"Oh c'mon Nick, she isn't that little."  My mother rolled her eyes playfully and hit him lightly on the shoulder.

"Okay now. I am going to bed!" I kissed them good night and hopped up to my room. I took a long hot bath relaxing my legs the most. I had the most time in the bath it was kind of 20 minutes maybe but it felt good. I changed into a quick night short and a thin top and stood near the window with my phone. I saw if James had messaged me but he didn't and it was almost a whole day he didn't bother me for no reason. Somewhat considering he had a priority work I let it slide in my mind. I kept the phone on the desk and looked outside the window, directly staring at half curtained James room. The lights were on but there were 2 moving figures.

More like each figure eating the other one.

Eww. I was literally watching James make out with someone from my window. I gagged at the sight.

However, they turned out to be Mr & Mrs Foster and for some reason, they were having their deed in their son's room.

Ouch, it will never be the same again.

Never ever.

I just watched James parents do their thing. I groaned and quickly turned away from the window.

It was clearly the wrong time and the wrong place.

My wrong time and they were in the wrong place.

I crawled to my bed and checked one last time if there was any message from James but there wasn't and so shaking off the image I slept peacefully.

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Aw poor Zack :(

I feel bad for the office employee still xx

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Once again thank you reading this book.

I am thankful to all of you who are reading this.