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It's been six months since the incident with Jerome and I'm so much better. I'm smiling, laughing, doing things. Shawn's doing well too. He's dating his best friend since birth: Jordynne Lewis. Jordynne got me a job at a little diner and found a small studio apartment for me to live in.

I have to admit, she's perfect for Shawn. But as happy as I am, I still have episodes. It's hard to remember that I have one of the lowest chances of having a healthy baby. And as much as I hate Jerome... I still love him. I do want him back in my life, but just as a better man.

I put on a cute pair of ripped skinny jeans, a cropped nude tube top, a matching ripped cropped jean jacket, and some nude Tim's. I straighten my long black, middle part weave. I pop on some gloss and slide on my sneakers. Tonight, I'm meeting Imani at the mall.

When I get there, I make my way tot he food court. I stand there looking around for my best friend when someone bumps into me.

"I am so sorry ma." I freeze. That voice, it can't be. I drop my bag in shock. "Woah, ma what's wrong?" he asks.

It is.

He crouches down to pick up my bag and that's when he sees my face. "Sierra?"

I flick my eyes at him and look away. Sure enough it's Jerome. He stands and I can feel him looking me up and down, "Oh...here. I should go." I take my bag from him and he walks away, mumbling, "I knew it was a bad idea."

"What did you say?" I ask him. He freezes and looks at me again. I could practically see the gers turning in his head. Finally he asks, "Did Imani invite you here?"

"Yeah? Why?"

Jerome chuckles shaking his head. My heart skips a beat when I see his smile. His lips curl into a smirk, "She set us up."

"What?" I laugh in disbelief, "You're serious?"

"Yeah," he grins. We fall into silence, staring into each others eyes. Jerome is the first to break eye contact. He shoves his hands into his pockets and looks to the side, "So... you wanna get some food while we're here?"

"Yeah," I feel the corner of my mouth turn up. I know Imani wouldn't set us up if she didn't think we were ready to see each other again. I can see the change in him physically, the way he walks, his tone, and his style have all changed. He's clad in a nice pair of jeans, a black short sleeved tee, and a new pair of peanut butter Tim's.

"Are you happy?" he asks after we order  and find a table. I nod, "Yeah...but I could be better. You?"

"Same..." he stares at me again. When he realizes, he inhales sharply and says, "So what's up?"

"Nothin' much... I have a job as a waitress at Maria's Diner and I have a nice lil apartment on Brookside."

"That's good... I.... I'm sorry. For everything. I just wanted to let you know that. And now that I know that you're happy, I can breathe easier you know?"

"Why'd you say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're never gonna see me again," I sip my drink. Jerome's face falters. He looks almost relieved when our number is called, "I'll get it."

When he comes back, I raise a brow, indicating that he shoul answer. He takes a breath, "Well... I thought that you wouldn't want to see me anymore, so I took a position in Cali. I have a real job now."

I just stare at him. I guess he's really done with me huh? Jerome reaches for my had, "Hey. You okay?" I put my hand in my lap and I say after a beat, "I hate you Jerome Greene."

He blinks fast, like he's trying no to drop a tear, and he lets out a shaky breath, "Yeah." He nods, "I know."

"No, you don't," I stand. "I hate that I love you." He blinks in shock and I grab my bag, walking off.

"Sierra!"

I don't stop walking until I get outside. I hear him close behind, "Sierra! Wait."

I turn around and he hands me the food. I scoff, "You know we had a song right?"

Silence.

I scoff again, "You've never heard it have you?"

"I-No."

"You know what it's called?"

"Yes."

"Of course you do." I shake me head and say, "Good luck. I hope you find the one for you. 'Cause clearly you don't think I'm it." I walk off, thankfully catching a taxi.