Sweet Secret by Karina Castillo (Bekacastle) (classic reads .TXT) 📖

Last night had been too strange. I can't deny that I couldn't sleep thinking about Megan Gray's secret identity. Why wouldn't he have replied to the message? Did you already know that I was the one looking for you? How do I knew it?

I bought a cinnamon cappuccino coffee and headed towards the hallway where my locker was located. Opening it, I couldn't help but notice the blue sheet that was stuck to the bottom. I was shocked looking at the drawing: it was me and Joe lying on my bed and calling a phone.

I ripped out the tape that held it in place and started reading the rest.

I'm secretly loving him, and I know it's wrong to lie to myself, but sometimes I feel like the feeling is mutual.
Unfortunately, this was written by me, but I wasn't referring to Denzel but to Jayden Foster when I started to like him. This is crap.

I crumpled up the sheet, but it didn't help, because everyone's eyes were pointing at me, and their teasing didn't help at all.

What did I do so bad that everyone wants to get back at me?

I tried to hide the appearance that I was feeling really bad and that tears were slipping from my eyes, but several guys were taking pictures of me and mean girls were saying things when I walked past them.

I locked myself in the bathroom, and after clearing my head I went out to wash my face.

"I told you, I don't want a fucking shit from you, fuck you Kay!" A girl with blond hair came in with a metalhead look, she was wearing black clothes and her eyes highlighted in black shadows that made her look creepy. He took off his sweater and turned on the faucet to wash his hands and drink water.

"There are drinking fountains outside," I informed her helpfully, but she glared at me. “I'm sorry.” I went on with my business, and then his cell phone rang again.

“Has it not happened to you that men are torturing you around you?” I looked at her, and yes, she was heading towards me.

“I rather feel that the world is plotting against me.” I replied bitterly.

“Well, my boyfriend, who goes out with another girl, wants to continue seeing me, but my ex is driving me crazy. I slept with him drunk and now he thinks I want to marry him. And the worst of all is that my boyfriend's lover's brother is a jerk and he's excited because I took his little flower.”

"That's…" I opened my mouth to say something, I was really surprised. And here I thought I had too many problems with men.

"Excuse me, he's my other boyfriend. Hello Joe?” I rolled my eyes, and then she came out of the bathroom.
I went out after her, but Anne got in my way.

"Don't tell me she's Megan." Anne hesitated, then nodded. “She's very intense, she's... she's the opposite of Joe!”

“I know, I know... But believe me, when she comes to the house she wears pink dresses and discreet makeup. And at night it is another.”

"I have to get her away from Joe, she's going to destroy him." I told.
“He's with you, Rebecca, I don't think Joe would do anything stupid. He loves you, he wants something serious with you."

“She called him "her other boyfriend" Anne!” I covered my face with my hands. “And after Joe finds out Denzel was in my bed last night, he won't want to talk to me again. I don't want to lose Joe to a jerk like Denzel Derricks.”

"I'd like to help you, Rebecca… But you know someone like me would only get us both humiliated…" Anne made a pitying face.

“I have to tell Joe what happened with Denzel, I feel really bad about all this…”

"My brother will understand if you have a good explanation, believe me." And he must have one too.

(...)

I had met Anne after school to go out for drinks and plan what I was going to tell Joe about Denzel, but when I got out, I found the maniac waiting for me with his uncle's truck. He came over to us and greeted Anne with a kiss, but he just looked at me.

So now Rebecca was the stranger.

"Hi, Rebecca," he said seriously. My arms were tense as was the rest of my body.

“What are you doing here? Didn't you get expelled, Derricks?” I whispered mockingly.

“Yes.” he snorted. “But I came looking for you, Alessia told me what happened with you, and assured that she had nothing to do with it. You must believe it.”

“And should I do it?” I smiled cynically. “You're only defending her because she's with you.
Denzel came up to me, he looked too handsome in that red cap, I'd even say I liked him a lot in a cap.
"I want to take you somewhere, are you going to go with me or are you going to make a fuss, Rebecca?" He raised his stupid eyebrow.

I looked at Anne.

“Go.” said “I won't tell my brother.”

"Thank you, honey." Denzel put his arm around my shoulder and I pushed him away but he followed me anyway and opened the passenger door for me.

The truck was a red Ford Ranger.

Don't you by Simple Minds began to play, and he began to sing the words as they were.

"Won't you come see about me?” I started to laugh at his girly accent when he hummed, he turned to look at me out of the corner of his eye and I covered my smile with my hand.

"Where are you taking me, Derricks?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore."

"I don't like surprises, except the ones that come from you, you know?" Everything that comes from you has a big consequence... And no, I wouldn't want to be a part of that, thanks.

"Don't be so dramatic." Denzel parked the truck deep in the woods, and I got out and waited for him until he reached my side. “Like?”

“It's just a forest, Derricks. I have seen many forests in my life.” I complained, he took my hand as if we had something between us, something significant, not the so-called "friends with rights" or rather "enemies with rights". What the fuck are you saying, Rebecca.