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

“What do you think I do? Draw your name in a heart?” He showed me the notebook where it said "Winter Prom Planning."

Once it was time to go home, I started sorting through some boxes containing light bulbs, Christmas lights, fake snow, and a few other items that we had dug out of the basement.

"You can go home now, Eyre," Denzel came over. “We're done for today, but tomorrow we'll have to stay for two hours after school. I talked to the principal and told him that you can't miss any more classes from now on.”

“Thank you.” I answered curtly.

"What's wrong with me, Rebecca?”

"Shall we go, darling?" Joe showed up with his hands inside the pockets of his jacket.

I listened to my boyfriend and left with him leaving Denzel looking like an idiot. Even though I felt like I was the idiot.

Once we were in Joe's room I lay down on his bed, (with my clothes on), and he went downstairs for some snacks to enjoy "A Fake Wife", one of my favorite movies.

I poked around the side table where I'd found the chocolates Megan Gray had given Joe, and they were definitely gone the same as mine.

I turned my eyes to the desk that was on the right side of his room and quickly got up from the bed. Joe had a bundle of paper, his laptop on, and my second journal was visible through the opening of one of the drawers.

I took it right away and started checking it out. Yes, this was one of my diaries.

“Rebecca? Joe appeared in the doorway. “What are you...?”

"Why the hell do you have my diary?" I was so furious that I could even punch her in the pretty face.
"I can explain." She put the popcorn on the bed. “Yes, that's what it looks like; I stole your bag, but it was because I was jealous of Derricks.”

"That's…" I narrowed my eyes. “That sounds stupid! You are the one who has been publishing my secrets!” I pointed to the leaves. “Why Joe?!”

“As I told you, Rebecca, I stole your bag because I was jealous, but I'm not the one responsible for the leaves. Yes, I admit that I read your diary, but I have nothing to do with the rest. This is all a misunderstanding…”

"I sure do." I clutched the diary in my hands as I searched all over her room for my bag until I found it under her bed. “You are a big jerk! Where is my other diary?!”

"I swear I don't have it," he justified himself.

If Joe had caused all this, he must have been the one who wrote that threat, too.
 

“Finished. I don't want you to come looking for me again, Joe.” I walked past her and left her house.

The cold seeped into the pores of my foot, how the hell was I going to go home?

I looked for my phone in my bag and luckily found it. I had a lot of notifications, and most of them were messages from Denzel.

Can you come get me? 8:07pm

I waited several minutes until I received a call from him.

"Becky?” blessed voice, you have saved me!

"It's me," I sighed. “I'm outside Joe's house, could you…”

“I'm coming for you.” he hung up.

I waited out there for about ten minutes until Denzel's car pulled up in front of me. I quickly climbed in and rested my head against the seat pillow. I felt too stupid after all.

He started driving without asking me a single question and arrived at that retro restaurant. He parked in the back of it and sighed. Before he said anything I took off my seatbelt and moved to his seat above his legs to kiss him passionately. What the hell are you doing, Rebecca?

He squeezed my waist and his lips burned me.

"Oh Rebecca," he moaned.

"Joe was the one who stole my bag," I told her. “I... I'm stupid, you were right.”

“What did you say?” I rolled my eyes.

"I said you were right, maniac," I repeated, and then kissed him hard again.

“I want to do it.”
“In a parking lot?”

I nodded.