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

"This was wrong." I put my head in my hands as Denzel got dressed. 

Seriously Rebecca? Will you tell him that?

"I thought you liked it a lot," he said dryly. 

You're amazing, Rebecca, you've hurt his feelings.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think having sex in my room while my mom and your uncle have a nice dinner is exactly right." I slid the skirt back down my legs, the damn thing was tight...

"I assure you, what they do down there isn't exactly healthy, Rebecca." I stood up and started to fix my hair.

"This can't happen again anyway, you're not my boyfriend and I don't want you to understand something that isn't, Derricks." Denzel approached me and eyed me cautiously. I hope what I'm about to say doesn't complicate things.

You are amazing woman!

“You're right, Rebecca. He twitched his nose. “We're just strangers, but our bodies already know each other and you can't help but be sexually attracted to each other.”

Moron.

"It's just sex," he finally said. "I've had it with a lot of girls." Hearing his comment I threw my brush at him and squeezed my eyes shut in anger. That really pissed me off.

"Go away," I mumbled, and he obeyed.

(...)

"How was your night, darling?" I couldn't avoid my mother's presence the next day. He was literally waiting for me in the kitchen, with a raised eyebrow, his cup of coffee and a newspaper.

She must have been furious.

“Did you know that Denzel Derricks is an idiot, mommy?” My mother looked up from her newspaper and placed it on the table.

“Rebecca!” I scolded.

"Now are you going to defend him?" What happened to "stay away from him", mommy?” My mother took a sip of coffee. I like your uncle, but I don't like the fact that you and him are dating. My God, Mom, you've ruined their marriage!

“I didn't screw up anything, Rebecca!” My mother pounded on the table and raised her voice. “Do not question me about my decisions again, we are both adults and we know how to handle the situation. And by the way, the principal called me this morning, said that you would no longer be able to participate in the opening winter dance and that you were suspended for three days.”

I was swallowing the desire to cry, I had never claimed my mother in such a strong way, but I knew she was right, she was not a saint and the only way to explain why they are together is because my mother ruined her marriage They must have known each other when they were young and they must have been boyfriends... What other explanation could there be?

“I'll change schools for you, Rebecca.” he continued.

“I can't, there are my friends.” I defended.

“You will do what I tell you, I have already called several institutes so that you revalidate your subjects, you will have a degree in Literature and that is all. Whoever has a grudge against you will stop hurting you.”
"I can't go now, mom..." I dropped the backpack I had already packed to start my classes. “I have acted maturely and I have not said anything, I have not taken so much importance. I have very good grades, do you think they would like to lose a student?”

"Don't you understand, daughter? If you continue in that place you will end up very badly because of one of them. I do not want and I will not make my daughter continue to suffer.”
Another institute?

Come on, Rebecca, your world has gotten out of control once again.

(...)

“Are you going to change schools?” Anne sounded flustered. I made myself comfortable on my bed as she paced around the room. “Have you told Denzel yet?”

"I won't say anything to him." I rolled my eyes. “It practically confirmed for me that I was a bloody promiscuous man, and my mother and her uncle already have I don't know what…”

"Have you thought about my brother?" Anne asked. “I know what he did was very wrong, but have you even thought that it's not about him? That all this is not in your hands?”

“It's very hard to believe that, Anne. First Alessia, then Jayden Foster, and now your brother.”

“The only one we haven't questioned is Jayden. You and Joe saw him and Alessia at the drive-in, but I say we talk to him. If we find the culprit, you might not get kicked out of school.” he proposed.

"What you say sounds interesting, Anne." I stood up. “Let's question him.”

"Wait." He opened his eyes. “Are you telling me you know where he lives?”

"I was a sickly lover who followed him everywhere," I replied, not so proud of that. “Obviously I know where he lives.”

(...)

I knocked several times until Jayden Foster opened the door. He was in plain clothes and his long hair was a bit messy.

“What do they want?” He sounded irritated.

“We can enter?” I asked, the Rebecca from before was dying of nerves.

“I'm busy and I don't have much time. It's at the door or it's nothing.”

“Okay, at the door.” I gave Anne an absurd look, then back at Jayden. “Are you the one who's been posting bits of my diary?”

Jayden began to laugh smugly, licked his lower lip and arched his eyes.

"That's a very stupid question." I swallowed hard.

How is it that I could fall in love with this idiot for almost three years?

“Just answer, Jayden. Did you have something to do with it?” I insisted, this time irritated.

"You're just looking for someone to blame," he said. “No. I have absolutely nothing to do with it, why don't you ask Joe? He is the one who has been saying that you had a pleasurable affair with him at his house the other night.”