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

Ultimately I could not refuse, a party? My first party? With Joe?

I told him that I would think about it, but I was very convinced that I would go to that party.

Come on, Bec, who are you trying to impress?

Arriving in my room I turned on the laptop and started writing on my personal blog, (albeit anonymous) and recorded some important data to inform my readers of what was happening in my life. I know, it sounds stupid that I want to show that I'm not being antisocial anymore? I did not know, I did not know it...

Maybe Joe and Denzel and Jayden would forget about me by tomorrow.

It was only a matter of time before she went back to being the obnoxious and boring Rebecca Eyre who writes in a diary.

The next day I walked through the corridors of the institute, on the sides were the brainiacs, and at the other end the sports team where Jayden was.

"Who would have thought that Rebecca Eyre was a diamond in the rough?" Two girls, one Asian and the other American, stopped in front of me and handed me one of the red sheets that were being circulated throughout the university.

I looked at the drawing first, it was about me in a cartoon and it had some horrible letters that said "Outcasts fall in love too" and I slowly looked down at the rest.

My name is Rebecca Eyre, I live in Seattle with my mom and sister, but I'm hiding a dark secret: I'm in love with Jayden Foster, and every day it gets harder to take him with me for the simple fact that he's the popular guy and I'm still being the invisible girl for as long as I can remember. I was just the one who helped him with calculus in high school, and now all I want is for him to look at me the way he looks at other girls, so this year I've decided to get closer and maybe... maybe he can fall in love with me... .

A piece of my life had been exposed in the school newspaper.

I rummaged through my backpack quickly, and couldn't find it. My stupid diary was gone.

I left quickly while people looked at me with derision, I went to room 101 where Denzel was next to Anne, and the hundreds of sheets were on the table.

I didn't hesitate anymore and gave him a slap, I wanted to give him another but he took my hand stopping me.

“Have you gone crazy?” He cried out angrily, his face red and his eyes burning with anger.

“You are an idiot!” I yelled. “How could you do something like that to me?! What the hell did I do to you?!”

"Get him off his balls," I let go when I heard him. “I have nothing to do with these stupid drawings.” He took a leaf, spread it across my face, then crumpled it in his fist and tossed it to the ground. “Do you think I'd be able to do something like that, Rebecca?”

"You were the only one who could have done this!" Anne looked at me with fear, she had to know about this.

Denzel scrutinized his stupid sexy boy look and leaned in to intimidate me, looked me in the eye and spoke.

"I don't know what the fuck you're up to, Rebecca." His breath blew against my lips and it felt so dark it was terrifying. “But you're not going to be blaming me like a silly spoiled girl, find out who did it before you accuse me, got it?”

"I don't give a shit what you say." I took the sheets and threw them into the basket. “You're in charge of the damn newspaper, don't tell me it wasn't you because I don't believe a single…”

"It was one of my brother's friends, Rebecca," Anne said. “Last night they entered the school and printed the sheets, neither Denzel nor I are guilty of this.”

Joe couldn't have distracted me so they could take my diary, could he?

Tears streamed down my cheeks as if I were a little five year old. Why the fuck did I feel so damn weak?
"At least he was right about one thing," Denzel said with annoyance.

“ In what, according to you?” I crossed my arms.

"Uh, I'll let you find out for yourself. I'm not going to make your life easy.” He crossed to my side and we bumped shoulders.

"I know Joe didn't do it," I commented before he left. “I know you did.”

"And how are you so sure of that?"

"I'll ask him when he takes me to his party." Then I'll know it was you.

"You're not going." He turned around. “Dumb girls like you who think guys like Joe take them seriously are bullied at those parties.”

"I'll still go." Joe is my friend. “Denzel let out a bitter laugh.”

“Go ahead. Have fun. I just don't want you to come crying for me to save you.”
And then he left.

When night came, Joe had picked me up at my house and taken me to this damn party he had thrown. He helped me out of the car and then I made him stop to ask him about that post.

"Joe," he looked at me curiously. “Can I ask you something?”

He blew out a charismatic laugh and nodded.

“Did you publish my diary?” His smile disappeared.

“Do not.” Answered. “I have no idea, Rebecca. Why do you ask me something like that? Do you think I did it?”

“Of course not.” I clutched my bag. “But Denzel thinks so.”

“And you want to believe that damned? Come on, it's a party, Bec, I want to kiss you and have a good time. You do not want that?

"Don't you care what they say about me?” I sounded embarrassed.

"No, because he's never going to be as interested as I am. And I see no threat.” Joe took me by the hand and led me into the house.

Zayn blared on the speaker as the gifted youngsters danced alongside girls in low-cut, too-short dresses that showed off their butts.

This was really pathetic.

Joe dropped me off at a corner to get drinks and say hello to his friends. Thankfully Jayden was nowhere to be found, but Denzel's eyes caught me in mystery when I got distracted.