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+ 11	Diary of Secrets (2)
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+ 22	Scream.
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+ 36	Becca (9)

-Chapter 3-

 

 

 

“Hey, are you okay?” Isabelle asked placing one of her small and soft hands on my shoulder. I quickly shrugged it off and began strutting away.

“Just peachy,” I muttered through my teeth.

I didn’t feel like confronting Layla so instead I decided to go to my locker even though classes wouldn’t start for another ten minutes or so. My only excuse would be that I wanted to get out of the snow and take off the heavy bundle piled over me.

I knew it was kind of silly for me to act this way but I didn’t like Tony. Not only was he bad news but he just isn’t the type of person I want to leave my best friend alone with. Just thinking about how fast he is with girls made me grind my teeth with suppressed rage.

He would hurt Layla; there was no question in my mind about that, but would I have enough guts to stand in the way? Possibly but I knew that would anger Layla because she isn’t a big fan for help. But I couldn’t just standby and know that I could’ve prevented it.

I shoved the troubling thoughts aside so that I could open my locker and put all of my belongings in it. My locker wasn’t very big but it was large enough to be filled with a decent amount of objects.

“So you decided to skip the party?” A familiar voice to my right asked and I sucked in a large amount of air.

“I told you I didn’t want to go.”

“You didn’t or your parents didn’t.” Darien sneered and I gave him an annoyed grimace.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, fine you would’ve had fun.”

Darien was the only friend I had that was part of the inner group. Yes, he was very popular and a jock but he also had brains and much more depth than I would’ve given him credit for. He had that athletic built because he was in numerous sports and cropped sandy brown hair. I guess from a girl’s point of view he was ‘hot’ but I didn’t trouble myself with that concept.

“Well, okay.” I said not really caring about the party.

“Hey, you would consider yourself friends with Isabelle, right?” His voice was barely above a whisper now and I arched a perfect brow.

“Yes I would consider myself friends with Isabelle.”

“Look, do you think you could… you know… hook me up with her?”

“That depends… aren’t you still going out with Maira.” Her name burned a little when it came out of my throat.

For some reason the popular people had to go out with other popular people and Darien just happened to be going out with the bitchiest one. Maira was that one girl people copied for no apparent reason… probably because she was just well, popular. She is a mean snob and I never could understand what Darien saw in her. Of course she was pretty, but weren’t they all? Blonde hair, blue eyes, nice body… blah, blah, blah… nothing special in my opinion.

“Dude, me and Maira are over.”

“I subject pronoun… so what you mean to say is: Dude, Maira and I are over.” I corrected him which just made him aggravated.

“Whatever! Do you think you could?”

“I will give it a try.”

Darien smiled and gave me a happy nod before strolling away. I couldn’t help but shake my head as I turned away from my locker with all of my books before I also walked toward my next class.

And then there she was. Layla was walking with Tony’s arm around her waist. I tried not to look away in disgust but it was fairly difficult. Tony has always had that certain walk; he walks with such confidence and I knew he just had a big head.

He has black spiky hair and ice blue eyes. Once again yes, I believe that the female gender finds him attractive, but no, he is not a good person for them. I had an urge to punch him but I knew what the outcome would be. Not only was he taller than me but he was also much more muscular.

But then there was Layla beside him. The outfit she was wearing was very tight fitting and low cut and I found it hard to believe that she was wearing that! She never wore something so… slutty! Her long wavy brunette hair was the same and so were her big brown eyes.

I wanted to drag her away from Tony and give her a sweater… anything! But I knew that I didn’t have the guts to do that, so I just watched her walk by me. She met my eye for a split second and I once again felt her shame.

The warning bell rang and I decided to go to my history class but I was once more interrupted by a familiar voice.

“So… have you seen Layla yet?” Isabelle asked and I nodded grudgingly.

“Yes.”

“Look, this won’t last long it is probably a phase for her.”

“There are phases that make you look like a whore?” I snapped and Isabelle looked as if she wanted to slap me.

“How dare you! Yes, I know she looks… sleazy… but we both know that she is far from a whore!” Isabelle swiveled on her heel and began to turn away but I hooked my arm through hers so that she would come to an abrupt stop.

“Sorry, it slipped out but you should talk to her… I don’t think she’d listen to me.”

“I will talk to her.”

I let Isabelle walk away and I almost forgot about the whole hooking-her-up-with-Darien-thing but I decided to do that later. Besides it was not my top priority.

The rest of the day was nothing special. The only part of it that had some importance was lunch when I finally decided to confront Layla.

She was getting up from beside Tony and from the looks of it she was heading to the bathroom. I quickly got up from my spot and stealthily intervened without anyone noticing. Layla gave me a shocked and wild look as I pulled her to a more private corner.

“Okay I want the honest truth… why did you lie to me last night?”

She was quiet for a minute or two but then a sigh escaped her lips. “Well… I thought if I told you that I would be going with Isabelle you wouldn’t worry but if I didn’t tell you anything, not even a lie, you would’ve gone mad looking for me… I know you Jason and I know that that would’ve happened.”

“Why couldn’t you just tell me… you were going with Tony?” My voice turned acidic at the mention of his name.

“Well, you don’t like him so it was just easier to lie.”

“What else have you lied about?”

“Nothing!” Layla seemed astounded that I would accuse her of such things but at the moment I wasn’t sure of what I should think.

“And what is this?!” I scoffed as I referred to her awfully revealing outfit.

“Oh so now you are my father?” As soon as the last word came out we both grew very silent. Her arms wrapped around her torso and all the anger left me.

“He didn’t touch you last night, did he?” I said slightly glancing at her arms.

“Almost… but he passed out on the couch.” Layla whispered and a small wave of relief went through me.

I wanted to tell and I knew that I was a rotten friend for not telling but Layla said that she would never forgive me. This may be senior year and I know that she will get out of there as soon as the end comes but I still think it would be best for her to tell.

Ever since we were young I always knew her secret and when we were young and dumb we thought that since we did know that we would get in trouble and possibly go to jail.

 

 

“You can’t tell anyone or else they will get into this mess!” Layla had said and I had nodded to show her that I understood.

“Don’t worry Layla, I promise.”

 

 

And yes after all these years that secret has burned a hole through me but a promise is a promise. I looked up at her only to see that she was also watching me. The silence was still hovering around us but I wasn’t sure how to break it or if I should. 

“I ought to go back to eating…” I alleged and she nodded.

“Yeah I should too… see you later, Jason.” I hated it when she said my name like that; like she were holding back something she’d rather say but this time I ignored it and did what I thought was best.

I went back to my table but not without passing Tony and giving him a small glare. I wasn’t sure if he saw it but if he had he made no response to it. I knew that I could not control Layla and I probably don’t want to but I still don’t like it.

Not one bit.

 

 

 

 

(Author’s Note:  I will not put pictures up because I don’t think you need pictures. I read books everyday and there are no pictures for the characters and all you have to do is use your imagination. Once again ignore the marking of the chapter on top… it is for my benefit since I am writing this on Word first.)

(I don’t like making this just some teen story like many of the others that are out there but some parts kind of need that teen drama, but don’t worry it gets loads better.)

(Be sure to check out chapter 4—I posted that one as well to make up for the time it took me to write.)

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