School, Sex and Secrets (School, Sex and Secrets #1)

by Sheila Michelle

  “But they were already broken up,” I quickly said, but I didn’t wanna tell them that they just broke up less than twenty-four hours ago because they didn’t need to know that.

  They nodded with a smile.

  “So when do we get to meet him?” Mom asked.

  “Probably next week,” I replied.

  “That sounds fine because you know we want to meet him,” Dad said.

  “I know, Dad,” I said with a grin.

  Mom laughed. “So I take it he got you that necklace today? As well as those earrings?”

  I smiled. “Yes, Mom. He got them for me today to kick off our official relationship.”

  “A real diamond earrings and necklace set? That’s some hell of a way of kicking it off!” Dad said.

  Mom and I laughed.

  “It’s absolutely gorgeous, but I don’t want you to wear that set every day because I know how expensive it is,” Mom said.

  “Well, if it’s that expensive then I don’t even want to know how much it is,” Dad said.

  “It’s okay; I won’t wear either of them every day. After all, I don’t go to that rich-kids school, Canyon Ranch, where girls wear sets like this like it’s some cheap piece of jewelry.”

  “Well, you seem to have a boyfriend who is gonna take care of you financially, but he better take care of you physically, mentally, and emotionally . . . or else,” Dad warned.

  “Dad!” I said.

  We all laughed.

  CHAPTER 16

  After a weekend with Brad and me being an official couple and seeing tons of pictures of us up on every social media site with the two of us being openly affectionate towards each other, which confirmed to everyone that we were in fact a couple, it was time for us to show everyone in person at school that we were.

  I waited nervously for Brad to pick me up on Monday morning. I knew that this wasn’t gonna be an ordinary day because we were officially a couple now, and the non-believers were finally gonna believe it despite our pictures on social media. I was also nervous because I knew that Lisa was gonna be at school as well, and knew that she knew that Brad and I were officially a couple since Ava told me that Marie told her that she did in fact know. When I asked Ava what Lisa had said, she told me that Marie said that Lisa said she expected it, and that was it. But I was even more nervous about seeing John because I knew that he knew; Brad confirmed that to me. He also told me that he still hadn’t talked to John yet because he knew how upset he was about us being together, and that he was just gonna let him talk to him whenever he was ready to.

  I smiled as I saw Brad drive up in my driveway. I left the house and walked towards his car.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he said to me with a smile as I got into the car.

  “Good morning, gorgeous,” I replied with a smile.

  We kissed.

  “Today is gonna be so different, I can feel it,” I said.

  “Don’t worry about it. It shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that we’re together now because most knew how long I liked you.”

  “I know, but I’m still so nervous. People are used to seeing you and Lisa.”

  “Well, they’re gonna have to get used to seeing us because it’s Brad and Vanessa now.”

  I smiled at him. “Yeah, they are.”

  He smiled back at me and then held my hand, lifted it up, and kissed it.

  Minutes later, we arrived at school.

  I could already see people looking at Brad and me, considering the fact that we were in his fiery red luxury sports car. “People are already staring, Brad.”

  “Relax, baby. They’re also looking at the car because remember, I rarely drive this car,” he said as he parked the car.

  We got out of the car and walked towards school as we held hands. The stares and buzzing was so intense it was really unbelievable; it was like people couldn’t believe what they were seeing. I’d seen for myself that people really did think that Brad and Lisa were gonna be together for the rest of their high school years, and I have to admit that I even thought it, too, until Brad and I got secretly serious about each other. But now the secret was out and over with and I was so glad that it was, but I knew that by being Brad’s new girlfriend so fast I was not gonna be received well so I tried to prepare myself for the hating and negativity as much as I could.

  We walked inside school and as we walked down the halls, people practically stopped talking. I felt that everyone was looking at us as well as saying a few not-so-nice words about us, and they pretty much were. We stopped by Brad’s locker since it was before mine, and Ava was standing by it talking to Marc, Ken, and Zac; she smiled big when she saw us. I looked around for John; he was nowhere in sight.

  “BRAD AND VANESSA! YEEEAAAAHHHH!” Zac shouted as if everyone didn’t know that we were together now.

  Brad and I smiled at him, even though we were embarrassed about how loud he’d said it.

  “Hey, Rosemont’s hottest new couple!” Ava said as she hugged me.

  “Hey, Ava,” I said. I turned to Brad. “Damn, so many people are staring at us! Shit, it’s like we’re a celebrity couple or something!”

  He smiled at me. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you later,” he said, and then leaned down and kissed me on the lips.

  There was applause from Brad’s friends.

  I laughed and as I did, I turned around and stared right into John’s cold eyes; I immediately stopped laughing. He stared at me as he slowly, but discreetly, held up a key by his waist. The key. I knew exactly what that meant. I turned away quickly and walked to my locker with Ava. “Was Lisa around when Brad and I kissed?” I asked, as if John didn’t do what he’d done.

  “No, I didn’t see her. Trust me, I looked around to see if she was. Remember, she switched her locker with one of Brad’s teammates,” Ava replied.

  I nodded as I got what I needed out of my locker for the first few periods. “See you later,” I said.

  “Okay, you lucky bitch!” Ava replied with a laugh.

  I looked back at her and laughed because I felt lucky indeed to have Brad as a boyfriend, even though I still felt bad about him and Lisa being broken up for no more than twenty-four hours when he’d asked me. I also knew that this was one secret that was no longer a secret, and that made me feel really good. But I didn’t feel good about the fact that John wanted to meet me in the storage room, but I knew that he didn’t wanna do anything sexual; I believed that he just wanted to talk, and I felt that I did owe him an explanation even though I just didn’t know how to explain myself to him for what I’d done. But he owed me an explanation as well about why he was still acting as if it wasn’t him that’s been sending me these secret texts, and I had yet to talk to him about the roses that he was putting in my car.

  As I walked down the hall to Accounting, I could hear people talking about me being Brad’s new girlfriend, as well as comments about me being a slut and a whore, and a boyfriend stealer. I didn’t pay them any mind at all because most didn’t understand that Brad and I had a very special relationship before he officially asked me to be his girlfriend. Even though it was a secret relationship because we knew that it had to be, it was still special and it showed me by how fast he asked me to be his girlfriend that his like for me was genuine for all of these years like how he said that it was, because if it wasn’t, I would still be seeing him in secret and only having sex with him, and he would definitely still be with Lisa.

  While I sat in Accounting, I noticed how Marie was ignoring me. Since she was one of Lisa’s good friends, this didn’t surprise me. Despite the conversation that Lisa and I had that night out in the parking lot after she and Brad broke up, she probably didn’t have anything nice to say about me anymore to anyone since I officially became her ex’s girlfriend, but I honestly couldn’t blame her because if the situation was reversed, I would be bitter myself because it was only natural.

  During class, I received a text from John, and obviously not one of his secret ones. D
on’t make me come to your study period to get you! I tensed up. I did feel that I needed to talk to him, but I admitted to being scared of how he would act about this — but I knew that I couldn’t prolong this, either, so the sooner I got this over with him the better. I texted him back. I’ll be there. I sent it. His text came in seconds later. You better be! You know that I’m not happy at all right now!! I stared at the text as I expected for him to say this so it wasn’t surprising to me. My hands shook as I texted him back. I’ll see you 3P. I couldn’t get my finger to stop shaking as I pressed the button to send the text. I received his response seconds later. Don’t be a fuckin’ minute late! I mean it!!

  Minutes had gone by and I still had chills rippling all through me from his texts, and these had me more scared than the ones that he sent to me anonymously. I had second thoughts about going there now because he sounded like what he had every right to be, mad, but I had to understand that I would be the same way if the situation was reversed. I looked at the time on my phone and saw how there was still thirty-five minutes left before this class period ended. I wanted this class to drag on as long as possible, but I knew eventually that I would have to face him and explain to him why I did what I did . . . and I was scared shitless to.

  CHAPTER 17

  The bell rang marking the end of second period. Third period was next, which meant that it was time for me to explain to John why I broke off my secret relationship with him to stay in one with Brad and then ultimately became Brad’s girlfriend. He didn’t text me during second period and that surprised me, but I just figured that he didn’t because he knew that I was gonna meet with him this period.

  My hands shook as I opened up my locker to get what I needed out for study hall and to put my books away for the first two periods. I took a deep breath as I calmed myself down because I was visibly shaken. John had me scared of him — I couldn’t lie — but I felt that I needed to toughen up and be a woman about what I did because it wasn’t right for me to hide all of this from him to begin with. Had I spoken to him about what I did and why weeks ago like what I’d thought about doing, he would’ve probably been more accepting about it . . . I think.

  I took another deep breath as I walked to the library for study hall. Once I approached it, I walked into it and found the desk that I usually sat in occupied by someone else; I sighed as I looked around for another seat because I knew John was more than likely waiting for me at the storage room. I found another desk and put my stuff down. I checked my phone and saw a text from John. I’M WAITING!!!! I immediately tensed up once again as I grabbed my purse and walked out of the library to the storage room.

  I approached the storage room to find that John was not here; I thought that he would be standing outside of it. My hand shook as I was about to knock on the door, but before I could, the door swung open fast to John staring down at me very coldly, and this sent a ripple of chills all over me.

  “Come in,” he said just as coldly.

  I walked in without looking at him as he shut the door behind me and locked it. I almost went into a panic because I didn’t want him to lock it because just in case he got out of control, he was the one who had the key and there was only one way out of here. I looked down at the floor because the look of it was always confusing to me. “Um . . . I could never figure out why this floor is made out of bricks,” I said.

  He came around me and stood in front of me as he stared down at me. His ice-cold gaze was undoubtedly daunting. “Don’t try and change the subject already, Vanessa. You know I didn’t wanna meet up with you today to be intimate with you or give you a fuckin’ red rose, or talk about the fuckin’ floor in this room.”

  I continued to stare at the floor; I didn’t know where to begin.

  “Look at me, Vanessa!”

  I looked up into his cold, dark eyes. I could now see just how bad I hurt him; he was really mad.

  “Why didn’t you tell me that Brad was the reason why you broke off our secret relationship, huh?”

  “Because I didn’t want you mad at me,” I honestly replied.

  He shook his head. “What the fuck is it with all of you bitches when it comes to him? Huh?!”

  “John, I’m sure he told you about his like for me for years, but I didn’t know anything about it until he told me himself.”

  “Yeah, well, Brad has told me and all of his other friends that he has liked a ton of girls throughout the years, Vanessa, you’re not the only one,” he informed me.

  I looked at him as if I didn’t believe him, but there was no way I could prove him wrong. “Well, if he liked other girls, it’s obvious that he doesn’t like them anymore, otherwise, he would’ve wanted to pursue something with one of them.”

  “Yeah, whatever,” he replied as he shook his head. “Do you realize how much of a fuckin’ slut you look like for screwing around with me in secret and then breaking it off with me to screw around in secret with one of my good friends who had a girlfriend? Do you?!”

  “John! I’m very well aware of what I did — I don’t need to be reminded of it — and I don’t feel good about having done it. I felt bad about breaking things off with you, but us being in secret wasn’t going anywhere and you know it.”

  “Yeah, and that’s because you didn’t want it to go anywhere! I had strong feelings for you, Vanessa, you just didn’t wanna have them for me. All of the sudden, Brad really starts showing you how much he’s interested in you after all this time, and you suddenly wanna end what we had for something that you couldn’t be so sure was gonna become a reality — you becoming his girlfriend. And you better know this right now that you got damn lucky that it did become a reality! Damn fuckin’ lucky!”

  I stared down at the floor because I knew that I was lucky in the fact that Brad and Lisa did end things and Brad asked me to be his girlfriend so fast. “John, I wasn’t sure if he was gonna end his relationship with Lisa, and because of this, I even thought about breaking off the secret relationship that I had with him more than once.”

  “Yeah, but you didn’t — you stayed with him — you took a gamble and won, but how do you really feel?”

  I sighed. I was tired of him trying to make me feel like some fuckin’ whore that stole Brad from Lisa and ended a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship with him just to be with Brad because it was not like that at all. “John, you don’t know everything, okay? I did feel bad about being with Brad while he was with Lisa and ending our secret relationship to be in one with Brad, but what’s done is done because I can’t change the past. Brad and I really like each other; it was no fling by any means.”

  “And it’s obvious that the two of you will do anything just to keep yourselves happy by any means, right?!”

  I looked at him, and then looked down at the floor.

  He grabbed my chin and lifted it up fast! “RIGHT?!”

  “No, John! It’s not like that at all!” I cried, and then sharply twisted my head to the right to get out of his hold that he had on me. “Look, I need to get back to study hall because I can’t be gone all period.”

  “I’m not through talking to you!”

  “Please don’t yell, okay? You don’t want people to hear that we’re in here, do you?”

  He kept staring at me. I’d never seen him this mad before. He began to pace back and forth. “You know, I just have to wonder if I had Brad’s money and looks would the situation be reversed? Would you have fucked him over for me?”

  I sighed. “John, come on, now. I don’t like hypothetical situations, okay?”

  “Yeah, I just bet you don’t because you know you would’ve!” he snapped. He shook his head as he continued to stare coldly at me. “You know? I thought you were different, Vanessa, that’s the reason why I always showed an interest in you. But you dumping me for Brad just showed me that you’re no different from all the other bitches out there, and that’s a shame. You know what you did was wrong and you’re a whore for doing it.”

  I started to become very angry
at the way he was belittling me. He had every right to be mad, but no right to disrespect me. “Please don’t call me names like that, John. You have a right to be mad about what I did — I was wrong for it — but you don’t have the right to call me names.”

  He laughed. “Oh, I don’t, huh?! Well, what would you call yourself, then? And if you think I’m the only one who’s calling you bad names today then you must be deaf and stupid! Almost everyone in this school is calling you these names and a lot worse ones as well! But you go on only wanting to believe what you wanna believe, and see and hear what you wanna see and hear, and live in your new fantasy world with your rich, handsome man now since the only two people in this world that you care about are you and Brad!”

  “That’s not true, John!” I snapped.

  “The hell it’s fuckin’ not!”

  “I’m leaving!” I informed him, and then walked towards the door. I twisted the knob; it was locked. I kept twisting it and then looked back at him as he held up the key.

  He slowly walked towards me. “The only way you’re getting out of here is if I let you out,” he calmly informed me.

  I wanted to scream. I’d never been so scared before in my life; I really feared for my safety. “Please let me out, John,” I pleaded as I tried not to let tears swell up in my eyes.

  “I’m not through talking to you,” he unsympathetically replied to my plea.

  I tried to choke back tears. “I need to get back to the library.”

  “Like I really give a fuck,” he replied as he glared down at me.

  I wanted to turn around and start banging on the door — but I knew better.

  “You know, you haven’t even asked me if I knew how Lisa found out about that time when you were dancing the night away with Brad that Friday at Sparkle. You two were pretty fuckin’ bold, huh?”

  I stared up at him. I always wondered how she found out, but I just never knew since she told me that the video, as well as the other one, was sent to her anonymously. I now got a sick feeling as to who could’ve been behind this first one. “John, please don’t tell me . . .”