Secret
chapter 1 (Watch your back)
I hate my life. It has never been easy, not after that incident with him. Because of him, I am feared and unwanted by everyone at school. Only certain people, and my family, know the truth, and that is fine with me. I don't need them, I am fine with being by myself. I built walls around me so strong that it is impossible for anyone that tries to reach me. No one will hurt me again. My name is Jade Styles, I am 17 years old. I have long hair almost reaching my waist. My mom tells me that my eyes should have been green just like hers, but I got my dad's chocolate brown eyes. I am the unwanted, yet loved, child of the family, (loved by my two brothers, Mark and Eddy, and my dad) and, in some weirdly way, loved and hated by my mom at the same time. One minute she's all nice to me, but then she looks me in the eyes and bam! She can't stop herself from saying rude comments about my eyes. You know, sometimes I feel that I don't belong there. I'll never understand why she treats me like that, she had never given me some type of motherly advice, and because of that, I got into this mess.
I'm not suppose to tell, but like the rebel that I am, I will tell you the rest. But if I get caught, I will hunt you down, and kill you so it's your choice if you want to keep reading. Our current location is New York, and I attend a regular high school. I had some trouble with some Titans (Shadows' nemesis) before, and I had to be relocated with my family, and unfortunately, some of them followed me, so now I'm being hunted. I am disguised as a regular high school girl, who is just starting her junior year along with her classmates. High school is a pain in the guts though; the kid's style is so nerdy, and I refuse to dress the same. Boys use same color of khaki pants, and black polo shirts. Girls, being girls, wear black short puffy skirts with a pink polo shirt, and black 1 inch heel shoes. I hate skirts, their hideous, and hell no, I'm not wearing that, besides the weird looks and comments of how I dress, the ones that disturb me the most are the ones about my past. "Don't get any closer to her, you'll end up the same way as what happened to her boyfriend" ; "Why would he date her? She's a monster. Poor guy he didn't deserved it.." and blah blah blah. He had to come along and mess everything up, my feelings, and my social life. I promised myself that if I ever see him again, I will kill him, (twice and painfully) rip him apart, and then dig a hole and put all his bones in there. But I doubt it, he is probably dead now. Now, all I have to worry about is not to get caught by the Titans. However, days never goes the way you plan them, and they definitely started to get worse when Shane showed up.
I am walking down to my first period class, thinking in different ways to kill my ex-boyfriend (who is probably dead by now, but just in case he ever crosses my path, I have to be prepare..) The hallway walls always similar in their normal boring white colors, made the entire school look like a freaking hospital. Old and dusty lockers, stay align with one another like soldiers ready for battle, with punch marks in the doors made by the bullies that always fight with every single kid that crosses their path. You can say I'm one of those bullies, but I don't hurt people for the fun of it, I only hurt the ones that deserve it, like those that make dares to approach me and mess with me, they end up regretting it afterwards. Most of the time I avoid everyone. Due to my previous history, whenever people see me, they instantly got out of my way, as if I had some type of contagious illness. I haven't heard any new rumors, yet. As far as I know, "killer" is the number one.
As I turn a corner, someone was stupid enough to turn the corner the exact same side I was going to. The impact makes me loose my balance, fall on my butt. Silence surrounded the noise completely. Then, after a few seconds, panicking words float around from one to another.
"Sorry! Are you ok?" The voice of a boy asks a little shaky, and I turn, making eye contact with him. The blue bright sky is reflected in his eyes, little lines of metallic gray surround his orbs. He tries to help me up, but I snatch my hands away from his, and stand up by myself. How dare he.
"Watch where the hell you're going loser!" I yell at him. Looking down in shame, the boy turns red. Mentally laughing, I surround his body frame, (he is tall, at least 5'6ft, three inches taller than me. I couldn't help but notice, ok? I wasn't checking him out,) and I head to my next class, algebra.
The fact that it always seem to have an answer to every question it is ask, gives me hope that my life would get settle, but I don't have to make calculations to know that it will take a while. Feeling all the heads on me as I enter the room feels annoying as hell. I continue to walk to the very back of the room, pretending nobody was there, and lay my backpack on the floor, the students never taking their eyes off of me. They talk about me as if I was some criminal, which probably I am. The unwanted attention is aggravating, so I lift my head up, and yelled at them, "What are you looking at?" instantly turning them away, luckily the teacher is not here yet. Mentally laughing at the recent scene, I continue to gather the stuff I am going to use for the class.
After the tardy bell rings, from the corner of my eyes, an out of breath blonde walks in the class, probably a new student, it sounds like he is out of breath. I don't blame him, this school is huge, if someone were to get lost, nobody would notice. When he reaches the teacher's desk, he hands her his schedule.
"Ah, new to this school huh? Well, welcome to Jamestown high school, my name is Mrs. Whitefield. Please find an empty seat, that will be your seat for the rest of the year." He nodds, and searches for a seat. The room is builded as the typical classroom, squared shape, painted in cream colors almost reaching a white color, posters created by the students were glue to them, and the windows, designed large enough for a human to get out easily without having to bend or crawl, rest in an eternal pose. On the whiteboard, the name of the teacher, Mrs. Whitehead, as I like to call her, is written, and the desks are align in rows of five with enough space to walk through. He searches for a seat in the front, but all of them are taken, and I hope he doesn't seat near me. This could end up in a bad day for him and for me. I know I'm intimidating, and that has help me distancing from everybody, but I never said I like it. Why did he have to make a huge mess? That was his plan of course. He wanted to isolate me from all the people around me! My thoughts slowly drifts me back three years ago, 2016.
"So that means our 6 month relationship was a fake?!" Tears dripped down my cheeks while contemplating at the 5'5 ft., brown eye, brunette.
"No, it was not, I really love you! Please forgive me! That was before I got to know you! I thought it was going to be easy and just go along with it. But you were not easy to fool, and because of that I fell inlove with you. Jade, please" he stood right in front of me and tried to grab my hand, but I refused to touch him.
"Don't ever touch me again! I actually thought you loved me. Now I see that 'this'" I pointed between him and me "was just a fucking game. But I get you, who would want a naïve little 14 year old girl like me? That's right, no one. I was just fine before you showed up." I took a deep breath, "I don't want you to come any nearer. I want you as far away from me as possible!" I sternly demanded.
"Fine, if that's what you want, I already have what I need, I just needed to fool you long enough to get out of this mess without you noticing, but it didn't came out as planned, so now what I'm going to do now is blow up this building with you and run-"
I started laughing and before he could ask, I said, "Oh Calum, you always talk too much, and if you haven't noticed, I'm always one step ahead of you..."
A body to my right, brings me back to the present. Apparently blonde hair is now sitting right beside me. I look at him with a confuse expression, he looks back at me and shows me a small smile and turns to pay attention to the teacher. Confusion can be read in everyone's faces, exept him.
After some boring lecture Mrs. Whitehead told us about her life, how she used to be the best actress (which I don't believe,) the bell rings. The kids make their way to the door like ants do when their home is being attack. I wait for the room to clear out before I can walk towards the exit. As soon as I exit the door, three noisey girls enter the room and intersect with me. If there's anything I hate, besides my life, is running into people, I figured that after I crashed with blonde guy.
I don't say anything, but close my eyes, and pretend to be counting in silence. I could sense the girls back away from me in fear, and I take that as an advantage to exit and go to my next class.
"Hi." I hear a male voice say after he taps my shoulder. I give blonde hair a glare, thinking that he would make fun of me. "I'm Shane," he continued with a smile, not a little bit intimidated by my glare. No one has ever approach me with such confidence. Maybe he hasn't heard the rumors they've said about me. Surely once he hears them, he will definitely stay away from me, so why should I take a chance?
"What do you want?" I snap, very aware that people are watching us, and whispering something to one another.
"I want to know if-"
"Look, Drake." I cut him off.
"It's Shane" he awkwardly whispers.
"Whatever, I don't know what you're planning, but for your own safety, I suggest you to stay as far away from me as possible. If you don't want to get in trouble with me." I say as I walk off.
I could care less what he thinks of me, because after he hears the rumors, he wil only think of me as a threat. Thanks to him... Because of him, I was isolated from everyone in the school. Thanks to him, I have to deal with all this.
Finally after 45 minutes of torture in gym, and annoying girls, it is time to go to lunch, and as always, I am the only one at one entire table, whoever comes to the table quickly avoids it when they see I am sitting there. I look around; watching the kids talking with their friends, laughing about every silly thing they could think of. I once was like them. I used to be really friendly. Everyone seemed to like me. What happened then? The answer is a five letter name, Calum. I thought it was the best thing it has ever happened to me, but as the old say says, "everything that shines is not always gold." he lied to me, and stole something from us, especially from me, my pride and my heart. I am brought back to reality when I spotted blonde hair, sitting alone at a table. He pretty much doubled the tray with all the menu. I was a bit surprised at the amount of food he had.
Later, a group of three football players stand in front of him, and say something that makes him get up and walk towards the exit doors, with them behind his back. That gives me a bad feeling, but wait, I'm not supposed to care, so why do I have the feeling that I have to do something?
When I stand up from my seat, I am sit back by two hands on my shoulders, "What the hell?" I hiss and turn to face him, actually her.
"Here." the tall african American gives me a note and disappeares.
I open the note, "Watch your back, he's looking for you, don't even dare make a move to save him."
"What the hell?" Who would send me this? I look around, nobody was paying any attention to me, shocker, the girl totally disappeared, and I am sensing something bad is going to happen.
I don't give too much attention, so I put the note aside and decided to leave.
I'm not suppose to tell, but like the rebel that I am, I will tell you the rest. But if I get caught, I will hunt you down, and kill you so it's your choice if you want to keep reading. Our current location is New York, and I attend a regular high school. I had some trouble with some Titans (Shadows' nemesis) before, and I had to be relocated with my family, and unfortunately, some of them followed me, so now I'm being hunted. I am disguised as a regular high school girl, who is just starting her junior year along with her classmates. High school is a pain in the guts though; the kid's style is so nerdy, and I refuse to dress the same. Boys use same color of khaki pants, and black polo shirts. Girls, being girls, wear black short puffy skirts with a pink polo shirt, and black 1 inch heel shoes. I hate skirts, their hideous, and hell no, I'm not wearing that, besides the weird looks and comments of how I dress, the ones that disturb me the most are the ones about my past. "Don't get any closer to her, you'll end up the same way as what happened to her boyfriend" ; "Why would he date her? She's a monster. Poor guy he didn't deserved it.." and blah blah blah. He had to come along and mess everything up, my feelings, and my social life. I promised myself that if I ever see him again, I will kill him, (twice and painfully) rip him apart, and then dig a hole and put all his bones in there. But I doubt it, he is probably dead now. Now, all I have to worry about is not to get caught by the Titans. However, days never goes the way you plan them, and they definitely started to get worse when Shane showed up.
I am walking down to my first period class, thinking in different ways to kill my ex-boyfriend (who is probably dead by now, but just in case he ever crosses my path, I have to be prepare..) The hallway walls always similar in their normal boring white colors, made the entire school look like a freaking hospital. Old and dusty lockers, stay align with one another like soldiers ready for battle, with punch marks in the doors made by the bullies that always fight with every single kid that crosses their path. You can say I'm one of those bullies, but I don't hurt people for the fun of it, I only hurt the ones that deserve it, like those that make dares to approach me and mess with me, they end up regretting it afterwards. Most of the time I avoid everyone. Due to my previous history, whenever people see me, they instantly got out of my way, as if I had some type of contagious illness. I haven't heard any new rumors, yet. As far as I know, "killer" is the number one.
As I turn a corner, someone was stupid enough to turn the corner the exact same side I was going to. The impact makes me loose my balance, fall on my butt. Silence surrounded the noise completely. Then, after a few seconds, panicking words float around from one to another.
"Sorry! Are you ok?" The voice of a boy asks a little shaky, and I turn, making eye contact with him. The blue bright sky is reflected in his eyes, little lines of metallic gray surround his orbs. He tries to help me up, but I snatch my hands away from his, and stand up by myself. How dare he.
"Watch where the hell you're going loser!" I yell at him. Looking down in shame, the boy turns red. Mentally laughing, I surround his body frame, (he is tall, at least 5'6ft, three inches taller than me. I couldn't help but notice, ok? I wasn't checking him out,) and I head to my next class, algebra.
The fact that it always seem to have an answer to every question it is ask, gives me hope that my life would get settle, but I don't have to make calculations to know that it will take a while. Feeling all the heads on me as I enter the room feels annoying as hell. I continue to walk to the very back of the room, pretending nobody was there, and lay my backpack on the floor, the students never taking their eyes off of me. They talk about me as if I was some criminal, which probably I am. The unwanted attention is aggravating, so I lift my head up, and yelled at them, "What are you looking at?" instantly turning them away, luckily the teacher is not here yet. Mentally laughing at the recent scene, I continue to gather the stuff I am going to use for the class.
After the tardy bell rings, from the corner of my eyes, an out of breath blonde walks in the class, probably a new student, it sounds like he is out of breath. I don't blame him, this school is huge, if someone were to get lost, nobody would notice. When he reaches the teacher's desk, he hands her his schedule.
"Ah, new to this school huh? Well, welcome to Jamestown high school, my name is Mrs. Whitefield. Please find an empty seat, that will be your seat for the rest of the year." He nodds, and searches for a seat. The room is builded as the typical classroom, squared shape, painted in cream colors almost reaching a white color, posters created by the students were glue to them, and the windows, designed large enough for a human to get out easily without having to bend or crawl, rest in an eternal pose. On the whiteboard, the name of the teacher, Mrs. Whitehead, as I like to call her, is written, and the desks are align in rows of five with enough space to walk through. He searches for a seat in the front, but all of them are taken, and I hope he doesn't seat near me. This could end up in a bad day for him and for me. I know I'm intimidating, and that has help me distancing from everybody, but I never said I like it. Why did he have to make a huge mess? That was his plan of course. He wanted to isolate me from all the people around me! My thoughts slowly drifts me back three years ago, 2016.
"So that means our 6 month relationship was a fake?!" Tears dripped down my cheeks while contemplating at the 5'5 ft., brown eye, brunette.
"No, it was not, I really love you! Please forgive me! That was before I got to know you! I thought it was going to be easy and just go along with it. But you were not easy to fool, and because of that I fell inlove with you. Jade, please" he stood right in front of me and tried to grab my hand, but I refused to touch him.
"Don't ever touch me again! I actually thought you loved me. Now I see that 'this'" I pointed between him and me "was just a fucking game. But I get you, who would want a naïve little 14 year old girl like me? That's right, no one. I was just fine before you showed up." I took a deep breath, "I don't want you to come any nearer. I want you as far away from me as possible!" I sternly demanded.
"Fine, if that's what you want, I already have what I need, I just needed to fool you long enough to get out of this mess without you noticing, but it didn't came out as planned, so now what I'm going to do now is blow up this building with you and run-"
I started laughing and before he could ask, I said, "Oh Calum, you always talk too much, and if you haven't noticed, I'm always one step ahead of you..."
A body to my right, brings me back to the present. Apparently blonde hair is now sitting right beside me. I look at him with a confuse expression, he looks back at me and shows me a small smile and turns to pay attention to the teacher. Confusion can be read in everyone's faces, exept him.
After some boring lecture Mrs. Whitehead told us about her life, how she used to be the best actress (which I don't believe,) the bell rings. The kids make their way to the door like ants do when their home is being attack. I wait for the room to clear out before I can walk towards the exit. As soon as I exit the door, three noisey girls enter the room and intersect with me. If there's anything I hate, besides my life, is running into people, I figured that after I crashed with blonde guy.
I don't say anything, but close my eyes, and pretend to be counting in silence. I could sense the girls back away from me in fear, and I take that as an advantage to exit and go to my next class.
"Hi." I hear a male voice say after he taps my shoulder. I give blonde hair a glare, thinking that he would make fun of me. "I'm Shane," he continued with a smile, not a little bit intimidated by my glare. No one has ever approach me with such confidence. Maybe he hasn't heard the rumors they've said about me. Surely once he hears them, he will definitely stay away from me, so why should I take a chance?
"What do you want?" I snap, very aware that people are watching us, and whispering something to one another.
"I want to know if-"
"Look, Drake." I cut him off.
"It's Shane" he awkwardly whispers.
"Whatever, I don't know what you're planning, but for your own safety, I suggest you to stay as far away from me as possible. If you don't want to get in trouble with me." I say as I walk off.
I could care less what he thinks of me, because after he hears the rumors, he wil only think of me as a threat. Thanks to him... Because of him, I was isolated from everyone in the school. Thanks to him, I have to deal with all this.
Finally after 45 minutes of torture in gym, and annoying girls, it is time to go to lunch, and as always, I am the only one at one entire table, whoever comes to the table quickly avoids it when they see I am sitting there. I look around; watching the kids talking with their friends, laughing about every silly thing they could think of. I once was like them. I used to be really friendly. Everyone seemed to like me. What happened then? The answer is a five letter name, Calum. I thought it was the best thing it has ever happened to me, but as the old say says, "everything that shines is not always gold." he lied to me, and stole something from us, especially from me, my pride and my heart. I am brought back to reality when I spotted blonde hair, sitting alone at a table. He pretty much doubled the tray with all the menu. I was a bit surprised at the amount of food he had.
Later, a group of three football players stand in front of him, and say something that makes him get up and walk towards the exit doors, with them behind his back. That gives me a bad feeling, but wait, I'm not supposed to care, so why do I have the feeling that I have to do something?
When I stand up from my seat, I am sit back by two hands on my shoulders, "What the hell?" I hiss and turn to face him, actually her.
"Here." the tall african American gives me a note and disappeares.
I open the note, "Watch your back, he's looking for you, don't even dare make a move to save him."
"What the hell?" Who would send me this? I look around, nobody was paying any attention to me, shocker, the girl totally disappeared, and I am sensing something bad is going to happen.
I don't give too much attention, so I put the note aside and decided to leave.
Notes
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