Secrets

Chapter Four

Anya

I feel sick. I'm sat on the floor in a cubicle of the girls toilets and I can't get up. I can't believe Cammie just did that to me. And who would've guessed that that guy was part of the elites! Wow, I really am trying to make my life take a turn for the worse in one day.

"Anya?" Someone calls.

"Yes?" I moan. I bet someone's come in here to have a go, or make fun of me. This is the last thing I need right now.

"Are you okay?" The voice sounds sincere and slightly concerned.

"Fine, thanks."

"Can you come out here?" Suddenly I have visions of being attacked with something the second I open the door, however, this day can't get any worse so what does it matter? I groan and stand, opening the door and stepping out of the cubicle.

Much to my surprise, Susannah is stood in front of me. Red poker straight hair tied high above her head and her green and yellow cheerleading jacket replacing the mandatory school blazer.

"Susannah? What can I do for you?" I head towards the mirror and am pleasantly surprised to see I don't look too bad, all things considered.

"I wanted to see how you were. Cameron shouldn't have done that, but you did amazing. Everyone is talking about it. That and Devan Anderson of course."

"Devan Anderson?" Who's that?

"The gorgeous guy you were talking to from the elite?" She looks at me expectantly. Ah, so that's his name. "How do you know him anyway? First Cameron, then Devan!"

"I don't know him. I ran into him by mistake earlier and he was just being nice when he saw that I was going to bolt out of the door."

"Hmph." Susannah snickers to herself.

"What?" I snap, probably a little too harshly.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just..." she pauses and jumps up to sit on the counter next to the sink I am using. "Devan Anderson doesn't speak to anyone. And I mean anyone, except the elite and the footballers. And that's only because he's the quarterback." She says dreamily. Of course he is!

"He's the richest guy here," she continues, "Both him mom and dad are mega mega successful so he's heir to a huge fortune." I'm glad to see they've got their priorities in order - is this stuff really that important here?

"But he's also a bit of a jerk. You see, the only one out of the elite that will give anyone the time of day is Sam Thomas, the surfer looking one?" So that's Sam. I need to write this down! "But the others just keep to themselves. Jackson is in a band, but not with anyone who goes here. He's so gorgeous!" She gushes while talking about him and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

"Seriously though Anya, watch your step. Kayleigh was furious when she saw how smitten Cameron was with you, but now Devan? Careful, she'll scratch your eyes right out." She giggles. I think I like Susannah.

"Susannah.." I begin.

"Suzy."

"Okay, Suzy," I continue, "First of all, Cammie is not smitten with me, we just go way back that's all. We were extremely close. That's not something you just forget."

"Was he your boyfriend?"

"What? Hell no!" That's just disturbing.

"Oh, well I think he likes you!" She's practically bouncing and I nearly vomit at the thought.

"No, trust me. He doesn't." I'm not getting into details with someone I don't know. "And I'm sorry if Kayleigh is jealous because she thinks that because it's not the case. Second of all, this Devan guy has been nice enough to me but he's being nothing other than polite. For reasons I don't know, but none the less, let's not let rumours get started unnecessarily."

"Rumours have already started Anya. Just make sure you're ready for them."

At that point the bell rang, we said our goodbyes but not before she directed me to AP Music Theory. I head into class and give my 'new student' slip to the teacher who points me to a free seat in the second row.

Everyone looks at me in awe except for one set of eyes that are scrutinising me in the back of the class. He was sat with Devan and Sam at lunch so must be an elite. I'm guessing after Suzy saying that he was in a band that this must be Jackson. I give him a small smile and look back to the front as Mr. Franco begins teaching.

"Miss Blakeman, it says on my notes here that you have a Bachelor in Music. This must be a mistake?" He asks.

"No sir, it's not a mistake." I answer quietly and put my head down.

"Aren't you a little young for that Miss Blakeman? Aren't you 17? You shouldn't have completed this until you were 21?"

"That's right, sir. It's something I did on the side of school due to my interest in music."

"You did a full time three year degree on the side of high school?"

I nod sheepishly while a couple of people start to whisper.

"Well," he continues, "It might be a challenge to teach you something you don't know then Miss Blakeman." Mr. Franco says with a genuine smile and I start to relax. Maybe we'll get on after all.

*****

Devan

Damnit Jackson! He's always late when he's coming out of AP Music Theory. Isn't the damn class long enough without him staying late? It's like he can't get out of there!

I'm leaning against the hood of my Aston Martin DB9 and getting impatient. The rest of school has left already and if it wasn't for the fact that Jackson is staying with me for the week then I would not be here myself.

I hear a girl laughing and look up to see Jackson walking out of the entrance to the music block laughing with....Miss UK? What the hell? They look like they're having a good time together. That's rich coming from one of the guys who was berating me earlier for talking to her.

She looks up and catches my eye and instead of shying away or blushing like most girls do, she gives me a cheeky, knowing smirk that is probably the hottest thing I have ever seen.

"I'd really like that, thanks." Jackson says in reply to something she must have suggested. "I'm staying with Devan this week so can't but maybe next week you can come over to mine and we can look at it?"

Just as she begins to nod I nearly pass out. Did Jackson just invite her round to his house? What the hell is that about? There is no way in hell I'm letting him take her to his - God only knows what he'll try.

"What's this?" I ask.

"Oh, hey Dev. Anya's going to help me with some composing." He says and smiles at her. What's with that grin?

"What, you can't do that at my house?"

"Well, yeah, but I didn't think you'd want me inviting people to yours." He says, laughing.

"It's fine," I turn my attention back to her, "Come round at six. Don't be late." I turn to get in my car and she puts her hand on the door to stop me.

"I'm sorry but I'm busy. Oh, and I don't take orders like that I'm afraid." This girl's got to be kidding me.

"No worries Anya," Jackson laughs, "Let me know when you're free and we'll set something up."

"Will do." She smiles at him. Why is she smiling at him and growling at me? Oh wait, I get it. This is what girls do when they like you, right? Act mean and uninterested? Well I'm onto you Miss UK.

"Hey you need a ride home?" Jackson asks her. I'm just about to interrupt and say hell no when I notice her paling slightly. Interesting.

"No thanks, I like walking. See you tomorrow!" She waves slightly and smiles as she walks off out of the school grounds and it takes a smack around the head from Jackson to get me to stop looking at her ass.