The Secret (Boston's Best 1)

Chapter Seven

The next four classes flew by me in a blur of greetings and mostly friendly faces and teachers giving me piles of homework already.

But I now want to go back and hide in my AP Algebra class because I didn't realise it was lunch now. It's lunch on my first day in an American high school as the new girl and I have nowhere to sit. What bad rom-com did I step into?

I'm in the lunchline and the lady slaps some sort of food, I want to hope it's food anyway, onto my tray and tells me to move along. Jesus, I hope the food isn't always like this.

I stand at the top of the rows and rows of tables trying to find an empty table where finally I see one at the back of the huge room. As I make my way through the slur of students trying to get to their friends, I hear some really obnoxiously loud laughter and turn at the sound.

I see what one can only assume is the football and cheerleader crowd sitting together, and again I say what bad rom-com is this? I look at them for one more second before starting to walk away but I then hear someone call out my name. No. No one here knows me and I suppose Madeleine is a pretty common name.

But no I again hear the sound but this time it is accompanied by my last name so I am officially ready to die, sadly I don't and I turn around and see Alex Walker the football player who ran into me yesterday sitting at the rom-com movie table, literally sitting on the table and ushering me over.

Everyone around us is looking at me now so I have no choice but to walk over to him, "Hey, Alex, right?"

He nods, "Yep, I'm sorry again for yesterday. How's your knee holding up?"

"Pretty badly, I might need surgery."

"Oh, that sounds fun now doesn't it."

I laugh, "Doesn't it just."

"Yeah well anyway, sorry again. C'mon sit down."

I place my food on the table and sit beside a really gorgeous girl. I mean she's stunning, looks like she stepped right out of Vogue. Her eyes tell me that she is Asian and her black hair is just so silky and smooth looking I want to touch it. I don't. But still. I wonder what conditioner she uses?

Alex introduces me to everyone at the table, the cheerleaders that are sitting here are Chantelle, Olivia, Hayley, Alicia, Chloe, Amber, and the girl beside me is Brooke. Brooke doesn't even look up from her phone to say hi, I'm starting to think that Brooke is a bitch.

Oh, I've figured it out now. Brooke is the Bitchy Brooke that Penelope was on about this morning. Makes sense.

The football players here are obviously Alex, then Murphy Johnson, Michael McVoy, and Martin Rhodes, they are best friends and everyone calls them the Three M's. Then there is Corey Dalton, JP Rooney, Joseph Coleman, Jaxson Miller, Felix Rodriguez, and Darius James.

He turns around to the very tall black man that he introduced as Darius and the tan man with curly brown hair who is Felix and says, "These two idiots have been stuck with me for a very long time and if you want to keep on being friends with me little leprechaun, you will need to make a good impression on them."

"Who says I want to be friends with you? Especially after that vicious assault yesterday."

"Touchè." He nods the Red Sox baseball cap that he's wearing at me.

Darius digs into the sandwich he was holding and speaks with a country accent, Texas maybe? "I like her."

Felix smiles at me "Yeah same, welcome to Boston by the way. And fair warning Alex is a bit of a slut so beware of his charms."

Alex feigns a dramatic gasp "I am not, how could you say such a thing. I thought we were friends."

"We are friends, which is why we can say that you are a slut cause you are." Darius laughs.

"Coming from you, that's rich." Alex says and Darius just shrugs.

He turns to me like he's going to say something else when Penelope comes up from behind him, "Oh my God, Maddie, I've been looking for you everywhere, I wanted to make sure you had someone to sit with but you made it here anyway."

I laugh, "Yeah, I met Alex yesterday and he practically begged me to sit here."

"I did not beg." He interrupts.

Penelope sits down "Oh sure you didn't."

We sit there talking comfortably for another twenty minutes or so before Darius asks the group if they've seen Matt, whoever that is.

Alex shakes his head "No, man, I haven't heard from him since last night. Maybe he just decided not to come in."

Just as he says it a deep voice comes from behind me "Who decided not to come in?"

Felix laughs "You, Hermano. We thought maybe you weren't gonna show."

I ask Felix "Are you Spanish?"

He shakes his head, "No, Penelope is from Spain, I am Colombian."

"Oh cool, I was born in France and my dad was French."

He smirks slightly "Bienvenue à Boston. Comment l'aimez-vous ici? Tu penses qu'on est déjà des connards?"

I laugh "Merci et je m'amuse jusqu'à présent. But no I don't think yous are assholes yet. How come you speak French?"

"I was bored one summer and I just learnt it." He says casually and starts eating again.

Alex looks confused at our interaction and honestly so am I a little bit but he turns to the dude behind me and says "Oh yeah, Matt this is Maddie, she just moved here from your dad's homeland of rainbows and pots of gold."

I laugh at his stereotypes of Ireland and turn to introduce myself and freeze in my tracks when I see who it is.

This Matt guy is my guy from the plane.

Boston is Matt.

Matt is the guy who knows some of my damage and I know his.

And finally, I ask again, what fucking rom-com is this?