can you keep a secret? (updated weekly)

can you keep a secret?

I turned to face myself in the mirror, i didnt look half bad. my make-up was light and playful, my hair was tied back in my classicly purposfully messy bun, i had my tight black jeans matched with a blue and white lace cammy, i was actualy pleased for once, everything agreed with me. I trailed down the stairs and into the kitchen where the smell of cinimon and coffee filled my nostrels, and right on que my stomach began to growl. my mother stood in the kitchen tierlessly working to feed my guts of a brother michael, who sat at the table eying me. "you look nice today" he spoke questionitively. "my mood agreed with me" i answered defencively before kissing my mum and skipping out of the door.  

i opened my car door which was just about to break off and started the engine. My car is quite old with so many dints i couldnt believe i could cause so much havock, im lucky however, that my car is the size of a bus so whatever damage i have, the other cars get it way worse.  

i pulled into the car park of my school which (just my luck) was filled, i managed however to find a car park. just as i slammed the door i heard my name being called. "MADDIE!!! MADDIE!!! MADDIE!!!" I turned to see my best friend jaimee runing towards me, luckly i caught her before she ran into my car. I waited patiently for her to breath before i questioned her. "so why are you acting like a crazy person?" i probed sarcasticaly. jaimee gave me a stirn look before relaxing and perking up. "guess where we are going tonight?!" i tilted my head and guessed "movies?" she shook her head. "sleepover?" she shook her head again "church?" i asked mockingly before i was interupted by jaimees snort, "no we are going to adens house! Silly!" i studied my crazy friend, aden throughs these over the top highschool parties at the end of every term, but we never went because well... their was no point. "but why are we going?" i asked, at this point we were making our way to the building when i felt a strong set of arms grasp me and hold me into the air. i screamed trying to scare off whoever was behind me but it failed. i heard a deep chesty laugh before my feet were placed back to the ground. i turned to see mitchel behind me, laughing his head off at my fear which i would have found amusing in any other case.  

you see... mitchel has had this crush on me for the entire school year, which has been 9 weeks, but he has been doing everything in his power to keep my attention. i punched him in his chest which stopped his giggle fit. he gave me a worrying look, "are you okay" he looked genuanly conserned, "no, i dont want to lead you on, and your not making it easy" i stated stirnly. mitchel was tall with light blond hair and massive muscles but i never really liked muscle to be honest. "your not leading me on, were friends! but if you want us to be more i wouldnt say no" he lowered his voice seductively and winked at me. i got a shiver down my spine and i ignored it, rolling my eyes at him i turned to walk away with jaimee who was staring at me like i was the biggest idiot in the world. jaimee had always liked mitchel, actualy i dont know why, his the typical jock and shes the quiet one at the back of the class. 

jaimee turned to me once mitchel was gone and whispered "we are going to the party tonight so that i can try to talk to him, he goes to adens place all the time!" i watched her excitment and pittied her, knowing that he wouldnt want a relationship with her. we entered the building and i walked to my locker to pull out my art books, as i walked to the art building i felt the bubbles of excitment fill my stomach. ive always loved art but i have another reason now. 

i entered the room and took my seat, i sit alone in art and i prefer it that way, no distractions, but something, or more someone always caught my eye. i turned my body to search for him, it wasnt hard in the small class of eight people but he still blended into the shadows.he sat at the back of the room with dark brown hair, tanned skin, his feet up on the desk. he had a red and black flanal shirt over one of his signiture band shirts. he was gorgeous. his name was mason and he was my ex. we broke up a couple of years ago but i guess i never moved on, and sometimes it looked like he hadnt either. his eyes glance over to me a lot but sometimes I think its just because he hates me. i wasnt ready for what happened next. i heard a chair behind me squeek and a pile of art books smash onto the table next to me. i looked up and mason was looking at me. i had never realised how green his eyes were, they werent like my moldy green cat eyes, his were bright, compared to the darkness of his clothes and hair. finaly he cleared his throat and spoke, "ummm.... ugh.. can i... sit here?" he spoke awkwaredly. i just nodded careful not to scare him. mason sat down andopened his sketch book, proportioning himself so that i can not see his sketches. the longer he worked the longer i questioned what he was possibly drawing. 

the bell rang and mason quickly collected his books. i stood in his way trying to make some form of conversation. "so... are you going to adens party tonight?" i knew the answer before i asked. "no.. its not really my scene... i didnt think it was yours?" he looked genuanly curious "its not jaimee is dragging me along" "ahh" was all he could manage. I was so angry at his lack of effort i swaung around to walk off but in the prosess knocked both of our books to the ground. i ducked to pick them up and found myself holding his sketch book. it was open and i saw these beautiful drawings of a woman, she was drawn in different lights different medias but she was always looking down. mason grabbed the book quickly and ran out of the room leaving me completely shocked.