The Secret I Will Never Tell (The Secret Series Book 1)

Chapter 3

"Get 'em yourself." I spit the words at her as if they are made from acid. I turn and start to walk back over to my station. Kristi looks at me wearily.

"Oh, c'mon! You can't be that mad at me. You told me you didn't even really like the guy." Claire says. "Besides it meant nothing! We were both drunk!"

"Drunk for nearly a six months straight!? You just can't keep your pants up can you?"

"Please don't be mad!" She pleads with me.

"Mad..Mad? I'm not mad." I say. She smiles as if she's won. My anger really starts to bellow over. "I'm pissed! How could you do this to me? You backstabbing, no good cun-"

"Miss Stephens." I wince as Mrs. Vicky says my last name. "Miss Abernathy. Counselor's office. Now." She bellows at us. My eyes stay locked onto Claire's. I shoot daggers out of my eyes. I turn my head around once Claire looks away. 'Tell you later' I mouth to Kristi, who is as confused as ever. She nods and pretends not to be looking at me once Mrs. Vicky is looking around the room.

"Anyone else?" The class is dead silent. "Counselor's office!"

Everyone stares at us as we walk out of the classroom. My cheeks are red from anger. The walk to the counselor's office is short and silent.

Mrs. Vicky doesn't like to give detentions and figures that people will always work it out with a professional and that detention will just make the problem worse. I'm actually glad that she didn't send me to Principal Harvey's office.

Principal Harvey is an old, fat, bald man with a personality disorder and a midlife crisis. Enough said.

We finally arrive at the counselor's office and take a seat in her big green chairs. I sit as far from Claire as possible without making it noticeable.
I just hope this doesn't kill me too soon.

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"What was all that about?" Kristi says once I get to my fourth period class. We got out of the counselor's office just in time for fourth period.

"All what?" I ask innocently, all the while knowing it'll drive her crazy.

She lets out an annoyed growl. "You know what I'm talking about."

I smile and proceed to fill her in on everything. After I'm done it's time to go to lunch. She lets out a sigh.

"I knew that no good bastard was cheating. There's just something about him.. I had a bad feeling in my gut." Kristi's gut feelings have always been right and I've learned to trust them over the years.

"Why didn't you tell me about this gut feeling!?" I practically yell at her as I pick up my books and we head to my locker. Kristi's locker is a few down from mine.

"Well I knew how much you liked him and I just didn't know how to-" She stops and stares over at my locker. I follow her gaze and see Blake. I smile, involuntarily.

"I gotta go." I say. Not waiting for Kristi's reply, I walk over to Blake.

"Hey!" He smiles and holds up a brown sack. "I made us lunch."

"Well, what do we have today?" I take the sack from him. I take the items out one by one and put them in his waiting hands. "Two PB & J's, three oranges, a large Diet Pepsi, and two candy bars." I put them all back in the bag.

Blake and I have this thing where he makes us lunch on Monday and Tuesday, Wednesday is a free day, and I make our lunch for Thursday and Friday. It usually works for us when Victoria isn't stealing him away, which she used to every day.

"I thought that we'd eat outside today. It's such a beautiful day and I'd really like us to talk." He stresses the ending. We normally eat with the rest of the group whig includes Claire, Ed, Kristi, and Victoria...I nod as our previous conversation this morning comes to my mind. The questions start to form in my mind, but I try my best to push them away.

We head out to the bleachers and find a spot in the back. I take the two PB & Js out of the bag and hand one to Blake.

"Thanks." He smiles.

My hand shakes, slightly. The only way to calm my nerves is to get straight to the point. "Okay. Let's talk."