"Selena? What the fuck..?"
On the other side of the door stood the one person who I was hoping to find before they found me: Ryan. There he stood in a classic prince costume, the look of complete betrayal across his face. So much for matching costumes... he isn't wearing anything that would correlate with Mulan, even if I was to go along and dress up.
"What are you doing by the door, Ry?" I asked all confused as I stepped out if the bathroom.
"What am I doing? I think the better question is what the fuck were you doing? I didn't want to say it, but I had a feeling something was up when the bracelet came into the picture. I didn't want to believe it. But it makes total sense. It all does!"
I gave him a blank stare. What is he talking about?
"The first time we met. The way I was treated this quarter. The looks. The bracelet. The late afternoons. The fact you didn't want to come to the school dance. But here you are! I thought you didn't like to dress up? So what is going on, Selena? Are you going to be truthful to me now that I caught you or what?"
"Huh? You are confusing me, Ry..."
"Don't you dare call me Ry. I am not yours anymore."
"Wait... what? You are making no sense! What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you hooking up with Mr. Maac! Don't act like I don't know what the hell is going on!"
That's when it hit me: he was the voice I was hearing outside the bathroom. And he was talking to Maac. And I was still in the bathroom where Maac and I were just being intimate.
"I promise you, Ryan, it is not as it seems. I can explain everything!"
"You can? Well, you better start now."
"Not here, though. Please? Take me home and I am more than willing to tell you everything. The whole truth," I begged.
"You better... because I'm one second away from having a nice chat with the principal on monday morning on how I think my ex girlfriend and my math teacher are banging behind my back and probably have been for god knows how long!" We walked out of the building, Myself chasing right after Ryan.
"I promise! You will know everything! But I can guarantee you that Maac Daniel and I..."
"Daniel? You're on a first name basis with him?" Ryan froze in place and turned back to face me. We weren't even a foot away from his car that he had somehow gotten away with parking in the front lot where the teachers parked.
"I mean..." I stuttered as soon as he called me out for my biggest screw-up. I knew better than to call Maac by his first name in front of other people. Especially in front of classmates. But here I am doing the one thing that I know not to do.
"That is not helping your case, Selena. What do you want me to believe?"
"I want you to believe me!" I cried. Ryan shook his head as he walked over to the driver side of his car, hopping in. Before he could change his mind, I immediately hopped in the front passenger side, shutting the door as I sat down. Before I could even clip myself in, the car roared to life, flying out of the parking lot, and around bends. I held onto the the dash for dear life as he blew through stop signs and ran red lights. Before I knew it, we had gotten onto my street... and passed my house.
"Ryan! Stop!" I shouted as I carefully whipped out my phone and immediately sent a message to Maac: Help! Ryan has gone mad and he won't let me out. Just passed our houses. and flying further down the street.
"Stop what, Selena?" He yelled as we screeched around corners.
"Slow down! Turn around! It's not safe!" I cried, tears in my eyes. I wanted out, but he was going too fast to open the door and throw myself out. So I stayed put as we kept going faster and faster. 80. 90. 100 miles and hour. Up and down the hills. "How can I explain myself if you are driving like this?"
                                      
                                  
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Our Little Deadly Secret
General FictionSelena is just a Sophomore in high school when her life is turned upside down. Her boyfriend of exactly a year cheated on her, her cousin is dropped off at her front door, and she moves next door to the last person she wants to be associated with: h...
                                          