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

Chapter 8

This is how I picture Shyanne's dress but a little longer..this chapter had a lot of cussing. I blocked out a letter in each, but if you are easily offended, please skip this chapter. You will be missing a lot, but yeah.

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Blake, I'm here. I push send on the text then, get out of my car. I walk to the entrance of Dave's Pizza.

I flatten out my black and white lace dress that I put on before I left the house. I sling my black purse over my shoulder and it hits my curled brown hair. I pull the door open and enter the building. The wonderful smell of pizza hits me as I walk in the door. I look around the familiar restaurant that Blake and I go to every Thursday. I wonder why he called me here on a Monday? I start to look for Blake when I hear his voice calling me from across the room.

I look over and see him. Be stands up so I get a better view of his outfit. He's wearing a black t-shirt that shows off his tan, muscular arms and dark jeans. He runs a hand through his hair making, it messy.

Blake motions for me to go over to him with a worried expression plastered on his chiseled face. Oh boy, here goes nothing.

"Hey, B-ster, what's wrong?" I ask him getting worried. I pull him into a hug.

"Nothing." He pulls away from me and his eyes grow cold. I involuntarily shiver. "Are you cold?" His eyes soften. I smile.

"No." I sigh. I sit across from him in the booth.

"I already ordered our usual pizza."

"Oh, thanks." I reply.

"So, babe." He stresses the word. "What did you want to tell-"

"One large chicken, olive, and mushroom with white sauce. Enjoy." Says the waitress. I look up.

"Thanks, Beth!"

"Oh of course, doll." She says, kindly. I look over at Blake. Beth leaves and Blake and I both stare at each other then dig into the pizza. Once the pizza is about halfway gone, we start having a conversation.

"Why did you ask me to meet you here?" I say breaking the awkward silence then taking a quick sip of my Diet Pepsi.

"Well," He clears his throat then slowly rubs his hands together. "Since we're a couple, now. We need to start acting like one. Going on dates, holding hands, etcetera."

"So this," I gesture to our table. "Is all a...date?" I asked confused.

"Yeah,"

"Oh, okay. I thought something was wrong." I feel a cool breeze from behind me and Blake's eyes turn hard as stone. His jaw clenches and his hands make fists against the table. His sudden change takes me by surprise and without thinking, I turn to see what he was looking at.

I peer around the booth to spot Victoria, Claire, and Ed. Ed has his arm around Claire's shoulders. She's wearing a skanky short dress that you would see in a strip club. A million different thoughts go through my mind. About half of them are insults.

Without warning, Blake jumps out of our booth and approaches them. I stand up and walk over more carefully, not wanting to fall in my four inch heels.

"Are you gunna KNOCK HER UP, TOO!? Blake is now yelling at Ed. Wait..who did he..

"No. Blake we're not-" Victoria tries to tell him but Blake just yells over her.

"I'M NOT TALKING to you." Blake tries to control his voice. By now, the entire restaurant is staring. "This is between US." Blake shoots Ed a nasty glare from across the table. The thought 'if looks could kill' comes to my mind.

"This is none of your business." Ed says in a calm tone.

"It is my business, when you screw with my girlfriend's best friend and then KNOCK HER UP." Victoria's mouth drops, as does mine. I don't think that we're shocked about the same thing, though. "Then, you come and FLAUNT IT IN HER F*CKIN' FACE!?" Blake's rage is getting out of control. I grab his hand and pull. I yank it until he looks at me. Tears start to roll down my face.

"Let's just go, Blake." I somehow manage to pull him outside after grabbing my purse.

"That's right, walk away c*nt." Says a voice from behind me. I turn around to see Claire with a smug look spread across her face.

"Say it again." I challenge, taking a few steps towards her.

"I said, 'That's right, walk away c*nt'." We are within three feet from each other.

I smile, sweetly. Victory is mine. "Good girl, b*tches always do as they're told." All of the sudden, she slaps me across the face. Her evil twisted look is enough to set me off. I punch her right in the jaw.

"I thought we were friends." I kicked her leg and she fell to the ground. "Friends don't do that to each other!" She grabs my leg and I fall to the ground.

She gets on top of me. Where the hell is Blake!? I pull her hair and her blonde extensions come out. She lets out a scream of pain. I punch her in the face once more and she falls off of me. I stand up and walk to my car with as much grace as I can muster and try not to slip over my own feet. Ugh these damn shoes. I take them off then continue my path to my car. The only thoughts running through my head is 'What the hell just happened?' and 'Where is Blake!?'