Secrets

twelve

from: unknown

hey beautiful, good morning ;) xxx

from: me

who are you?

from: unknown

zach, aka Starbucks boy

from: me

hey, wyd? xxx

from: zach

nm. meet me at sb in 10 min? xxx

from: me

sure. xxx

I turned off my phone and quickly looked at myself in the mirror. Meh. It'll have to do.

I hopped downstairs to see Harry making breakfast in the kitchen.

"Morning Haz," I chirped, grabbing a banana from the counter.

"You're happy this morning," he commented. "What do you want?"

I scoffed. "Do I have to want something to be polite?"

"Um, yes," he replied. "Now spill."

"Can I go out today?"

"Depends. Where and with whom?"

I sighed. I knew he wouldn't approve of me going with Zach, so I guess I'll just have to tell a little white lie.

"Starbucks with one of El's friend."

"K. Be back by 6."

"Thanks Hazza! Love you!" I called on the way out, slamming he door behind me.

I entered Starbucks 5 minutes later and walked up to the cash register.

"Hey gorgeous," Zach greeted me from behind the counter. "My shift's over in about 5 minutes. We can go someplace after."

"Sure," I sat down at a table and surfed through Instagram. Nothing much, just some text posts and Niall's videos.

"You ready to go?" a voice asked from behind me.

"I spun around to see Zach smiling at me, no longer wearing his uniform.

"Yup. Let's go."

We walked around town for a little bit. He gave me a tour of the downtown of London, since I haven't left the house much since coming here.

"What school do you go to?" he asked.

"Well, I actually don't go to school right now. I think I'll be attending Eastide Prep though."

"That would be so cool; I go there!" he exclaimed.

"Really? I'll ask my brother tonight then," I laughed. This day kept on getting better and better.

"But, I gotta warn you," he said.

"What is it?"

"They choose to discipline students, um, well, let's just say it's unorthodox." he stammered, unsure of how to say it.

"What do you mean, unorthodox?" I asked. I had a creeping suspicion, but I was praying in my head, hoping it wasn't true.

"Well, um. Bella, they use corporal punishment at Eastside," he explained awkwardly, fiddling with his fingers.

"And your parents are okay with this?!" I asked. I mean, he kind of seemed like the kid with parents who would never let their son get hurt.

"I kinda, um, got spanked before Eastside too." he mumbled, shuffling his feet a little. Well this is awkward.