The Secrets We Keep

Chapter 3- The Graves We Dig

Levi POV
You never expect to get yourself self in situations that can ruin your entire life but some how as humans we always manage to get it done. Maybe its human nature or maybe its just fate or maybe it's just complete stupidity.

When it comes down to it many believe these situations are just a test to see how you will respond to the hardships of life. The decisions you make when faced with those challenges is the deciding factor in what kind of person you are. You are either the type that stands tall in the face of adversity or you are the type that is caught cowering away.

At the present time I have no clue which of these people I want to be. All I know is that every shred of doubt that this person is not someone that I should be terrified of has dissolved. How is this even possible? We made sure no one followed us into the woods that night. So how could someone have gotten that picture.

The bell signaling the end of lunch snaps me out of my current state of mind, everyone at my table seems to be entranced by what is on their phones as well. Is it possible they are receiving these messages to? I sneak a quick glance at Taryn's screen only to find the same picture that was sent to me.

This is getting more bizarre by the day. Realizing that no one else is going to speak up first, I guess it's on me.

"Are we going to discuss this or are we just going to sit here like a bunch of bumps on a log, cause I think the first option will be much more productive?", I say sounding more harsh than I intended to.

"What would you like us to say, some idiot is clearly blackmailing all of us. I hardly think it's the time to carry on with general conversation" ,Taryn says.

"How about we start with the basics", Michael says. "This is the second message everyone's gotten right?" We all nod unanimously.

"Well that means we are all being targeted", Michael continues, "So the first message I got was a threat about spilling all my secrets.

"I got the same one", I say.

Everyone else mumbles their agreements to what we are saying. "We are all being targeted by the same person", Taryn says.

"Well I would love to continue to sit here and play Sherlock Holmes for the rest of the day, actually I wouldn't  but we have to get to our next class anyway ", Greyson interjected.

Greyson POV

I am so sick of this. As soon as everything starts to go right in my life the sins of my past come back to haunt me. That same year was the year when I got diagnosed with diabetes I was so scared but at the same time I was so sure it was gods way of punishing me for what happened that night.

I stayed up so many nights with nothing but the street light piercing the darkness in my room, just thinking and listening, back then I thought I was going crazy. I was just waiting for the moment when I heard the sirens and the cops would pick me up. Dealing with the my mini mental breakdown left me very little time to actually be scared about the diabetes.

My mom, dad, and older brother however, were terrified. I was too but I had to hold it together for them. So I pushed everything to the back of my mind, I started taking my insulin and tried to stay busy hoping that night in the woods would just fade from my mind.

Needless to say it never did.

What happened in those woods should have never happened. I didn't even want to  go but that was the way it was with Wes, it was his way or the highway. Being friends with him earned you popularity but there was a price to keep that popularity.

Now Wes is dead because of that price and the rest of us maybe headed down the same road.

As the bell rang signaling the end of the period the anticipation was killing me. Today was the first day of lacrosse tryouts and this is most definitely my opportunity to break away from the old me.

For so long we were all known as Westley's little minions and now we are finally free to assume our own identity. One more period of the day and it would be time for tryouts.

For me I had to make the team there was just no question about it. I mean it would be pretty sad if I didn't make it considering my brother, father, and grandfather were all on the team at this very same school. There is also the added fact that my old man is the coach and it would really be sad if he had to cut his own son.

"Hey Grey good luck at tryouts today, even though you probably don't need it" Sam said as she was passed by me in the hallway.

"Thanks Sam", I said after realizing what she had said.

Me and Sam had been close since elementary school when I threw my juice box at her during snack time. Sometimes it's weird having all these people knowing who you are but that it is what it means to be popular.

Girls constantly complement me on my looks and but I don't really see anything special. I mostly see my dad, with subtle aspects from my mom to.

Thanks to my dad I have icy blue eyes and jet black hair and from my mom I have that million dollar smile that can get you pretty much anything you want out of life. My mom always says that it will come in handy when I take over the family real estate business in a few years.

I had a lot to lose if everything we did was to ever get out, but really we all did. In White Oak your name is everything and every mistake you make reflects on not just you but your whole family.

People here hide behind their plastic smiles and denial acting as though they have never done any wrong.

First rule to remember when living in White Oak you take your secrets to the grave no matter what it costs you while you're alive.