The New Girl Has A Secret

18: Kinky Gone Wrong

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Chapter: 18 Kinky gone wrong




Summer's POV:

Can we just have a moment of silence for the inventor of chocolate? The chocolaty goodness has helped me through the pain in the ass and the love of my life.

I say quietly munching on the sweet, heavenly chocolate in science class as Evan sat beside me. His head was rested on his crossed arms that lied on the graffitied table. His ember hair fell onto his face in and over his eyes. He looked so peaceful.

"BY USING SOLAR WAVES WE ARE REDUCING THE WASTE IT CREATES. ON THE OTHER HAND THOUGH WE ARE PRODUCING A LOT OF POLLUTION WE ARE CREATING THE SOLAR CELLS, SO IT BECOMES A COUNTER EFFECT." I practically screamed at the teacher after swallowing my bite of chocolate. I had to be loud but not so loud that the teacher thinks I'm insane. I am a honours student after all.

"Than you for your input, miss Embers" The science teacher told me.

Evan jolted up shooting me a death stare so impressive that I shuddered, but was I prepared to show him I was weak? No. So instead of crying like a normal person I pulled a smirk over my scared persona. I stared at him and watched as his expression went from murderous to far away. The frown lines on his forehead softened and his lip went from a thin line on his face to a pout. He was obviously deep in thought but I didn't know exactly what he was thinking. For all I know he could be thinking about girls and sex.

I returned to munching on my chocolate when there was a loud knock on the door. The principal walked in with a boy I've never seen before. I know I'm new and I couldn't possibly know everyone but I'm pretty sure that I would remember this guy because let me tell you, he was fine.

He had bright blue eyes and a dark auburn mop of hair on his head. Ok it was definately not a mop, more like a majestic mop that fell into his amazing sky blue eyes. He had an amazing jawline that moved towards his chin and down to his broad shoulders. His tan arms, strong and muscular. I could see some ink from the edge of his tshirt. Deep red and black, but of what, I did not know.

Even though I was eye raping him moments ago, I pulled a poker face as I tried to pick up as much information I could by just looking at him. He was tall, and stood over the principal. He definately worked out, it was obvious through the thin lining of his white shirt. He was keeping a secret, I could tell from the smug look on his face. Many other emotions filled his face but could only pick a few: anger, hurt and the third I was most worried about, revenge.

I looked over to Evan to see all the colour were drained from his face. He was sort of looking into the distance with an expression of hurt? Evan doesn't feel hurt, he doesn't feel anything. He's an obnoxious, bra-thefting, tattoo artisting, love conundrum making asshole.


"We have a new student today," Mr Hawkin, the principal began introducing the hunky new guy. "His name is Blake Wetherly. Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself." The last name was very familiar, but it was probably a partner of my 'father'.

The new guy- Blake- shifted his weight from one leg to another, he flipped his auburn halo on his hair and opened his full lips to reveal a deep, husky voice making all the girls swoon.

"I'm Blake Wetherly- but you already know that." That got some laughs from the class. "I'm a pro football player, and spent the past two years getting back on track from a um- accident." He locked eyes with Evan as he said the last part. They began a death glare competition, warming the entire room and setting an uneasy atmosphere.

Did they know each other?

Maybe they played football together. That would make sense, he did say that he played football, and Evan has all those trophies.

"Excuse me." Laurel, the school's easy A, who Josh usually does in an empty classroom, had her hand raised above her slutty face, waving it around like there was no tomorrow, or in her case, until she got the attention. "I was just wondering, are you single?"

Wow, that wasn't blunt at all. Mr Hawkin gasped. "You know for educational purposes." Laurel added, while twirling her slutty hair, with her slutty fingers. You don't even want to know where they've been.

Blake chuckled, "Yeah, I am." The girl's eyes widened and some of them frantically went in search of their phones to text the rest of their friends who weren't in this class.

"But-" There he said it. The dreaded 'but'. All the girls were on the edge of their seats, eager to know more.

Blake continued, "I've had my eye on a girl for awhile." Blake and I were locked in eye contact. I shied away, looking at Evan instead. Bad idea. He was glaring at Blake with fiery passion. And not the good kind.

Their faces dropped and Laurel sighed loudly. Mr Hawkins, eager to move off this topic, asked if we had any other questions.

"Why introduce him in last period? why not first period or tomorrow?" A voice from beside me asked. Evan was eyeing Blake.

Blake looked uncomfortable, but answered regardless, a tight smile plastered onto his face, "I was busy with Coach, discussing a spot on the team. I'm the new striker."

With that, my face fell. There were only four strikers on a team. Jack, Evan, Josh and I. Jack is also a mid-fielder, but if he moves back, then it will be hard for us to work together. And we have gotten so good over the past couple of weeks. Even though Evan and I have gotten really good partners, we will never know how good we can be until we try it out on the big game tomorrow.

I literally can not wait to be un-handcuffed to Evan. Less than 24 hours and I can take a proper shit in the bathroom without having to worry about the sound, or how long.

Yes. Yes you did just listen to me talk about pooping. Yes, you are still listening to me talking about poop. Slow clap for you.

I felt a shiver run up my arm as Evan brushed it with his hand. He was shaking. Trembling. I gripped his arm to stop it from jingling the handcuffs.

Incoherent words flowed out of his mouth as he gripped the pencil he had wedged in between his fingers. Evan was shaking. Even though his face was unreadable, his legs were twitching beneath the table, rubbing on my own.

What was wrong with him?

I slowly rubbed circles onto Evan's arms in a way to soothe him. His twitching slowed and his breathing slowed to a normal pace. His body relaxed and he stopped twitching. It was as then that he realised exactly what was going on and he ripped his arm away from my hand. He stared at me with confusion. His eyes screaming for answers.

I was worried. I was actually worried for Evan Carter.



"Hey pretty green eyes," A voice called and eve though I've only heard it three times, I knew exactly who it was.

"Hello Blake." I looked up from my desk a bright smile on my face. Even though I'm taken doesn't mean I can't be friendly.

"Have you done some stalking to discover my name?"

"You just introduced yourself like 3 seconds ago. And by the way, the names Summer Embers, nice to meet you" I extended my arm in his direction and he took it firmly in his own.

He used the grip on our hands to pull me up off my chair so that the only thing from making us touch were the table. My breath hitched but it took all the power in my body to not show the reaction on my face. Blake was close enough so that I could smell his masculine scent. He smelt like wood and it smelt so good. He also smelled like testosterone. Yep, he even gave that testosterone vibe.

We must have been looking at each other for a while because someone cleared their throat. Evan.

"Hello Evan. Long time no see." Blake had a strain in his voice.

Even though Evan's legs were shaking like an earthquake against mine, his face remained blank. "Blake, what a pleasure it is to see you after so long." Sarcasm dripped from his mouth but Blake remained unfazed by it, giving Evan a warm smile. Fake, but still warm.

Blake let go of my hand and grabbed Evan's instead, pulling him up so that we were the only three people in the class standing. "It has been so long hasn't it? Was it two years? What an awful long time. It looks like puberty hit you nicely."

A smirk found its way onto Evan's face. "It looks like puberty didn't hit you at all. I see you still have that baby face of yours." I had to put my free hand over my mouth in order to muffle my laughter. Oh my!

Before I could process, my fat mouth did what it does best, "Blakey boy, would you like me to apply some ice to that burn?"

"Yes." Blake answered immediately, "And I want a nice massage if you're offering." He raised his eyebrows in a suggestive manner and I laughed. He obviously doesn't know me.

"Blakey boy, dear, dear Blakey boy," I told, shaking my head slowly, "I am spoken for, my dear Blakey boy." I mocked.

"By Evan?" His eyebrows were raised.

I think I just choked. I did just choke. I began coughing and Evan slapped by back with no sympathy what so ever.

"Me- cough- Evan?- cough- Together?- choke- As in like a couple?- I can't breathe!" Laughter rumbled through my chest. "Thank you Blake, for making my day 50 times better!"  An amused look made it's way to Blake's face.


"Then why are you handcuffed? I just thought is was kinky gone wrong."

That made Evan laugh. The handcuffs vibrated as he clutched his stomach. "Summer and sex?" He was laughing so hard he had to stop to breathe, "She makes the Virgin Mary look like a whore."


"Summer darling, would you like me to apply some ice to that burn?" Blake smirked.

It has been 20 mins knowing this guy and I think I just added someone to the list of people who annoy the crap out me. And his name was right above Evan's.

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"Can you move you fat ass please. I beg of you, get your ass out if my face. It stinks." I wriggled underneath Evan.

Evan shook his ass in my face. "Stinks of sexiness."

You would think that after a week of constant changing that we would have had I down by now but no. We still don't know how to get ready for practise. It was the last one before the big game had I want to make it count. I don't need Evan to make me late.



We pulled and pushed yet we were getting no where. I tried untangling our limbs but only made us fall off the bench in the locker room. I yelped as I fell on top of Evan, my hand rested on his chest, our breaths mingling. Our faces were inches apart and I could feel his hot breath against my cheek. We stayed there, frozen until I pulled myself away.

There was no way I could feel something like that for Evan. I am being unlawful to Jack. Why would I break his heart for someone who will just break mine? What has Evan done to deserve the feelings I shouldn't be feeling for him? I just can't.

With the awkardness heavy in the air, we changed quietly, trying not to bump or make eye contact. I bent down to gather my things as he bent to gather his own.

"I think you missed this," Evan held up my replacement bra, for the one he ever so kindly tortured and killed. See? This is exactly why I can't like him, he's an underwear murder. The worst of the worst. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I took the deep pink lace bra off him and shoved it into my bag. I adjusted my shoe laces on my runners and with that, we made our way to the field to commemnce with the final practise before the big game and my freedom with my attachment to Evan.

Freedom here I come.

"Evan, Summer. Can I have a word with the both of you please." Coach stood in front of the team, his hands crossed over his chest, and a thin line over his mouth. Crap, we didn't really improve, so what was the whole point in handcuffing us? The only thing that I learnt from the experience was how to pee and change with sonic speed. I did learn a deep dark secret of Evan's but I don't really want to talk to him about it, not just yet.

Evan stood up, taking me with him as we walked side by side to coach's office. I turned back to the team to see Jack, Josh and the twins giving me huge thumbs up and big smiles on their face. I winked back but something caught my eye. Sitting behind Jack was Blake and he had a smirk on his face. I hope he didn't think that the wink was for him because talk about awkward.

When we walked into Coach's office he sat behind his desk, streaks of light from the window shining over his face magnifying the frown on his face. Crap cakes. "Since you have been missing most of the practises this past week because of your changing, the rest of our team and myself have come up with a competition. Let's hope that you have practised extra because if you don't win then it's your spot on the team that's on the line."


Well crapper crap cakes.









Evan's POV:

Coach decided that keeping the handcuffs on while the competition went on would be the best thing. I think it's the worst but who even cares what I think? Yep, that's right, no one.

I could hear noise from outside of coach's office but I reckoned it was just the boys from the team. Oh how I was wrong.

"We will give you two minutes to discuss a game plan, then I will come to open the door to let the games begin." Coach gave us one last nod before exiting the office.

I was not prepared for this. I reckon that it's all BLAKE'S idea. God he is always getting everything he wants, he always gets it on a golden platter served with silver cutlery. Ugh. It's so frustrating. And to think that I was finally through from him two years ago. To think that I would finally be the one to be in the spotlight.


Well how lovely it was to have it last for two years before it will be ripped from beneath me again.

"EVAN! What has gotten into you? You just stand there looking-" even though I could see Summer's lips moving and see her exasperating hand movements, I completely blocked her out as I stood there thinking about just how bad my life sucked. I kept ignoring her until she said something that made me snap into reality.

"Look, if this is about your cancer, then don't worry because I already-" I slapped my hand over her mouth before she could utter another word.

"How did you find out about it?" I breathed. No one knew, only Sal and mum know. I was is careful enough for her not to notice the pills, so how?

"Mmmfn, gennnm, blghhmn-"

I frowned, "What?" She pointed to the hand I still had placed firmly over her lips. I chuckled slightly as I slowly removed my hands over her mouth.


"Did you seriously think that I wouldn't notice you pop pills into your mouth every three seconds? Or the constant foil noise that came from your pockets every time you moved?" Summer began in an matter-of-fact voice, "I thought you were on drugs! Well, you were, but I thought you were on crazy drugs. Then when you showered I went through your cabinet, and well, I found the packet, Why didn't you tell me? Okay, don't answer that, I already know." She trailed on, shaking her head. She went through my stuff? Okay, I watched her sleep, but that's different. Right?

"We were handcuffed together for god's sake! We were always in each other's personal space, don't you think that I wouldn't notice your personal habits?"

She sighed but I could tell she was no where near done. "Look, if you're wondering, I haven't told anyone about it. And I don't plan on telling anyone about it." Thank god, looks like you do listen to my prayers!

She began pacing, taking me with her as she took steps from the door to the wooden desk across from it. She propped herself up on the desk and turned me so that I was facing her. With her sitting on the desk we were eye to eye. She had pulled me forward so that I was standing in between her legs. I tried not to think about how close we were. Or if I just moved an inch our lips would be moulded together. I tried not to think about how our breaths were mingling together. But me being weel, me, failed miserably at everything to do with anything. 

"Look, I know that we don't get along or that you don't particular like me but let's get this one thing clear. There is no way in heaven or hell that I'm giving up on my spot. I know how much soccer- um- football- means to you and I don't know what's gotten into you lately but you better cut the crap and get your head in the game." She smiled, and I remembered when she was snooping around my study and stated singing 'getcha head in the game'.