Secrets (Secrets Book #1)

Movie Night

"It was so weird, the younger boy Keller reminded me of that phycopath muderer type of person." I said to Carter as I poured more chips into a bowl.

"Keller is only one letter off of killer!" Carter said laughing.

"I'm serious, you had to have been there." I said throwing a chip at him.

All kinds of rumours went around school today when Jagger and Avon didn't show up. Some people said they moved back to where they came from. I hope so, they could leave and I didn't care.

Now Carter and I were getting ready to watch a horror movie, dad always worked late on Friday's so I usaully had Carter over, and if dad wasn't home by 10 Carter stayed the night. I told my dad that I was afraid to stay home by myself at night and he'd given in.

"Whatever, just come sit." Carter said excitedly while turning the movie on. I turned the lights off and sat beside him.

This was my second time watching The Human Centipede and I still got scared.

"Don't go in there, don't go in there." Carter said and I burried my face in his chest so I wouldn't have to watch.

I could hear the sound affects, and wrapped my arms around Carter. "Be right back," He said getting up.

"K," I said nervously. The movie was still playing, the only reason I watched this was because Carter liked to. I had a sweet spot for him.

It was getting close to another scary part, "Carter, are you almost done?" I called.

No answer.

"Carter?" I tried again.

Not answer.

Right as the scary part happened a figure popped up in front of me. "AHH!" I screamed.

I heard crashing sounds all over the room and the coffee table flew from under my feet to hit the wall. I kept screaming.

The lights switched on and Carter was at my side, I was trembling. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd get that scared."

I looked around the livin room to see it was a mess, vases, picture frames, nick-nacks littered the ground. The coffee table was in 2 peices and the couch I was sitting on had moved a few feet back.

"Holy crap!" Carter said looking around.

"Carter!" I cried slapping him.

"I didn't think you'd break a table." He said still looking around the room.

I got up and started to pick up peices of broken glass off the floor from a vase. "Don't just sit there," I said looking back at Carter who was sitting on the couch, "Help me."

He got up and moved away the broken table. There was a huge dent in the wall and part of the dry wall was busted.

"What do I tell my dad?" I said getting the mini garbage from the washroom to put the glass in.

Carter didn't respond. "Earth to Carter." I said clapping my hand to get his attention.

"How did you do that?" He asked turning his gaze to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked nervously realizing a normal person couldn't have done this out of fear.

"I mean, you can hardly climb halfway up the rope in gym class, how did you manage to push the table into the wall with enough force to break the dry wall."

"I don't know, it's like that thing when people get a shot of adrenaline they can lift cars or whatever." I said as explanation hoping he'd buy it.

"I don't know, you've been acting weird lately." He said picking up objects and putting them on the correct shelves. He'd been here so much he knew where everything went.

I got an idea to get him to drop this topic. "I don't know Carter, I guess that I've been trying to figure out everything with my body changing, and my boobs are -" I started but he cut me off.

"TMI! That was to much information for me." He said plugging his ears so he wouldn't have to listen.

He hated anything to do with puberty. When we were 12 I got my first training bra, I told him what it was and he was scarred for life. I still tease him to this day about periods and bras.

I laughed and continued to clean up the living room.

An hour later we had cleaned up all we could, I still didn't know what I was going to tell dad. It was 10:30 so we decided to ditch the movie and go to my room, dad always makes Carter sleep on the floor in hopes that he'd stop sleeping over.

I left a note on the broken coffee table that read, "Will explain in the morning"

I went to brush my teeth and change into my PJ's, in the bathroom my ears did one of those ring things where all you hear for half a second is an ear splitting whistle. I'd been having those moments since I was a kid.

"This is the night you tell her." I heard Carters thoughts load and clear, and he was 2 rooms over.

I know he likes me, I've known since we were 14 years old when I over heard him talking to his friends. They'd made it painfully obvious and I felt bad so I never mentioned it.

I didn't like him and I don't think I ever could, sure we went everywhere together, but he was like a brother.

"Don't be scared, just ask her to the dance." Oh no he was going to ask me to the dance. Not good, I couldn't say no that would be mean.

I walked into my room and he was sitting on my bed looking nervous. I had to get him to go with someone else. Gossip.

"Carter," I sqeulled in fake excitment.

He looked over at me.

"I was going to tell you this earlier," I started, he looked way to excited. "I heard from Jane that Sarah has a crush on you,"

His eyes widened a little, Sara was one of Jane's friends, she was single and I was pretty sure she liked Carter, but I wasn't sure. To bad, if I was wrong I could blame Jane and she'd play along because I'd tell her why I lied to him.

"Really?" He said in disbelief.

"Yup!" I jumped into his lap.

"Wow,"

"You should take her to the dance," I sudgested. I could see the pain flash across his face and I felt like a terrible person.

"Who are you going with?" He asked stroking my hair. Most people think we're a couple due to his actions towards me, and how we are joined at the hip. He wouldn't make a bad boyfriend, it's just I can't feel that way about him.

"I don't have to go to some stupid dance." I say and right when it comes out of my mouth I know I said the wrong thing.

"I'm not going it your not going," He said stubornly.

I hear the front door open and I know it's my dad, I really didn't want to explain the mess to him. "Go, on the floor." I whisper to Carter while turning off the lights.

I get into bed right when my dad opens the door to my room. I can see the light from the hallway pour into my room.

"I should just wake her up now and send Carter home."

No! Go to bed. Go to bed. Go to bed. I think just like the time I wanted to go home. He closes the door and I hear his footsteps creak over to his room.

Carter and I both expelle our breathes we'd been holding. "I'm not going to the dance without you." He whispers so quiet I hardly hear.

"Then I'll find someone to go with." I whisper back. I know that's not what he wanted me to say.