Welcome to the States, Good Girl (J and S sequel to Bad Boy's Broken Cinderella)

I Only Wish I Knew Your Secret

I Only Wish I Knew Your Secret

My paint brush stroked the door frame to the kitchen as I thought over everything that had happened at the super market yesterday evening.

Danny had explained to me that they had slowly seen the change in John over the last couple of years. It got to the point where they wouldn't see him for entire weekends and he barely did more than grunt when he walked through the front doors.

Something had changed him, and they, nor anyone else for that matter, knew what.

I looked at my watch and cursed. I had to go or I would be late for school.

Quickly, I pulled my hair out from under the old bathing cap I had on to keep paint out of my hair and pulled off the plastic bag I had thrown over my clothing.

I shook my curly hair out, grabbed my bag and raced out the door to my car. 

When I got to school I had five minutes to get my books and get to class.

I quickly raced into first period English after wrestling with my lock and plopped down in seat next to June. She smirked when she saw me. "You got a little something on your face," she told me, gesturing to her cheek.

I rubbed at my cheek and the dark green paint that was meant to be accents for my kitchen doorframe peeled off of my cheek.

I rubbed for a bit more until no more came off and I turned to June, "Is my face good." She gave me a thumbs up and a smile making us both laugh.

Today she had went with a light pink skater skirt and a black tank top that said CRAZY in big white letters. She was wearing her usual pair of Converse and her hair was up in a huge messy bun with a light pink head band and big, black, chandelier looking earrings. Her makeup was perfect as usual with a light blush, matching lipstick, cat eyes, and perfectly trimmed eyebrows.

Suddenly it dawned on me to ask, "Why aren't you one of the more popular girls." Instantly I clapped my hands over my mouth and started stuttering, "I don't mean you're not popular....I just...you're so pretty and all and-"

She cut me off with a laugh and a wave of the hand saying, "No, I'm not offended. I know what you meant. Honestly, I have nothing against people who are popular, most of them are pretty decent. They are human too. But I've been going to school with these kids as long as I can remember and I know what they all are like. I'm not popular because I never have and never will want to be friend with those girls, because they are vicious bitches. I've seen what they've done and I don't want to become like them or become a victim of them."

I nodded as I thought that over. She had a good point.

"Why aren't you popular? Why did you choose me and my friends over them?" she asked and I looked over at her. There was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes under all the toughness she wore.

I blushed and said simply, "I never have been popular. I've never wanted to be."

Before she could ask anymore, the teacher walked in. I let out a sigh of relief. I really didn't feel like getting into that long-winded discussion yet.

The teacher stood at the front of the classroom and said, "I would like you to get together with your partner to discuss what progress you have made so far."

Quickly, everybody climbed up and out of their seats. I looked back to see that John wasn't moving, so with a groan I got to my feet and slouched back to a desk by his.

"I moved last time," he said with a smirk and I rolled my eyes at him.

Clapping my hands together, I was just about to start asking him how far he got into the book when he interrupted me. "You have green paint on your neck," he said, reaching his hand forward and rubbing it against my neck. His rough hands against my smooth skin almost made me shiver, but I held it back and simply looked at him.