So Many Secrets

Chapter One

Well today will be another normal day, right? I woke up to my stupid annoying alarm clock. I got up and put on my outfit. Some dark blue jeans, a gray crop top, some black boots, and a black leather jacket. I grabbed my backpack, and phone and went downstairs. I saw my mom in the kitchen and greeted her.

"Hey Mom", I said and she handed me a folder and I opened it. It was a police case. (instead of eating breakfast my mom and I go over police cases)

"Ugh, another body drained of blood?", I asked

"Yes, do you, possibility know who is doing this?", she asked

"No, you don't think it's the Cullens do you?", I asked

"It's not them, it didn't have any of their scents.", she said

"Is there anything that I need to know?" she asked

"No, just that Paul phased and is coming to school today."

"Okay, well you should be going." Mom said

"kay, bye Mom, see you."

I went outside and went to the truck and went to school and it doesn't take me long to get to school, it is about 10 minutes. As usual, everyone stared. When I was in the halls I saw Paul with Sam's so-called cult looking at every girl in the eye seeing if he had found his imprint yet. He stared at me for a while but I didn't stare back. I went to my locker and got out my books for history class that I, unfortunately, had with Paul and the teacher was reassigning everyone's seat because there was this new girl named Kim. I was not used to sitting next to a person, I always sat by myself.

I walked into the classroom and sat in my usual seat. Once everyone was in the classroom, our teacher, Mr. Rogers, named who was sitting with who. I ended up sitting with Paul. Then to make matters worse, Mr. Rogers is making us do a history project on someone in the Revolutionary War with the person next to us.

Mr. Rogers is a family friend; he knows our secret because he is a warlock. He was my dad's best friend. Mr. Rogers is my favorite memory of my father. He helped me when I ditched my friends because I was dangerous. He was then my best friend. Paul was my best friend when were kids, it was hard to ditch him. But Mr. Rogers helped me. He is also my favorite teacher, until now.

I gave him a glare. He just glared back. At the end of class, once the bell rang he said, "Okay, class dismissed, except for Sabrina."

Once the whole class out we started talking.

"Why did you do that?", I asked

"Do what?", he asked

"Put me with Paul", I answered

"Because we need to solve this case, and since Sam's pack hunts vampires, they trust you with their secret, we might be able to find the vampire and destroy it.", he said

"Fine", I groaned

"Now leave or else you will be late for class", he said

"Yeah, Yeah, whatever"

I went to my locker and saw Paul was waiting for me. "What are you doing here?" I asked

"I wanted to know what you wanted to do for our project", he said, I was taking my books out and said, "I was thinking of John Adams, you?"

I turned around and looked at him and made eye contact. Then the impossible happened, he imprinted on me. The bell broke our contact and I quickly said, "I'll see you by my locker at the end of school." Okay was all he said, and I quickly left. I can't believe that the hothead imprinted on me.

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When it was time for lunch I quickly got in line and got my lunch. I went to sit at my usual table and started drawing. But then, 5 minutes later I felt a presence and looked up and saw Paul there. "What are you doing?", I asked

"I came here for answers", he said

"What type of answers", I asked

"Why did you ditch me when we were 8?", he asked

I quickly stood up, threw my trash away and left. I went to my locker and got my books for next class.

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Once I was done getting the books I needed for homework I slammed my locker shut. Paul then came and asked, "Are we going to your house or my house to work on it?"

"We can go to mine if you want.", I said

"Okay"

We went to the parking lot and we both got in my truck and drove to my house. Well here goes nothing.