Our Secret

Chapter 3

Brett's POV

I sat alone at the cafeteria table, as I slowly gained the courage to talk to Chantel. "Chantel come over here for a moment," I called her over. "What do you want?" She asked, as she held in her sniffles. "It's Courtney," I informed her. "I think she might break." "I need to talk to you," she quickly changed the subject. "Chanty baby for the last time I'm sorry. I've said it so many times that ... it doesn't even mean anything to me anymore," I began to say. "What else can I say to you? I want you Chanty not anyone else. No one else makes me feel the way I feel when I'm around you." A single tear drop fell from her eyes. She bit her lower lip, and avoided the suffering in my eyes, she just wasn't sure about me. I knew what I wanted, Chantel. Beautiful, intelligent, funny, sexy. I'm getting ahead of myself. Finally she said the same speech she had told me a million times.

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I'm positive Brett. I was gonna tell you that I forgive you, but you never let me talk. I had forgiven you two weeks ago, but you don't listen to me. You're gonna be a father in a few months, so we have to be a team, but I don't know if I want to be with a man who doesn't care enough to listen to me.

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"You're you're," I paused. "Yes yes say it why won't you say it?" She held back the burning sensation of tears. "You're pregnant," I slowly forced myself to say. "Yes and I love you," she finally felt the need to let go of her tears. "I love you too," I pulled off a crooked grinned. I stepped in front of her, and place my hand behind her head, and my other hand on her waist. "I love you this much." I leaned in towards her until our lips met. Her soft lips made my lips feel rough like sandpaper. She didn't mind though. She looked me straight in the eyes, a new tactic to send me a message. It didn't even matter if I didn't get the message, I liked the way it felt. She turned around to retrieve something from her backpack. "You're so gullible you know that Brett?" She sarcastically asked me. "What?" I mouthed. "NOW!" She ordered her henchmen of 5 muscular men.

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I gasped at the sight of my own death. "Did you have another nightmare?" A sudden voice startled me. I woke up to a Michael sitting on my swivel chair, munching on a banana, as he watched me sleep. Watching me very closely. Examining my every breathe to make sure it followed the same exact pattern. "What the hell are you doing in my room?" I kept my voice low so my parents wouldn't hear me, but at the same time maintaining some rage. "I can't sleep" he quickly replied. "You wet the bed," I followed up on his sentence. Nothing was said after that. "Put that banana down," I quietly barked. "Yeah fine I wet the bed just please don't tell dad. You know how he is," he begged. I did know how dad was. I witnessed everything from afar. Dad never really got on to me, but Michael was a whole 'nother story. "It's okay Michael I won't let anything happen to you," I told him. "Come on I won't let you sleep on that swivel chair," I scooched over to the right side of my bed to make some room for Michael. "Fuck. I guess I owe you huh?" He asked me even though he already knew the answer. "Don't worry about it," I told him. "I'll tell you about my dream tomorrow."

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"Wake up kiddos!" I heard my dad yell throughout the hallway. I lifted my head slightly to the smell of perfectly cooked bacon, and the moisture of cereal. I got out of my bed, put on some decent smelling clothes for school, and headed to the kitchen. I sat down in my normal seat, and waited for my mom to serve me. BUZZ. I ignored the first couple of buzzes, until I got the idea that maybe this was serious. I was already in some deep shit, I had to get it together.

Layla: u know prom 👑 is coming up & no one has asked me yet ... 😋

Layla: I've already picked out an outfit👗

Layla: Hello? R u there? 🙈

*All this with a time span of 10 minutes*

Urrgg. I can't deal with this right now. Layla was my girlfriend of almost a year. Tomorrow would make it an official year. Layla was the one who basically forced me to be a part of this relationship. When I first saw her I thought she was a gorgeous sweetheart, she said the same about me, but it was when she first spoke to me I knew her true colors. "Good morning sweetie," my mom greeted me, with a kiss on the cheek. "Morning mom," I said back. "Where's your brother honey?" She asked me. "He was in my room a while ago," I told her. "Hey mom," Michael stepped in. "Good morning baby," she gave him a kiss on the cheek like she did with me. "Your dad made you a special breakfast," she cheerfully told Michael. "Eww mom you know I hate it when Dad cooks," he gagged. "It's actually not that bad just give him a chance," I spread some positivity. "Yeah protein shake mixed with raw steak sounds delicious," he sarcastically said. "Just give him a chance baby," our mom softly said. "What about me? Where's my breakfast?" I asked her. "For you today is just plain cereal," she told me as she walked back to get me a bowl of Cheerios. "Just cereal?" I questioned myself. She placed it right in front of me, expecting me to gobble my breakfast up like I usually did. I took my time. Why not? Dad was taking us to school today. "There you are kiddo!" My dad gave Michael a loud slap on the back. "Here's your breakfast," he served him. "Hey big kiddo," my dad waved at me. "Hi," I flatly said. "Your cereal is getting all mushy you gotta eat faster," he adviced me. "I'm not that hungry," I told him. "Me neither," Michael also agreed. "Maybe we should just get to school," Dad suggested. "Yeah that's a good idea," we both agreed.

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On the car ride to school I was sliding my fingers on the keyboard off my phone, contemplating whether or not to answer Layla. I smacked my lips, I honestly don't have much of a choice now do I?

Me: I'm not going to prom. I have much more important stuff to get off my plate

All was true. I had a lot to think about. Courtney. Poor little Courtney. That dream held a message that I believed was true. " I think she might break." She was too young to handle all this stress she didn't deserve, but I also didn't deserve to pick up all the broken pieces left behind her.

Layla: What do u mean ur not going?!?! I'm NOT making a fool out of myself.

What she didn't know was that she had been making a fool out of herself ever since our friendship turned into a relationship.

Me: I'm not in the mood right now. I'll make it up somehow maybe our anniversary.

Layla: It's okay

A reply so simple, and harmless. This wasn't my girlfriend. Actually I focused more on the parts that made her clingy. She wasn't a bad person, she just expressed things differently. "Have a good day at school today kiddos," my dad greeted us off. "Bye dad," Michael and I said in unision. No one stood out when I entered the school. I saw Layla hanging out with Chantel. Michael walked over to his group of friends, while I headed over to the girls. The morning was boring, but who said the rest of the day was uneventful?