Past the Secrets // ON HOLD

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To clarify, this is 1 year later btw!

*

As minutes pass by, I struggle and grunt my way into my light-washed boyfriend jeans. I pant, sweat running down my forehead. I lay onto my back, my breathing starting to quicken up.

It was the beginning of a new year, and also the start of Sixth-Form. I was, and I'm not going to hide it, extremely nervous. Sixth Form was the year where you last messed around with your friends each night, where you last pranked the teacher until University.

Us Sixth-Formers eagerly wanted to get into HeathFord University, but we all knew that this year; no one was going to be able to be that studious.

Fact.

Parties were going to be thrown around like balloons on a kids' birthday party. Pranks were going to be overused like a fuckboy's condom pack, and sleep was going to be everyone's number one priority.

At least it's my priority at the moment.

Tugging my cropped beige sweater over my head, I start to think of all the things that could go wrong today. 

- I could enter school peacefully, but then trip on a banana peel.

- I could be asked a million of questions about what happened on that one particular night (which I will refuse to answer by the way).

- He, who shall not be named  may be in my classes.

I know, I know. I'm starting the day with negative thoughts, but I can't help it. It's not like anything normal has gone on in the past few weeks. That's only a few that I've listed, I could write a whole book on what could go wrong. 

 "Rosie, breakfast is ready!" 

Jackie shouts from downstairs. I groan, not really in the mood for breakfast and besides; I wasn't really a morning or  breakfast person these days.

Waking up at 4PM works for me!

I gather my navy blue backpack and hang it over my shoulder. I sigh as I tiredly open the door, the smell of homemade pancakes tickling my nostrils.

I make my way downstairs, being awfully careful trying not to trip.

But the world just seemed to hate me as per.

My feet unfortunately slip, causing me to slide down the stairs instead of walk down the stairs. I feel the uncomfortable heat sensation from the carpet, once again, rise up onto my back.

Wincing in pain, I make an effort of getting up.

I've always hated these stairs.

I rub my sore back, now stumbling as I walked to the dining area. Jackie and Dad greet me, 

"Morning, sweetie,"

I refuse to answer any of them as I grab an apple and bite through the succulent goodness. Before leaving, I plant a small kiss onto Penelope's cheek causing her to frown.

Yeah, I'm not having a good morning either.

***

Squinting, I step off the bus, muttering a 'thank you' to the bus driver. In the view, I could see the puddle of students crashing into each other, doing the weird bro-handshake and others just hugging. 

I take a deep breath, hoping to calm myself down. I mentally force all the negative thoughts into a box in my brain and close it shut. I add a key, onto another key and onto another. Just to make sure it's hidden. 

As I slowly enter through the gates of the school, I drink in my surroundings.

So far, so good. But let's not jinx things.

As the boiling sun settles on my arms, I quickly walk up to and push the school doors open revealing a very packed school filled with students eager to learn.

Sarcasm. That was sarcasm.

A majority of people look up to see who decided to join the group of 'I came to school way too early for my liking on the first day of Sixth Form'. I feel my cheeks heat up due to the 23484 billion eyes currently staring into my light, innocent soul.

God, could they stop staring? I'm starting to feel a bit intimidated.

Not being able to take this embarrassment, I speak up in the tiniest voice possible,

"What?" I doubt they heard me but one oblivious, arrogant little asshole decided to say, "Everyone thought you were dead."

*

I furrow my eyebrows and shrug, "I honestly don't know what you're talking about."

A couple of groups snicker. One of the Lockerman twins stand up and walk towards me,

"We all thought you were dead. You didn't come to school for two months and know one knew why. If you don't mind if I ask, what exactly happened that night?"

And there it was.

The nosy people of Chelsnut high. I could literally smell the arrogance and curiosity reeking off this boy. 

I scoff.

"S-seriously? Are you freaking kidding me right now?" I start, my heart starting to beat rapidly.

After the tragic night, I immediately switched into 'depression' mode. I was upset. I was damaged and I was mentally and emotionally broken. All because of one boy. All because I fell for it. And the funny thing is, in the few weeks where I was breaking none of my 'friends' bothered to call me up.

Yes, I would've of been angry at them but it would be satisfying to know that at least one of them cared. I mean, I wouldn't of minded if that weird girl, Carla, that sat next to me in Calculus called me up for all I know.

I just needed some company at the time and I received none. Not even from my family.

"You want to ask all these petty questions, about my sudden appearance on the first day of Sixth Form but you don't even bother, hell I bet you didn't even think of asking, to ask how I am? How I'm feeling? If I'm okay? You guys are sick and pathetic. What have you all become whilst I wasn't here? Sick, arrogant selfish pigs? Well, just to answer your polite question, I'm fine."

I storm out, slamming the door behind me.

Just as I am about to enter my car to sit down and have a breather, I saw an unpleasant surprise.

There he was, leaning on his black Range Rover. My breathing hitched, and my sight blurred. I felt my legs wobble and my hands tremble.

A rush of fading memories started to gush in like an unstoppable flood.

My mind was telling me to 'go, hide or do whatever I can to avoid him', but my legs said 'I'm stuck'.

As I was caught in the moment, staring. He suddenly twisted his neck towards me, his expression changing almost immediately.

I could easily see him mouth, 'Rosie'.

***

Oh, I wonder who it is.