Secrets are lies

Chapter 1... Not even close

      You ever wish you never even loved a person? Maybe even not even met the person at all? My situation was both of those. I don't wish that person dead. My wish is, I never even met them at all, it would be for the best. It wouldn't hurt either of us. I never met so much evil in my life.

-8 months earliar-

      It was a normal day, any other day, but this one, this one felt off. I slip on my jacket and backpack, moving my hair out of the way. I creep torwards the front door, so I wouldn't wake up my dad, but once I opened the door it creeked. Shoot. I wait a couple seconds to go out the door. Once nothing happens I'm half way out the door when my dad says,

    "Where do you think your going??"

     "School..."I say as I look down.

    He looks at his watch and says,

      "At four o' clock in the morning? I don't think so..."

       "Dad, it's eight, your drunk, go back to bed..." I say as I grab my bike and ride off to school.

     My dad was a huge alcoholic ever since my mom had passed away a year ago. Its hard to adjust at times, but it's something you have to get used too. But it had hit my dad hard the most. I mean, I don't blame him, it was his wife, but I don't agree with the whole achohol thing. As I'm riding on my old rusty bike, hitting a few potholes in the sidewalk, someone yells,

     "Hey Summer! Can you lower the tempeture! It's kinda hot out here, I might just take my clothes off."

      "Patt, don't be dumb." I say as I get off my bike and head over to him.

       Me and Patrick only been hanging out since last summer. We both thought negative things about each other, so we never gave each other a shot to hang out, until we went to a huge business party that our parents worked at and we're forced to go, and we became close friends. We went not wanting to even go, to when it was time to leave, we didn't want to leave.

      I've always thought he was cute, and kinda always had a little crush on him. I never thought I would have a shot at even being his friend. But I'm still right about one thing, I'm not going to have a chance with him.

      "Jinkies Summer, just trying to lighten the mood... But it's not like you already had..." He says as he winks at me and we start to ride on our bikes.

       "So many puns this morning Patt, did a cat not piss in your cereal this time?" I laugh.

       "Nope, not this time... Unless I'm getting used to it..." He smirks.

       "Eeew... Okay spill it Patt... What's going on?"

     If I actually knew what was going on I would have never asked. But I did. I didnt want to hear it, but it was something I needed to hear, even if it was going to hurt me or not.

      "Okay, you know Mandy right, she's in our grade."

        "Yeah..."

       "Well... We started talking and I'm actually starting to like her... A lot... And... I'm thinking about asking her to the dance... I don't know... Should I?"

    Great. I petal faster as my eyes began to water up. It was dumb. This was just straight up dumb. I was falling apart because a guy I had a crush on. It was not fair, he had just met the girl, and he already liked her? Patt and I have been friends for a couple months now, this was supposed to be me.

     "Hey hot stuff, slow down. Why are you getting fast all of a sudden?" Patrick asks.

     Now, don't get your hopes up. This was nothing new. He always called me stupid names like that because my name is Summer, and the weather is hot, if you get it. Nevermind. Its whatever.

     He petals faster as he's trying to catch up to me. I petal faster. No! Please. Leave me alone. I wanted someone to hit me with their car. If he saw me cryimg, I would have to explain everything, and then I would have to kiss our friendship goodbye.

     I'm speeding up a little faster and I see the school up ahead. Okay, I only need to listen to this for a couple more seconds. Once We get to the school I get off my bike and throw it down.

     "Summer?? Aren't you gonna chain up your bike?" Patt says as he puts up his bike, closing in on fast.

    I speed walk to the entrance. Then I see it. A bright neon orange paper hanging on the door window. I look closer at the paper. A missing person. A person from our school. My heart drops.

     "This is bogus." Patt whispers standing right behind me.