Secrets ⎪✓

Chapter 14

"3 years ago I started something awful..." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I got into a relationship with Peter Horson."

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I walk through the mace of people in the hallway when I see him.  

Peter Horson, also known as the bad boy. 

He runs a hand through his brown hair, his blue eyes not focusing on anything particular. 

I watch him from my spot. I've had an awful morning. My dad has once again stormed out of our home and gone to who knows where. 

I don't have any friends. The only one who seems interested in starting a conversation with me is this boy, who is my chemistry partner, named Jace. It is not like I'm an anti-social nerd, I just never felt the need to interact with anyone. Especially not, when I got other things on my mind. 

But I need something new, something that will make my parents aware of me. Something that will make them stay together. 

And I know exactly how to do that. 

Peter doesn't notice me at first, though when he sees that I'm walking in his direction, he gives me a cold look. 

"Hey," I say awkwardly, holding my books in a tight grip, onto my chest. 

He narrows his eyes further at me like he wants me to turn to dust and disappear. 

I try to give him my best smile. My grandma always says that my smile can make, everyone smile back.  

Everyone but Peter, of course. 

Though, something flashes behind his iris. Like he can see something I can't. He seems intrigued?

"You're a junior right?" He asks. 

I nod my head and take it as an invitation to pull my hand up, "I'm Mila." 

He looks down at my hand, and back up again. I drop my hand as he sends me another cold look. 

"What do you want?" Peter says while checking me out. 

I gulp down the knot in my throat. I know it is to late to back out now. Once Peter knows your name he never forgets. 

"I want trouble."   

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"After a month we started a relationship."

"He started out being the perfect boyfriend, but one day he showed his true colours." 

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"So, what do you want to do today?" I ask, glancing up at Peter. 

His arm is around my shoulder, holding it a bit too tight, as we are walking down the hallway.

He sends a few dead glares, towards a few senior boys, who are looking at us. "Do you know them?" He asks me. 

I shrug my shoulder, "I saw them, at the party we went to last weekend." They had tried to come on to me at the party, but I would never say that to him. 

"I didn't see them." 

"You sure? I saw them when you went to get us something to drink. Anyhow, what do you want to do today?"