Our Secret

Chapter 3

Noah

I awoke to the sound of my alarm ringing out, and felt pain shoot throughout my face. Holy shit! That fucking hurt. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I looked into the mirror. What started back at me, to my dismay, was a disheveled looking kid with a black eye. Shit, how am I going to explain this? 

Creeping downstairs, I looked into the living room. My father was completely out cold. He had been drinking too much the night before, yet again, and still hadn't woken up. Thank god. I grabbed my backpack and put all of my stuff into it. When I came across the notebook, I felt a strange sense of guilt. Where was this coming from? I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? 

Shoving it into my backpack, I felt a weird excitement of meeting up with Ian again. What the fuck is wrong with me? What happened yesterday was literally nothing, I need to stop making it a big deal. I crept down the stairs, yet again, and checked the time. It read 7:30. Fuck. I was going to be late again. 

I quickly, but quietly, opened the front door, and shut it behind me in a precarious manner. Once I was outside, I began to jog towards the school. Fuck my face hurts.

About halfway there, knowing there was no possible way I was going to get to school on time, I started to walk. Right then, I heard a car horn behind me. It was none other than Ian Pierce.

"You're late again too." Ian muttered, seemingly dazed.

"Umm, kinda." I responded, beginning to feel sick. I needed to pull myself together.

"Well, get in I guess." He stated through the window. Though he looked completely relaxed, there was a questioning tone behind his voice. It seemed as if he was trying to figure something about me out. I didn't like that look at all, so I looked away as soon as I strapped in.

"Dude, what the fuck happened to your face." Ian said, having been startled when I turned my head, my hair not able to shelter it from his piercing gaze.

Feeling embarrassed that I had forgotten to hide it, I half halfheartedly responded with, "Umm I tripped down the stairs." He didn't ask any more questions, so we enjoyed a quiet ride to school.  A strange feeling crept into me, but I pushed it. What was that feeling?

We pulled up to the parking lot. Knowing we were already late, I thanked Ian for the ride and went to open the door, when he suddenly locked them.

"Bro, what the hell." I stammered. I was feeling nervous, but also an underlying sense of excitement filled my body.

"Umm...so...like...did you happen to have found a notebook yesterday?" Ian muttered, starting to turn red. I didn't understand he seemed so nervous about it.

"Oh yeah, it's right here." I replied. I pulled the notebook out of my backpack and handed it to him.

Ian turned white. His whole body froze up, and he stared me dead in the eyes. My stomach did flip-flops. My pants tightened. What in the hell?

"You didn't happen to, ya know, look into it by any chance, did you?" Ian whispered. It seemed as if my life depended on my answer.

"Umm, no I didn't." I stammered. Why did I feel so nervous around him?

"Thank go... I mean cool." he said, relieved. I wanted to know what was in the notebook. I immediately regretted not sneaking a peek at it earlier.

"Alright man, sorry if I freak you out, see you in class, and detention." Ian said, with a new cheerful tone, and a perfect, dreamy smile.

Walking away from that car, I had so many questions. What was in that notebook? Why was he so nervous? Why in the fuck did I get so nervous?  Why did I choose to wear sweatpants today?

Walking into class was a close second to being the worst day of the school year, with yesterday taking the lead.

"Mr. Fay, late again. Looks like I'll be seeing later." Mr. Charles clucked. Before I could even find my seat, the door burst open behind me.

"And right on cue, Mr. Pierce. Looks like I'll be seeing a lot of you too." Mr. Charles joked.

Feeling more embarrassed, now that the whole class was looking at "us". I also felt a strange excitement of being stared at with Ian. I started to feel a familiar feeling in my pants, and I rushed to my seat, as my face turned blood red.

I spent the rest of the class period wondering what was happening. Why did "that" just spring out of nowhere? Why was it for him? I didn't understand what was going on, but I needed a second. 

"Can I use the bathroom, Mr. Charles." I blurted out. I couldn't believe how much of a second grader I sounded like.

Without looking up, Mr. Charles pointed at the sign-out sheet. Before I could even reach the counter, I felt my feet buckle before me. I had blacked out before I hit the even ground. 

Hey Guys, thanks for sticking with me! A few things I want to clarify for Y'all. Right now I'm just setting up the premise and backstory for how Ian and Noah are becoming friends, and how their relationship blossoms and grows.  There already seems to be some tension between them, but let's see where that goes. I don't want to rush this story, but I'm hoping you all love the characters as much as I do! Love you all, and thank you so much for supporting me.