The Good Boy's Dirty Little Secret

Chapter One

"Thomas!" someone called from downstairs. I wrinkled my nose, groaning with annoyance as I folded the pillow over my head, covering both ears. I sighed contently when the shouting stopped. I closed my eyes again. "Thomas, get your ass down here! You have school!" the voice called again. I groaned louder. My mother. I sat up slowly, my eyes blinking heavily to get rid of the blur. I glanced around my bedroom before turning to the alarm clock. Holy shit, 7:45. "Thomas, don't make me come up there!"

"I'm up, Jesus Christ!" I snapped, rubbing my temples as I scrambled out of bed. I stumbled over myself as I rushed over to the dresser. I flung the drawers open, scanning over plain T-shirts and denim jeans. I grabbed a mahogany shirt with a pair of jeans, tugging them on. "Please don't be late, please don't be late, please don't be late," I whispered under my breath. I brushed my hand through my hair, reaching around blindly for my glasses.

"Get downstairs, I made breakfast for you!" I heard my younger sister, Summer, scream. "Pancakes with strawberries!"

"I'm gonna be late!" I insisted, balancing on one leg as I pulled on my socks. I shifted my weight to my other foot, slipping on the other. I slid across the hickory wood plank floor, practically flying down the stairs as I rushed to the front door. "No time for breakfast," I explained, sliding past my sister, across the porcelain tiled floor. I hummed, sniffing the air happily. "It smells good though," I added quickly. "I'm sure Dad'll love it."

"Dad already went to work," Summer sighed with a pout. "You used to love eating pancakes with strawberries."

"Yeah, I also used to be on time," I teased. I walked over, picking a strawberry off of one of the pancakes, popping it in my mouth. I chewed happily, making an over exaggerated "mmm" sound as I walked back to the door. "I promise to have breakfast with you tomorrow."

"How come you're leaving so early, anyway?" she questioned, resting her hands on her hips, cocking her head slightly. "School doesn't start until 8:30...I mean, Northwater High is five minutes away."

"Rebecca wants me to pick her up," I replied quickly, practically jumping into my sneakers. Summer raised an eyebrow. "Her dad started using her car now since his broke down."

"Suuuuuure."

"Oh, shush," I sighed. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, opening the front door and slipping out of the house. "See you after school!" I shouted over to her, closing the door behind me. I hummed contently, walking over to the Jeep. I opened the door, climbing in and closing it behind me. I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror, swiping my hand through my brunette hair. I winked at myself in the mirror before wrinkling my nose. "Why did I do that?" I murmured, shaking my head as I reached for my keys, which I always kept in the car. Living in Northwater was like living in the middle of nowhere, nothing bad ever happened.

I slipped the keys into the slot, twisting to the right. I hummed happily as I listened to the rumbling of the engine. I rested my hand on the passenger seat as I glanced back down the driveway, making sure no one was coming. I faced forward again, making sure it was in reverse so I didn't run into the garage, before I backed down the driveway. My eyes darted down to my phone, humming softly. I wondered if I should message Rebecca. Probably not. She never answered her phone anyway.