The Good Boy's Dirty Little Secret

Chapter Two

I hummed softly as I pulled into Rebecca's driveway. I swallowed thickly as I put the car in park. I always got nervous when I visited Rebecca...her house was awfully overwhelming. From the outside, the house looked very impressive. One glance at it and you knew a wealthy family lived there, most certainly old money. It had been built with alabaster stone and had mahogany wooden decorations that lined the exterior. Large, triangular windows brightened the inside of the vast house, and they had been added in a symmetrical pattern.

The house was equipped with a full modern kitchen, including six bathrooms. I wouldn't think much of the six bathrooms, if it weren't for the fact that Rebecca was an only child. It had a fairly large living room, seven bedrooms, a grand dining area, a library, and a full furnished basement. Not to mention all the other shit I hadn't even seen, due to the fact that I had been there twice.

The building was somewhat octagonal in shape. It was partially surrounded by wooden overhanging panels on two sides. The second floor was slightly bigger than the first, which created a stylish overhang on the backside of the house. The roof was flat and covered with onyx roof tiles. Three small chimneys rest near the side of the house. The house itself was surrounded by a gorgeous garden, with hidden lights that made the shrubbery come to life at night. My house wasn't much compared to hers, and I had two siblings.

I hummed, leaning back in the seat as I glanced around. I had been waiting here for five minutes. I pondered whether I should honk the horn to alert her I was here, but I didn't want to seem rude. I hesitantly slipped out of the car, walking over to the double doors. I prayed her father wasn't there. I wasn't quite a fan of him. I still remember the whole 'talk' he gave me a year and a half ago. Not a sex talk, or anything like that. Just the whole 'if you want to date my daughter, you better bring her home on time, and don't you hurt her' kinda talk.

I rung the doorbell, listening to the ding echo against the walls. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, debating on peeing through the crystalized window. It wouldn't do me much good, you could barely look through it. I smiled happily as I saw a blob of colors through the window. Rebecca! I watched as one of the door opened, revealing Rebecca standing on the other side, a purse chain resting on her shoulders. "Took you long enough," she sighed, glancing me up and down. I cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, um, I was waiting here for five minutes," I mentioned, gesturing my head to the car.

"Then why didn't you message me?" she scoffed. I wrinkled my nose.

"You never answer your phone," I continued. I fished my phone out of my pocket, entering my password (000000, like the genius I am) before opening my messages. I tapped on Rebecca's name, holding the screen in front of her face. There were a list of blue, unanswered messages. I had been left on read, per usual.

"I would have answered this time," Rebecca insisted, walking past me as she slammed the front door behind her. I flinched as I watched the door frame rattle. I turned on my heels, walking after her. "So, you don't trust me now, is that it?"

"I just assumed you wouldn't answer," I replied sheepishly.

"Don't assume," she jeered, glancing back at me. She rested her hands on her hips, her lips puckered slightly as they shifted from one side of her face to the other. "It makes an ass out of you and me." I nodded weakly as I walked over to the car. I opened the door, climbing in before closing it behind me. "Aren't you going to open the door for me?" she questioned. I rolled down the window, looking up at her with confusion.

"You always complain when I do that," I explained.

"Don't assume that I'm going to complain about this time," she huffed, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. I nodded again, climbing over the cup holders as I opened the door on the other side. "You're impossible."

"What?" I sighed. "I opened the door, did I not?"

"You lazily opened the door," Rebecca scoffed. She huffed, her sangria heels clicking against the asphalt as she walked over to the other side. "There are a few things that a woman should never have to touch, Tommy. Restaurant checks, bills, and car door. Ooo, and men should know that when a woman says she isn't hungry, she is hungry, which means you have to buy her food. And when she says she's fine, she's not fine. She wants attention."

"Sure thing, darling," I breathed out, watching as she climbed in. I hummed, starting the car again noticing how she didn't close her door. "I can't pull out of the driveway if you don't close the door."

"What did I tell you about women never having to touch doors?" she replied. I sighed.

"Of course," I whispered. I climbed out of the car, walking over again and closing the door for her. Her face rested the same, not a smile, not a nod of thanks. "Better?" I asked sweetly.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Duh."

I nodded again, walking back to the driver's seat. I climbed in once more, closing the door. I started backing down the driveway. Rebecca crossed her right leg over her left, her heels tapping the dashboard. I glanced at her lovingly, noticing her chiffon pleated dress, her hair in barrel curls at the ends. A porcelain white bow was tied neatly in her hair. She puckered her scarlet lips with annoyance, batting her eyelashes as she watched the trees and houses fly by us. Rebecca sure was the most gorgeous girl in school...if only she didn't wear so much makeup. I knew she was concealing her acne scars, but I didn't mind them too much. They made her seem natural.

"I like your dress," I mentioned, gesturing to the lace that lined her sleeves. "Is that the one that I bought you for our anniversary?" I smiled brightly.

"No," she scoffed, glancing at me, looking me up and down, almost with disgust. "I returned that, I didn't like it. I got this one instead." I frowned a bit, nodding. "What? I mean, in some sense, you bought it for me. After all, I got money back for it."

"Yeah...I guess," I murmured.

"I would have bought the silver heart necklace," Rebecca continued, visibly upset, "you know, the one from Tiffany and Co?"

I nodded.

"Well, turns out that the dress was only thirty dollars," she sighed. "Only thirty. The necklace is worth an extra two hundred. I mean, come on Tommy, surely you could have fished out a bit more bills out of that wallet of yours?"

"You didn't get me an anniversary gift..." I whispered.

"You know how many boys in the school would love to be with this?" she questioned, looking down at herself. "I am the gift, Tommy."

"Got it..." I replied softly.

Rebecca reached into her purse, grabbing her tube of lipstick before reapplying it. She pressed her lips together, making an audible 'pop' sound before she slipped the tube of lipstick away. Not before closing it, of course.

"You look very nice," I mentioned.

"I always look nice," Rebecca mentioned, fixing her hair. "I dress to impress."

"Well, I don't think you have to impress me," I chuckled, stroking her cheek gently. We had pulled into the school parking lot at this point. "I mean, we've been dating for a year and a half now."

"Oh, I don't aim to impress you," she chuckled dryly, swatting my hand away. "Tata, love. Pick me up at 3:30 after school?" She hummed. "Oh, and you won't mind if my friends tag along, do you? Clara and Britney?"

"Of course not," I sighed, smiling at her weakly. "We could all hang out at your house."

"Oh, God no," she chuckled, as if I was making a hilarious joke. "Drop us off at the mall. My dad gave me his credit card for the week." I watched as she closed the door, walking over to the entrance. I sunk back in my seat, taking a deep breath before I climbed out after her.