Hidden Secrets (Jelena)

Chapter 7

"The prettiest smile hide the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears. And the kindest hearts have felt the most pain." -Author Unknown.

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Selena's POV

Like most mornings, I was once again wakened by the most annoying sound blaring from my phone. I miss sleeping in. The first week of school had passed by and the routine of waking up early was somewhat settling in. I still yearn to sleep in every morning.

I groaned and sat up, annoyed that I have to be up this early for class.

I brushed my teeth in about two minutes and then hopped in the tub for a warm shower.

I walked out of the washroom and looked through my clothes, trying to figure out what to wear. After a while, I decided on wearing black tights along with a white see-through shirt, wearing a white tank top underneath the shirt.

I slid on my backpack and made my way to my locker.

"Okay. Hold the fuck up!" A very familiar voice called to me.

I searched to see who the voice belonged to. Taylor.

"What happened?" I asked as I gave her a side hug.

"You and Isaac are dating?" she almost yelled.

"Yeah." I replied in a tone that was like hers, "Well, we went on one date actually."

"What happened to all that 'oh love is so stupid, it leads to a stupid fucking heartbreak' huh?" She mocked me.

"I don't know what I'm doing honestly," I chuckled.

Taylor smiled, "Whatever. So, you and Isaac huh?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

I nodded my head a few times, almost looking like an idiot.

"Who knew you liked HIM?" She teased me, "Why that little fucker?"

"I didn't even know I liked him," I admitted.

"We have a lot to catch up on. Let's hang out sometime. Yeah?" She asked.

"Yeah. Let's do it." I told her "But for now, I have to get to class. See you later!"

I waved her off and walked to my English class. I better not get late.

I entered my class at the same time the bell rang. Thank god.

I walked over to the same seat I had claimed last week for the first day. Justin was already there, with me beside him.

"Sorry about all the things Zack said yesterday." He started as soon as I had sat down. I I opened up my notes for the class and nodded my head.

Zack?

"It's fine. I'm over it." I stated.

He nodded his head in an understanding way.

I looked him over, he was wearing black jeans, with a white tank top; similar to the one he was wearing yesterday. His beanie was red, and it matched his red Nike's.

"Justin." Mrs. Hilton called to him as she approached us.

"What?" Justin barked.

"Mr. Smith just called me and wants to know if you are absolutely sure about joining his class." She said, uninterested.

"Yeah. I'm sure." Justin replied and with that, she walked away.

"You're joining Mr. Smith's class?" I asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, I didn't want Math, so I dropped it for Anthro," Justin replied.

"Looks like I'll see you in Anthro too from now on," I said.

He just stared at me, "Great."

"Cool. So, what class do you have after lunch?" He asked as Mrs. Hilton started to talk.

"Math. Now shh, I don't want to get kicked out again." I whispered to him.

He started to laugh.

"Shut up!" I scolded.

"Selena!" Justin whispered but I had caught on that this was just a lame attempt of his to get to me to reply.

"Selena!" He said again and then poked my stomach.

I swear he acts like a child sometimes.

I kept my eyes focused on Mrs. Hilton who was telling us about reading a book and writing a summary. I hated to admit that I was slightly amused by Justin's little game.

"Isaac!" Justin whispered all the sudden.

"Where?" I asked, looking around the room, searching for Isaac. But he was nowhere to be seen.

Of course. Why would he even be here?! He doesn't take this class.

"Shh, stop talking!" He joked.

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When the bell rang, Mrs. Hilton asked us to grab out the assignment papers from her desk.

"Bye!" I muttered to Justin as we exited the classroom.

"What do you mean? I have Anthro with you."

Right.

"Oh dammit, just when I thought my life was about to get better!" I pouted.

"Yeah, sucks eh?"

I nodded as my eyes wandered off to his pants. They hung lowly from this waist and these black, Calvin Klein boxers were on display.

"Pull your pants up!" I said to him "No one wants to see you walk around with your pants that low." I made a disgusted face.

I couldn't help but admire the way how tightly the band of his boxers fits him. Curious about what he would look like if his pants weren't on at all.

­Stop. I warned myself.

He laughed and pulled his pants a little, but his boxers were still visible.

"You sound like my mom," He laughed.

"What?" I scrunched my face a little "How?"

"She always tells me to pull my pants up."