Secrets

Secrets part 20

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*Jesse*

I stood outside of the classroom, waiting door the final dismissing bell to ring so I could go have a word with this English teacher of mine. When the bell finally rang, the students of his class came flooding out, some giving me curious glances as they walked by me. After the last person came out, I entered the room. He was erasing the writing that was on the chalkboard and I went and sat in the front desk directly across from his own desk. When he finished with the board, he turned and saw me sitting there with a smug smile on my face.

"Jesse? What are you doing here?" he asked with clear shock.

"I just wanted to ask you about some extra credit," I said. I wasn't going to just cut to the chase here. Not very..............man I need to pay more attention in this class! I can't think of the word for what I meant there.

"Oh, I see. Well, unfortunately we're coming to the end of the term. I'm afraid all grades are final," he said.

"What about Lisa's?"

"How do you know what Lisa's grade is?"

"She told me," I answered easily.

"She did?" he asked with disbelief. "I didn't know you two talked."

"Oh yeah. She talks to me more than Kayla," I said.

"Is that so?"

"It is. She ALSO told me something really interesting."

"What would that be?" he asked, turning back around to the chalkboard. He began writing the assignment for the next day on the board.

"Something about her mom having an affair with a certain young teacher," I said. He stopped writing instantly.

"Wh-what?"

"Some teacher, who's been getting on her nerves lately along with her mother, is having an affair with her teacher," I said. He turned and faced me again.

"What do you want?" he asked. I put my feet up on my desk.

"I don't want- well, it would be nice if you brought Lisa's grade up two letter grades at the least," I told him.

"And if I don't?"

"Then everyone gets to know about your dirty little secret."

"Do you really think anyone's going to believe you?" he scoffed. "You have a reputation at this school, Mr. Evans. And frankly, it's not a good one."

"Ah, but Lisa DOES have a good reputation."

"No one's going to believe her either. She's been acting strange and she's been avoided by her friends like the plague," he said, turning back to the board.

"I'm sure people will find her being threatened by her own mother a reasonable excuse for acting so strange, especially her dad," I said, observing my nails like a girl. I looked back up at him and saw that he stopped moving completely. I got up and walked by the window. "And then there's the possibility that her mom could go to prison for a little bit. I'm sure the principle would be shocked to learn about one of the best teachers in school knowing about that threat and not doing anything about it," I finished while staring out the window.

"Move her grade up two letter grades is all you want?" he asked after a long silence. I clicked my tongue.

"That is all," I told him. He sighed and turned to his computer.

"It's done," he said after a while.

"Good, good," I said, walking toward the door. I stopped in the middle of the door way and looked back at him. "I hope there are no hard feelings about this," I said, patting the wall. I walked down the hall and out the doors with a sense of pride and a little guilt. Maybe I DID deserve to be behind bars.


*Lisa*

I was pacing around by my car in the parking lot of the school, waiting for Jesse. What if Mr. Peterson didn't take him seriously? What if it didn't work? Just what if- there's Jesse!

"Jesse!" I called to him. He saw me and walked to me.

"What are you doing here still?" he asked me.

"I wanted to know how it went," I said.

"Lis, I would have called you. I was just about to before you called me over."

"Oh. Well, how did it go?"

"Your grade is going up two letter grades," he stated proudly.

"Really?!"

"Really."

"Oh my- Jesse I could kiss you!" I exclaimed, jumping to hug him. He caught me and chuckled. If only he knew how much I really wanted to kiss him. He put me down and I let go of him. Then I remembered something. "What did you want to talk about earlier?"

"In the hallway, you mean?"

"That's what I mean."

"Oh, about that uh.....I just wanted to tell you......"

"Tell me....."

"Y-you see th-the thi-thing is...."

"Is THE Jesse Evans actually stuttering? Ar- are you getting nervous?" I smiled.

"A little," he sighed in admittance.

"What do you want to tell me?" I asked him.

"I'm looking for a way to say this....." he said.

"Okay...quit beating around th bush and spit it out, kid. Come on you just black mailed a teacher for god's sake," I teased.

"Lisa I love you," he said quickly. My eyes popped open. Did he just say....what I think he said?

"What?" I asked after a couple seconds.

"Oh, god, I can't believe I just blurted it out like that. I mean I've wanted to tell you for a while and there's something about you that just makes my heart beats faster everytime I see you and especially everytime I see you smile and I want you to be happy and I would do anything for you and I would destroy anyone who would try and hurt you-" I cut him off by crashing my lips on to his. He went on that rant without taking the slightest breath, so when I parted from him he was breathing heavily.

"You were talking way too much," I giggled. He smiled.

"That's what I was thinking," he said, pressing his forehead on mine. I got on my toes and kissed him again.

"By the way, I love you too," I mumbled. That made him lift me up in a warm embrace. Everything was good. For now.


*Tyler*

"What's up?" I asked Miranda, squeezing her hand.

"Just....I don't know. I have this bad feeling about that whole Holly situation," she said, looking down. She told me about the whole conversation her and Holly had outside of her class room this morning and that thing made me like Holly even less.

"Don't worry about her," I said.

"She was my best friend, though," she fought.

"She obviously isn't anymore if she keeps calling you names and crap like that. Didn't you say that she was complaining about you not telling her about us?"

"Yeah."

"What would it matter to her? You guys haven't talked in how long again?"

"A while. But....."

"But?"

"Put yourself in my situation. Say that you were in my position and it was Brian acting like this. What would you do?"

"Tell him he needs to get laid," I answered honestly. She closed her eyes and let out a laugh.

"Gee, that helped," she said sarcastically.

"I'm here for you, you know," I said. She looked at me and smiled.

"I know," she said softly. I kissed her forehead and sighed.

"Hear anything from Trisha?" I asked her.

"Eh, no. I managed to avoid her all day."

"Same here. For the rest of the day I mean."

"That's good, but I can't shake the feeling that she's following us or something."

"What makes you think she's following us?"

"She knows things she shouldn't know, she told you that she's got evidence about us and she knows that we're keeping a secret."

"That doesn't mean she knows what it is."

"I can't help thinking that she's going to find out," she said. I hugged her and rubbed her back. Miranda, always the worry wart.


*Miranda*

"I promise that I won't let her hurt us," he whispered to me. I nodded and pulled away from him.

"I should probably get inside," I said, nodding toward the house. He nodded and kissed me. We parted and I went inside to my mother tapping her foot, arms crossed and watching me. "Yes, mother?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

"Who's the boy?"

"Tyler," I answered.

"And?"

"And what? I told you who he is."

"Who is he to you?"

"He's my boyfriend," I told her.

"What? You have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, Mom. I have a boyfriend."

"You KNOW I don't want you to have a boyfriend!"

"So what? I'm eighteen, I don't have to listen to you!"

"You do as long as you're living under my roof!"

"Oh, god! What's the big deal? So I have a boyfriend, call the cops!"

"When you have a boyfriend, you get distracted and you get pressured into doing things. Next thing you know, you're pregnant with the worst grades in the world in high school!" she shouted at me. I walked past her and made my way up the stairs, with her right behind me.

"Just because that happened to you, mother, doesn't mean that the same thing is going to happen to me!"

"Your father was scum, I'm telling you! I should have listened to my mother and I never should have gone out with him. I never should have trusted him so much at such a young age, because I ended up broken hearted. And pregnant with you."

"Yeah, and that's just about the worst thing that's ever happened to you, isn't it?" I snapped, going in my room. I slammed my door in her face and locked it right away before she got the chance to yank it open and slap the crap out of me. She just....ugh! She really ticked me off! I suppose she had a right to, she was only worried about me and my future. But she could be a little more....caring about things. I sighed and sank against my door. Sometimes. Just sometimes.


*Trisha*

Okay, I thought this would work, but it's not really getting me anywhere. The cops really did search this pier pretty well. If only I was one of the super investigative journalists and I had a gadget for scanning fingerprints right off surfaces. Or if only I had....whatever crime scence investigators normally use. I sat down and got off the pier on to the rocks a few feet away from the water. I went under the pier and looked around. Maybe something slipped between the planks of wood and the investigators missed it. It was pretty dark under here, after all. I took out the mini flashlight I brought and looked around, when something caught my eye close to the water. It was....I don't know what it was. I walked closer to it and saw it was a t-shirt. It was dark gray, the same color as the rocks it was in between, so it was understandable for the investigators to miss it.

"Who's is this?" I whispered to myself. I took out my latex gloves and picked it up and observed it. Yes, I've watched enough crime movies and Law and Order to know what I was doing here. I checked the size. Medium. My memory went back a few months ago to this bowling party everyone was at.

-Flashback-

"Hey Miranda!" I greeted her.

"Hey Trisha," she returned in a bored tone.

"What's up?" I asked her.

"Nothing much. Just waiting for my turn," she said, watching Holly roll the ball down the alley.

"You sound bored."

"Probably because I am," she said, looking at me. I couldn't help but be envious of her eyes. They were so bright and vibrant and inviting. It shocked me that she didn't have a boyfriend.....well maybe not totally. I mean, she was incredibly annoying and nerdy. Her shirt caught my eye.

"Hey! You like Bowling For Soup too?" I asked, looking at her dark gray t-shirt with a black Bowling For Soup logo and the outlines of the band in white.

"Uh...yeah. You know them?"

"Of course I do!"

"Barely anyone knows them!"

"I know! It bugs me so much! Where did you get that shirt? It's pretty cool. Oh and what size? Maybe I can borrow it sometime?"

"I got it off the internet. It's a size medium and sure if you want, as long as you give it back. It's supposed to be one of the hardest of the band to find," she said.

"Well, you're lucky you got it," I said.

-End Flashback-

Miranda's shirt. This was Miranda's shirt, I thought looking at the same logo and picture. The bottom of it felt weird, though. I flashed the light there and saw that there was a piece missing. Almost like it was burned off or something. Hmm....well it seemed like I was going to have another little chat with Ms. James.