Secrets, Boys, and more secrets by Mo Mo Green (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📕

“Kyle is so not gonna like that he has competition. That was Justin Silverstone, and he never talks to anyone except his sister. You’re definatly not his sister.” Kat said smiling. Ashely jumped in and said “Let’s see if Kyle noticed your unexpected visitor.”

We all turned around and sure enough Kyle was watching Justin as if he was flaying skin from his bones. “That has nothing to do with me.” I managed to croak out.

The bell started ringing and I walked to my last period. It was history so I didn’t pay attention much either. I thought about my dad. I wish he was here so I could talk to him about this stuff. he probably wouldn’t understand but it would be good to talk to him about it. 

Before I knew it the bell started ringing again and I made my way to the bus to go home. I sat in the front again but I noticed that dude Justin Silverstone rides my bus. When the bus pulled up at my stop I got out and ran up to my room and put my stuff down. I saw the book I put on my table and put it in my closet because I didn’t want to remind myself about my dads life. It would be just heart braking. 

I went dow stairs and helped my Aunt Karen cook. After we finished and ate I went upstairs to go to sleep. I tossed and turned for awhile until I got up and sat by my window. I saw something move in the bushes and tried to focus on it but it appeared almost see though. I looked like.. a bride..? It’s face was all messed up and it looked like it was missing her foot. My imagination must be getting to me again. The bride just kept looking at me. I decided to call her Bridezilla. She eventually wondered off and I got tired. I went and laid down and slowly drifted off to dream land.

It's Thursday so it's been a few days since the hallway accident and Kyle or his friends bothered me again. I'm guessing Kenzie had second thought about teaching me a lesson or whatever she thought I needed to learn, or had someone stopped her? Was it Kyle? But that would mean she listen to him, had cared about what he said. The couldn't be right because I can't come up with a single reason for him to defend me.

        Sighing, I rubbed my temples to ward off an upcoming ache. Today when I got home from school my Aunt Karen came up and told me they were leaving for the night. I just stayed in my room after they left. I sat at my window looking at the sky. A golden half-moon graced the black velvet sky and a blanket of stars are twinkling in every direction. I now sit just waiting to catch a glimpse of Bridezilla and hopefully I'm not going totally insane. 

      I have been waiting here for a few hours and already I was yawning. I just know I can't go to sleep because I want to prove that Bridezilla exists. Even though I don't see Bridezilla I still feel as if someone is watching me. I must be paranoid or something. The other day when I spotted Bridezilla out in the woods, the next morning I came out and looked around. I found seven sets of human footprints. Most were big and wide, as if from a man, others were small and thin as if from a women. Those prints proved my sanity but apart of me feared I was only seeing what I wanted to see. 

       Another hour passed as I watched and waited. It's already 2 am. So I made a plan to scan the forest one more time and lay down.  As I scanned the forest the barest hint of white fabric caught my eye. A breath got caught in my throat. Adrenaline rode my veins and I knew there would be no talking my self into staying put. 

        I went down stairs and grabbed a base ball bat. Before I walked outside I remembered my dads words "Never go out at night Sam. They are out there and they will catch you." I was little and didn't know what he was talking about but I never went out at night. I looked up and said "Sorry dad but I have to break your rule at least once."

         I grabbed the handle and walked outside. As I crossed the yard I could see Bridezilla walking back into the woods so I followed.

When I made it passed some trees I started smelling this really bad smell, it smelt like dead animals. All of a sudden I heard a twig snap and I turned around to see Bridezilla jump out at me and I feel backwards and landed into the yard. I ddin't even look up and I just ran inside and hid under my blankets until I fell asleep.

The next morning my eyes burned with fatigue as I walked through the halls of Hearst High. I'd spent most my night propped up looking for Bridezilla and the other half being scared to death. My thought kept going back to Bridezilla and how she jumped at me and I knew I needed a distraction. And at was  perfect one. Except, as I walked through the crowded hallway I found myself looking for Kyle instead.

       My palms started sweating as I neared the hallway where I seen him my first day here. In the distance I heard lockers and doors closing, and people laughing and talking away. I squared my shoulders as I rounded the corner as I prepared for impact, just in case.

         As I looked around  I saw him. He was leaning against  locker, his hands stuffed into his jeans pockets. He wore a hat again but this one was blue. Shadows cascaded over his face and hiding those beautiful violet eyes. I could see a fresh bruise on his chin and his lip was a little swollen. 

  He'd gotten into a fight.

          He wore a black T-shirt that stretched  indecently over his hard worn muscles. A chain wrapped around his waist, and I would have sworn there were dried specks of blood on it. His friends surrounded him, though there weren't as many this time. Every single one of them sported a bruise somewhere and some were worst then others. Jason wore bandages around both his wrists, hiding his tattoos. 

     "Hey Sam!" Damn! Jason caught me staring at him. He gave me a sunshine-happy smile. "Looking good today."

      "Thanks." I replied trying to hide my nervousness. Ok yeah I did dig out my favorite pair of jeans and a flowing gray and white shirt that made me look chestier than I really was. So what. 

      "Why don't you make our jeans and come talk to us." Jason just had to had with all his smooth charm.

       I turned my attention to Kyle, to see if he wanted me to come closer. He was now peering at me as well, he wasn't grinning tho. He was scowling. The moment our eyes met the world washed away...

    'We were in the middle of the now empty hallway. His strong arms wrapped around me, trying to pull me closer to his strong body.  I traced my fingers up his chest, around his next and into his hair.  He pressed our lips together. his tongue taking control in my mouth. We tilted our heads for deeper access.  He tasted like mint and cinnamon, and I decide from then on that the combination was my new flavor. And his hands.. Oh the things he did with his hands!

          He had everything under control and he knew exactly what he was doing. He had a lot of experience with playing a girl like a piano. The word playing ran through my mind. Did he think this was a game? Was he using me? 

           "Yo, Sam!" 

         The kissing scene vanished and the rest of the world swooped back in. A frowning Kat stood in front of me. "There you are," she said. "Back from the mental vacation." "Just do me a favor and capture my next words carefully. If you don't wipe Kyle Holland from your mind you will end up on the SS Miserable with me." 

  I couldn't help my self. I turned around and found Kyle striding over to me, determination in his every step. His hands were fisted. I couldn't just stand here. He would probably ask why I keep eye stalking him. 

   I turned towards Kat "Thanks for the advice, I'll be sure to run with it." "I will see you at lunch, kay?" Before Kat could ask any questions, I spun around in the opposite direction and took the long way to the ladies room in front of my class. Thankfully Kyle never caught up with me. Maybe he didn't even try. 

          I splashed cold water on my face and then dried my face. I studied myself in the mirror. My cheeks were rosy, my bottom lip was swollen, I'm guessing from chewing it during the vision.

            Before I could move a muscle Mackenzie Love (Kyle's Ex) stormed into the bathroom, clearly on a mission. Today her dark curls were twisted on the top of her head. She wore a long sleeved button up and flowing pants. Every inch a predator, she narrowed her eyes and closed the distance between us. This must be the 'corner and threaten' routine Kat was talking about. 

           "I don't know who you think you are or what you think you're doing," she snapped. "but I will bury you if you hurt one of my friends."

         Yep. It was. "I think I'm Samantha Hollis, and I think I'm standing here minding my own business. You should try it." Because Kenzie was a few inches shorter