Sweet Secret by Karina Castillo (Bekacastle) (diy ebook reader .txt) 📗

Chapter 7

“You are mute? I asked you what you do at my boyfriend's house.” I literally felt like shit. I can't believe I went to his house to "try to help him" only to find that bitch with her shirt on.

Come on Rebecca, stop doing stupid things for once in your life!

“He was leaving.” I heard him say, and it made me angrier. I balled my hands into fists and looked away from her, but she started coming towards me with her arms crossed.

Okay Rebecca, you're about to explode now.

"If I didn't post about your affair with my boyfriend, it's because that would drag him down." She eluded with authority. Everyone treated me like a fool, but this time I felt like smashing his face in. Are you going to run like always, Rebecca?

The damn redhead grabbed one of my black curls and then released it in amusement.

"I knew it, you're pathetic."

"You better go, Alessia," I heard Denzel say.

"Is this a fucking joke? She was the one who broke into your house.” And you got into her fucking promiscuous bed."

"Easy, let him stay. I will go.” I turned around and walked out of that demon house.

Come on, everything I do for good ends up being a disaster.

“Rebecca!” Uncle Derricks stopped me; he was in the first garage cleaning his hands of oil as usual. “Did you come to see Denzel?”

I nodded.

"I'm glad you have someone to visit you. Denzel has been very...unfriendly. Do you have any idea why?”

Your nephew groped me in his garage, does that strike you as unpleasant?

"No, Mr. Derricks." I pursed my lips. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

"Mr. Derricks, why aren't you friends with my mother anymore?" He looked uncomfortable.

“Well, Rebecca, that question should be answered by your mother. I am nobody to speak for her, I hope you understand me.” I nodded, pressing my backpack against my shoulder. He had forgotten he was wearing it for a second. “Listen daughter, my nephew is a great boy, I am aware that he drinks when he is feeling down, and believe me that what he did last night was just that. I'm just asking that if you know anything about it... tell me.”

"I'll ask Anne to help him." I mentioned. “I think she's your best friend and I can't interrupt on that, Mr. Derricks…”

“I understand. Anyway, thank you daughter. Thanks for caring about him.”

"Rebecca," I heard a familiar voice behind me. Mr. Derricks lowered his head, slung the rag over his shoulder, and turned away. Then I saw Joe approach worriedly. “Anne told me that she was sure you had come looking for Derricks.”

Anne is a great friend, but she is also very gossipy.

“That's how it is. Why did you come all the way here?” We started walking out of that place.

"You promised me a date after school, and since you dropped out of class and so did I... I was thinking of taking you to the drive-in theater and then, or if you want before, go out for something to eat."
“I would love that.” And I followed him to his car.

 

(...)

 

Once in the drive-in theater, me and Joe were quietly watching a werewolf movie, which, being so distracting, had forgotten its name.

“Like?”

"I like it," I smiled. “This is how I imagined our first date.”

Denzel. Restaurant. Hand rubbing.

"I imagined," he didn't finish his sentence when he gently turned my chin and placed a sweet kiss on the corner of my lips. I kissed him with open eyes.

How did he want her to be ready for that?!

He pulled away and smiled.

"You didn't seem to imagine that, Rebecca," he commented, inches from my mouth.

"It's just that I don't want to kiss anyone if they don't have good intentions with me..." I know, it sounded too controlling, but...

“Are you talking about Denzel?” fortune teller. “Don't worry, Bec, if I kissed you it was because I'm interested in you. If I keep looking for you, it's because you interest me. Believe me I want something serious with you, not sudden adventures like Denzel Derricks.”

Joe's lips had been sweet and tender, but for some reason, Denzel's mouth had taken my breath away. When I kissed him I felt a burning fire that ran through my skin.

"Be my girlfriend, Rebecca Eyre." He took my hand and kissed it as he looked at me waiting for an answer.

This is what we were meant to be. Mom would be happy for me.

Denzel. Damn sexy Denzel. What was I going to do with him?

Forget it Rebecca, he slept with Alessia and will always be in love with her.

!Yes.” I stated. “I want to be with you, Joe. I reached out my hand to cup his face and kiss him. It felt warm and pressureless.”

“I want to take you home every day, I know you don't have a car, and I would like to spend time with you. What do you say?” I speak.

"Hehe, I would really like that." We kissed again.

Since my first kiss, now it turns out that I am an expert in kissing!

"This is wonderful, Bec," I heard him say. “You, I... I mean, I love you.

I didn't say anything, I just kissed him again to avoid having to tell him the same thing.

Sure I loved him, but after everything I did with Denzel while he was courting me it made me feel disgusting.

We finished kissing after a while and continued watching the movie. He explained to me that it was called Crying Wolf, and explained various details of it to me while we ate some snacks that we had bought near the drive-in theater to better enjoy.

There were more cars watching the movie, but I couldn't help but notice the silhouettes exchanging a folder for money.

"Is that Jayden?" Joe whispered.

Oh sweet Jayden, what are you up to?

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