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

Chapter 4

Another day at college, and the world wanted to fall on its head.

I hurried up and went to my first class in which we would look at written language. In that course nothing abnormal had happened, yet. But I could already sense that some of my classmates were aware of my toxic and sick crush on Jayden Foster since high school. Some must imagine it and say how is it that a girl like that could imagine a future with a boy like him?

But as absurd as it sounded, I was in love with him, and what was worse is that he already knew it. And it hadn't even been for me, but for that stupid diary I always kept where for some reason I confessed all my secrets.

My question was, what was the next dark secret they would expose?

The bell started recess, I got to grab my lunch and eat it in the bathrooms like they did in the movies, but that wasn't an option as it sounded literally gross.

"Hello, Rebecca." Anne came up next to me and I greeted her with a smile, then watched as she adjusted the glasses that were slipping down her thin nose. “Did you hear about what they put in the school newspaper?”

I stopped when I saw the blue sheets taped to all the pigeonholes that had another drawing of me swearing out of my head and another piece of my journal.

Dear diary, the dream I had last night was about Jayden covering for me as I was naked in the middle of a catastrophe. He had been my salvation after all...

"Don't you see..." Anne had spoken too late. I clenched the blade swallowing my pride. If I crumpled them all up and threw them on the ground, I'd be accused of polluting the environment, and of course I didn't need another reason to be the damn center of attention for these vultures.

I bit the inside of my cheek and looked at everyone with tears in my eyes. Jayden was in a corner looking at the blue sheet with contempt.

This was the last thing I needed, to drag him with me.

I saw him drop the page and walk out of that damn hallway in a huff.

My own diary was giving me away. This was amazing.

I wanted to run after him and explain that this was all a fucking mix up, but my fucking name was on that piece of paper! And how the hell could he fix something like that? By denying that she secretly loved him?
“Where the hell is Denzel?” I started walking through the laughing crowds as my friend followed me.
“He didn't come today, he's working.” I stopped short and glared at her.

“Where he works?” I insisted.

"In your uncle's workshop," The girl stammered. “But his uncle doesn't let visitors in unless they're customers, that's how the Derricks' business works.”

"You're going to take me to that place."

Without further ado, we got into Anne's car, since I was walking to school. Anne parked the car in front of a place not far from the university and locked it before I stormed out.

"If you make a fuss, Denzel will be very angry," He warned. “You can't play with his uncle, Bec, he's…”

“I'm not interested. He exposed my stupid diary.” Anne unlocked and gave me the sign that I was free to go.

She walked out with me and we both stopped at the spot.

“Anne! What a surprise!” A man with a beard and mustache approached, wiping his hands on a rag.

"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Derricks," Anne greeted pleasantly, clutching her bag nervously. “Is Denzel there?”

“Sure! He's helping me with Louise's BMW.” Mr. Derricks glanced at me curiously. “Did I look too bad?”

"We'd like to... talk to him," Anne said.

"Aren't you Rebecca?” The man wondered, and I tensed as he peered at me. “The Eyre girl?”
“She is…”

“Do you know my mother?” This couldn't be my father, could it?

“Yes.” Mr. Derricks chuckled and ushered us out. “My nephew is in the other garage, come in. I'll get you something to drink. Cindy makes some delicious natural juices.”

"I'd love to talk to Cindy, do you still have those perfumes?" Anne went after him, signaling me to go find Denzel.

Better that she wasn't, so I could strangle him myself.

The other garage looked more formal, there was a matte gray BMW parked, and the boy got out from under the car. Denzel was dirty and shirtless.

Damn, he was too sexy shirtless.

He had dirt on his cheeks and forehead, and in his hands he carried two tools. Derricks frowned at me and stood up intimidating me. He must have been about six feet tall.

“What do you want?” He chewed.

"I should ask you the same damn question." I took out a blue sheet I had taken and spread it across his face. “Are you still making fun of me and my private life?”

He snatched the sheet from me, twitched his nose and stared at her before answering.

"I have nothing to do with this." He crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the basket. “I, on the other hand, pushed him furiously and clenched my teeth madly.”

This guy was screwing me.

Denzel grabbed my wrists tightly, grappling me until I stopped.

"I would never hurt you, and if I did, I would never forgive myself." His voice sounded sour.

Was he waiting for me to believe that?

"It was your fucking boyfriend who did that." He Dropped me. “Don't blame me, I had nothing to do with it, Rebecca.”
"Are you waiting for me to believe you?" I snorted.

"You're just a girl, you have no idea."The innocence of is killing.” I opened my mouth indignantly when he spoke again: “And don't tell me you're not because you hadn't even had your first kiss, that means you haven't slept with anyone either.”

"That's not your damn problem.” His eyes filled with anger; she was definitely driving him out of his damn mind. Not seeing it coming, he lunged at me grabbing my neck and sliding his hands through my hair as I drowned in a controlling kiss that caught my mouth with desire and bit my lips with fire. He licked my tongue with his and lowered his hands to my hips giving me the power to push him away and slap him, but something in me wanted to keep kissing him.

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