our little secret

Chapter One

First chapter!!

I've been editing this book over and over, trying to make it better to the best of my ability. I truly believe I can improve my writing almost every two months.

I'll give you guys a little backstory on this book, I actually had written it around two years ago and deleted the book. For no reason, I know, dumb. That doesn't matter though because this book is exactly the same, but improved!

I hope you guys enjoy!
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Jezzabelle POV

"This won't make you pass my class." Mr. Patrick yelled, his claps echoing throughout the navy blue gymnasium as he surrounded the circle of tired sweaty students running in laps. You'd think a man who'd serve 20 years in the Army would want to retire, not become a a high school gym teacher.

"The more you guys complain, the harder it's going to get.

"I'm exhausted." Ariana said plopped down right next to me, gulping down a water bottle heavily that I hadn't even noticed.

 I sighed heavily, taking deep breaths and holding my chest in an attempt to calm down my pumping heart and heavy chest. I moved my sweaty straightened hair our of my face, placing it into a high ponytail. I set myself up for failure every time I get ready in the morning knowing I have gym.

I just wanted to look good for at least a good hour.

I was running late, and that was all because my sister decided to wake me up twenty minutes after my alarm rang. Everyone heard it, but me. Which is bizarre,  I always wake my twin sisters up and help them start the day off right, I'm not a good cook but I haven't heard any complains from the pancakes I make every single morning. Yet, this morning all I had to get ready in a moving car. 

     "Don't start." I told Ariana after I seen her giving Vanessa Rodgers a death stare, watching her walk to Mr. Patrick like a hawk. Vanessa is a girl Ariana fought over lunch food. To my best friend's defense, it was good that day. Vanessa is the Captain of the Cheerleading team, popular and rich. Yet she's still the biggest bitch, I hate how the pretty popular girls are the most wicked creatures to walk the earth.

Soon after us sitting in silence, and just the sound of feet running the bell rang. I rushed to the Locker room like my life depended it on it to escape from having to squeeze myself to the showers because they're always taken.

"Supposedly there's two new boys too and they're in our gym class. One of them has the same last name as Alec." I raised my eyebrows at that, how does she know all of this and I don't? We're together all day every day.

Alec is my boyfriend, we've been dating since freshman year now. Today we couldn't come to school, he didn't explain why but I didn't really care. When he's at school with me he gets all touchy and starts kissing me in front of everyone. I've told him repeatedly I don't like that, but he doesn't care.

I've tried to set boundaries, I just can't force him to listen to me..

"Alec mentioned something about a older brother. They don't really talk though." We walked into our geometry class, nervous to see the reaction of my teacher since we've been late now multiple times. That distress left my head the second I seen a woman with her head facing down her desk table. We hurried to take our seats like we didn't walk in thirty minutes late.

"Ask him, please!"

"No."

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