{Long Chapter}

{True Event}

secret

/ˈsiːkrɪt/

noun

plural noun: secrets

something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others.

I chuckled as I covered Blakes mouth since he laughs very loud, he pulled my hand away from his face and shoved a few snacks into his mouth. The only thing protecting us from getting into trouble was the book of Shakespeare's autobiography. "Give me some, I saved your ass last time." I angrily whispered. He hummed for a few seconds before shaking his head no.

"Okay but I took you out a few days ago, so I basically paid up!" He argued back, I poured my face and crossed my arms as I watched the food enter his mouth.

I tried grabbing the crisps from underneath the table but he was too fast, way too fast. That's when he eventually gave up and took one tiny crisp out of the packet. My eyes bluntly dropped at that one crisp. "Seriously, now that's taking the piss."

"No, it's not, we are compromising."

"On what?"

"Fuck man I don't even know, it sounded clever." I giggle slightly as our foreheads bump into each other. I groan holding onto my own. My book gets pulled away from my hands revealing both of our smiling faces to the class. "Something funny?"

"I mean we are laughing, aren't we? Which indicates that something is clearly funny but now it's not." My eyes widen at Blake who folds his arms and falls against his chair.

"Don't be smart mouthing me, Moretti."

"I would never Mrs."

"Focus on the lesson." She has patience.

"The quote, 'The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, which hurts and is desired' Can someone do an analysis on that for me, sampling it down? Moretti have a try." He takes a deep breath pausing for a few seconds, I notice some of the girl's death staring me making me slightly uncomfortable.

"Shakespeare is basically saying that when a man or woman falls in love, the feeling of lust and every single emotion that attracts you to that one person would affect them when they leave. Shakespeare uses the words, 'Lovers pinch' which suggest the pain and sorrow that man or woman would feel." The teacher's eyebrows rose and so did my own for a second. We really both under estimated him.

He said it so carelessly. As everyone began leaving the classroom for lunch, I was the last. Blake left all of a sudden but I didn't care, I grabbed my folders and walked out of the class towards my lockers to get my lunch. I still made no friends but I was sued to it, walking towards the lunch cafeteria I see a free table in the corner of the room and decided to sit there.

I slip my folder out of my bag and begin studying, my head resting on my hands. After thirteen minutes I feel a crowd of people surround me holding trays of food. Looking up, "that's our seat."

"Sorry, I was going to leave anyways." They thank me nicely and I pack my stuff away holding my food in my hands. Long day.

I walk towards the bleachers, my feet against the grass. I was waiting for my dad to pick me up for my chemotherapy session with Keira. I sat down and looked at the arena, the schools arena was beautiful, and I just wanted to know how it feels to be in the middle of all that. "Well, princess," I looked to the side, my hands underneath my chin.

"Blake."

"What are you waiting for? You're normally the first one out of the school." I chuckled removing my Hans as I fiddle with my fingers. He sits down besides me staring at the sky along with me. The way the sunset just rolled like orange paint.

"Usually, but my dad insisted on picking me up today so I'm just waiting for him." Blake nods his head, I feel his hands grip onto my own and pulls me of the bleacher. I gasp as he throws himself over the fence and onto the soccer grounds. I see him offering help but deny it as I jump over the fence with ease. My feet touched the pitch and I widened my eyes when I noticed how big it actually was.

I ran towards the middle of the pitch, taking in the air. "This must be intimidating, imagine playing with hundreds of eyes on you." I whispered as I feel his presence besides me.

"It gets really intimidating when they scream, but you get used to it I guess. Soccer was never my field, I like boxing or fighting more to be honest."

"You look like the type to fight to be honest."

"Thats because I do, I love it. Taking my anger out on the punching bag." I move closer to him and jab at him jokingly, but within an instance he caught my fist. He could not have seen that coming. He releases my hands before I punch him again but he catches my fist.

"Come on then boxer, fight me!" I said with my fist covering my face, he chuckles shaking his head as I continue play fighting with him just to annoy the man, before I feel him grab my legs and throw me over his shoulders. I scream with surprise mostly.

"Are you going to stop?"

"It depends, do you want my dad to attack you?"

"I wouldn't mind a little Romeo and Juliet."

"Aww, I'm not going to kill myself for your ass. I'd let you die whilst I live my best life in Venice."

"Wow, you stabbed my heart princess. But I think it was Juliet who killed himself, he probably noticed what marriage life was like. Especially with an Italian." I couldn't help but laugh at this mans jokes, it may not be funny to you but in that very moment whilst I was hanging on his back.

He settle me back onto the ground, his hands pressed on my lower back as he stares at me. He pushes a lock of my hair behind my ears and gives me a slight smile as his eyes were deeply contending my own. The way he looks at me, as if I was the one thing missing. But I knew I could not like him, like I said I was still eating over my ex. I barely know this man anyways.

"I think my dad Is waiting for me, bye Blake." I whispered walking away.

"But why not? Everyone is going!" I argued stating on the island as my mother works around the kitchen sorting dinner out. I have never been so annoyed in my life, this was the first time my mum has ever stopped me from going on a school tip. She knew about this last week and didn't mind so what changed her mind? Was it my cancer?

"Because things can happen."

"Please mum, nothing would happen."

"I'm not taking risks, enough! Go to your room." Just as I was about to leave I notice my dad walking in and I knees exactly what to do.

"Dad-"

"Your mum said what she said." I groan and walk towards my bedroom, if I had never had the stupid fucking cancer, I would be allowed to go but no she has to make me feel different. She let all my sibling go on the trip when they had the chance why can't she let me.

I hear my phone ring and pick it up from my bedside table to see messages from Blake:

Are you still awake?

What do you want?

I can feel the anger through the text.

Blake I'm not in the mood.

I can change that ;)

Ewe fuck right off and die in a ditch.

You have a dirty mind; I'll pick you up in twenty.

What the fuck? Where?

Hello?

Blake answer the fucking phone.

I look down seeing myself in a mustard yellow polka dot tea dress with frill detail and plunging neckline. I slide my legs a pair of Nikes with Nike socks that reached my ankles. I couldn't leave from the front otherwise my mum would be suspicious.

A text pinged and I walked locking my door and shoving pillows underneath my blankets. I open the window and see Blake leaning against his bike. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. I put my finger on my mouth indicating to him not to say anything. "Blake comes closer." I mouthed, he smiles and walks towards the front of my window. I throw my bag out and he caught it with ease. I fling one leg over the window and look down only regretting what I was doing.

"Oh fuck...I can't do this." I whispered, Blake chuckled and nods his head. "Yeah, you can, just jump. I'll make sure to catch you." He winks, I roll my eyes and bite onto my lips before flinging off my hands catch the window seal and I don't let go as my feet dangle in the air.

"Oh shit! Oh shit, fuck you Blake." I whisper shout.

"Just let go princess." I closed my eyes and let go only to feel nothing catch me as I crash into the bushes. I groan loudly and lift my head up as I take a leave out of my mouth and hair. "'I'll make sure to catch you'" I mimicked angrily.

"Sorry got an important text."

"Alright let's go." I whisper walking towards his bike. He throws me my helmet and looks down at my short thigh dress.

"Here you go." He hands me his jacket and I thank him slipping it over my body, the jacket was baggy and huge. He kicks the gear on and looks back at me as I wrap my arms around his waist but my hands rested on his chest. I felt his heartbeat beat faster than ever.

"Flustered Blake?" I whispered into his ear; my lips very close towards them. He turns his head slightly and my lips were closer to his shaven beard. The prickles collide with my lips and I close my eyes.

After a long drive we end up in an outside skater park, people were dancing as others surrounded them. "What is this?" I asked, he grabs onto my hands after taking my helmet of and locking his bike. I gave him a confused look as he took me around the dancers and near some tables.

Others were dancing like they never cared for life itself, I couldn't help but allow the smile of release leave my face. Blake settled down on the edge of the surf his legs dangling of the drop as I joined him sitting close.

"What happened that time, you didn't feel well and you left class to go somewhere?" My heart rate increases as my mind begins coming up with various excuses. Should I tell him? NO! He doesn't need to know, I barely knew the man...

"I didn't feel well in the morning, I had my period...this normally happens." I blurted out; I hear him sigh as if he knows I'm lying but he doesn't decide to press on the subject. "Are you going to the Italy trip?"

"I don't want to but my mum is forcing me to." He answers looking at the crowd dancing, he hands me a drink that came out of nowhere. I thanked him and took a sip out of it. "Are you?"

"My mum doesn't let; she thinks that It's too dangerous since I have ca- flight fear." He nods his head.

"So, tell her you're coming with me, if you go, I go. I can look after you." He suggested, my eyebrows conjoined at the offer why would he want to go with me?

"Me? But like why?"

"Because you're the only one in the class I seem to get along with." He answers.

"I know, I'm so amazing." I said flicking my hair back, he nudges me slightly. "But seriously, it means a lot to me I will take the offer up to my mum."

"No problem princess..." We both look down and notice everyone slow dancing, I stand up and give my hand to Blake who raises his eyebrows. "Come on." I said, he rolls his eyes and stands up over towering my 5'10 height.

The song 'Just the two of us' was being played in slow motion.

I bring his hand and put it against my waist as I rest one hand on his shoulder, "do you know how to salsa slow dance?" I asked laughingly, his hand gulf my own. I notice the difference; his hands were huge compared to my own.

"Of course, I do." He begins doing the "On1" step with me as I follow his lead. I feel his face close to my own as we begin repeating the step a few times. I couldn't stop the snorts and laughter in as we do this. I notice the chuckle being released from Blakes mouth.

He raises my hands in the air and twirls me around a few times before pushing me flush against his chest. I feel his hands sliding onto my lower back, whilst he kept contact with me. His blue eyes glimmering into my own. I notice how everyone down the skater park was doing the same.

My hands slide from his shoulders towards his chest, "You're very short you know."

"I'm not short, I'm five foot ten."

"Thats pretty short for me." I let out a soft laugh and pushed him slightly.

Was I falling for Blake Ezekiel?

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