My Secret Boyfriend

CHAPTER 1 I landed flat on my face the very moment I stepped into school. I sighed, this was supposed to be a good year, what an amazing way to start things. I had tripped into a trash bin and I picked myself up as the guys around me who had pushed me laughed out loudly. I ignored them and started walking away, my leg hurt so I started limping. "Yo Nate, why are you walking like that?", one of them asked. "Too many shits been into his asshole for sure",the other one, Kendal said laughing out loudly. "Take it easy on your butthole Nate, else you might start having to wear diapers ", another of his friend, Newton said and they laughed again. I got to class and went to my seat and ignored everybody. "Why do you smell like garbage?", my friend Ethan asked coming to sit beside me. "Kendal and friends", I said calmly. "Don't does creeps ever stop, the hell?". "I just hope I can survive one more year in this school and just disappear", I said. School for the rest of

My hands were shaky as I opened my car door, I honestly never wanted to come here again, put them just doing this for Cole, so honestly if he lied to me and these people keep bullying me, I'm just going to go home I never come back again.I got out of the car and then walked to the hallway carefully.No one seemed to notice me because there was a fight between two girls and everyone was involved in betting on who was going to win.My friend Ethan came and stood behind me."What's the fight all about?", I asked."They found out they've been sleeping with Andre for months now and they didn't know he was playing them both but they're so stupid to fight for him, I can't believe how dumb these girls are"."I want to strongly believe these guys are using voodoo on them", I said as we ignored them and walked to our class ."Honestly, I mean Andre is not even that hot to be fighting for, I'd rather do that with Cole".I dragged him into our class."You have no idea what happened to me yesterd

CHARLIE I swallowed hard, this is going to end crazy.I led him inside."Where are you your parents?", he asked."Dad got back yesterday so, they're kinda enjoying their little moment together so we went ok a little outing", I said."Cute", he said and I led him upstairs to my room ."Still have this Teen Titans poster on your wall?", he asked."I haven't gotten over them, not any year soon", I said.We settled down on my table."So, uhm, what are we starting with?", he asked."Everything ",he said dumping all his text books on my table."Which subject do you think you like a little, just a little?",he asked.He shrugged, "Art I guess, Fine art, cuz it's the only thing I actually enjoy doing, that and basketball ", he said.I nodded, "Okay and what's the worse subject?"."Maths "."Great, so we know your strength and weakness, what's the best grade you've had asides art"."Physics, I had a C"."You're not that terrible I've been worse", I said.Then we started with physics, I was bas

CHAPTER SEVEN Friday afternoons used to feel endless. Now, they slipped through my fingers too fast.I told myself it was ridiculous, counting down the hours until six o’clock like a little kid waiting for Christmas. But no matter how many equations I solved in chemistry or how many pages of history notes I copied, my brain looped the same thought: two hours with Cole.At school, nothing had changed between us. He was still a ghost to me in the hallways. A tall, perfect ghost in a varsity jacket who laughed with his friends, passed me without a glance, and made my chest ache with the effort of pretending I didn’t care.“Move it, loser.” Kendal’s shoulder slammed into mine hard enough to rattle my teeth. My binder flew from my hands, scattering worksheets across the linoleum. Laughter followed me down the hallway.I crouched, gathering papers. No one helped. They never did.Except—when I glanced up, just for a second—I saw Cole standing at the far end of the hall. His blu

CHAPTER NINE If Monday tasted bitter, Tuesday was straight poison.I didn’t see him in the morning, which was normal. I told myself it didn’t matter, that I wasn’t scanning the hallways for blond hair and broad shoulders, that I wasn’t listening for his laugh under the noise. But by third period, I spotted him.And my stomach dropped.Cole leaned against the lockers, arm slung casually around Amanda’s waist. Amanda—his on-and-off girlfriend since sophomore year, the girl with glossy hair and nails sharp enough to draw blood. She tilted her head up at him, laughing too loud at something he’d said.He didn’t laugh back, not really. Just smiled faintly, eyes distant. But his arm stayed where it was, his perfect image intact.I froze mid-step, heat climbing my neck. My binder felt heavy in my hands. Around me, the hallway blurred into white noise.Jealousy wasn’t new. I’d had it simmering for years, every time I saw him with her. But this time was different. Because this time I kn