The secrets we keep

Freya's p.o.v

I run to the bathroom.

God, what just happened?

I don't like him. I don't!

Then why did he affect me like that? I groan and fall into the corner in the bathroom.

I got Sage's number the other day so I text her.

'Could you tell the teacher I'm puking my guts out and can't come to class?'

She doesn't answer for a few seconds then she does.

'K'

I turn my phone off. I bring my knees to my chest and lay my head on my knees

"Shhhh, it's okay, frey." Fab holds me tightly. "It's not your fault."

He rubs my back as I cry on his shoulder.

"What's going on?" Finn comes over to us.

"Nothing Finn, go to bed." Fab says.

"Tell me what's going on!" Finn demands.

"Finn go to the fucking room!" Fab yells.

I curl into him even more.

"We are all twelve turning thirteen. You guys are not any more mature than me!" Finn yells back.

I start sobbing harder. I hate it when people yell. Fab slides me off of him.

I bury my head in my knees.

I hear a slap. "Yell at me again!" Fab yells at Finn.

"Freya?" Sage snaps me out of my memories.

"You, uh, you good?" She gives me a small weird smile.

I nod and get up.

"Here." She hands me a brownie. "It's really good."

I take it. She stares at me.

"You gonna eat it?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Oh." I take a bite. That's good. I smile, "It's good."

She smiles widely. "Good!"

"I will see you later. I have to go see Jacob." She smiles and leaves me alone in the bathroom. I sigh. It's 1:10pm. The 6th block starts at 1:20.

I get up and walk out of the bathroom and fate has really never been on my side now that I think about it.

I run into Alessandro.

Literally.

I look up at him. Great. The person I have been avoiding is right in front of me.

"Hey." He says.

I stare at him. That's all he got?
"Wanna finish what we started?" He smirks.

Nevermind. I look the other direction and around the whole place that I can see. I don't want anyone to get any kind of idea of me and him being together.

"Oh I'm sorry darling, is this too public?" His smirk gets even bigger.

"Wha-" I start to say. He grabs me and throws me over his shoulder.

Not only does this bring back bad memories, it also makes me feel really light headed.

He takes me to the back of the school, behind the school. I stop moving.

"Stop fighting me!" Archie lifts my shirt off of me.

I kick and squirm. I try to scream but his hand is over my mouth.

I told myself I wouldn't cry, I told myself I would punch him, but I'm weak.

I'm so weak. I should have screamed, or have told someone, but he's threatened me so many times.

"You're brother isn't here to help you this time." He laughs.

"Freya?" Alessandro is watching me.

I snap out of my memories.

I take in a shaky breath.

He steps closer to me and I shrink and am about to fall to my knees.

"Why are you crying?" He looks at my cheeks.

I didn't even realize.

"Freya, you do realize I would never hurt you, right?" He watches me closely.

I meet his gaze this time.

He lifts my chin up. "Freya my love," His voice is so soft, softer than I have ever heard before. "Who hurt you?" His voice turns as cold as ice.

I stare at him. He is bipolar as hell.

"No one." I don't wanna start anything.

"You really are a bad liar." He tilts his head to the side "Tell me who Freya."

I stare at him.

He wraps his hand around my neck. "Freya, tell me."

Why is this turning me on?

"A boy." I say.

"Who?" 

"It doesn't matter." I know I am being a brat, but it really doesn't matter.

He applies pressure. "Freya." He's warning me.

"Archie." 

He lets go. 

He takes everything I am saying in. 

"Freya." He says. God only he can make my name sound so perfect.

I look back up to meet his gaze.

"Can I kiss you?" He stares at my lips. 

I nod. 

Oh my god what am I thinking? You know what I don't think I am even in the right mind anymore.  I have fully decided I am not in my right mind.

He kisses me. 

It's like a dream. He's so soft, He's gentle. A lot more than I thought he would be.  I feel hi mouth move against mine. 

He pulls away. " I'm sorry. I-I, was I to rough?" He looks at me, with a look I don't know how to describe.

I shake my head no.    

He scratches behind his head. 

I look the other way. 

It's such an uncomfortable space now. "I'm sorry." He trips over his own foot, "It- this," he motions in between us "I- uh- I gotta go, I'm sorry." He walks off.

And I am left here utterly shocked.