Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 3 Home Early

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Jessica's mum has long brown hair and hazel eyes and she's around 5 foot 6 inches tall. 



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Leaving the hotel I checked my phone for messages. I had around 10 missed calls and even more texts and they were all from a concerned Stephen. I guess he phoned last night and when I didn't pick up he carried on calling. Ignoring the messages I shove my phone into my bag and make my way home. Silently making my way through the front door I pray that Jenny doesn't give me hell. I make it halfway down the hallway when I hear her voice behind me, "damn. So close and yet so far!" "Where the hell have you been?" Turning around I face her "just out." "Oh no! Don't give me that crap! You're still in last nights dress who did you stay with? Did he take advantage of you? I am going to kill him!" "Jen! Calm down please. I'm 17 I can take care of myself and no I wasn't taken advantage of, and it wasn't a stranger don't worry." "Who was it?" "Well...remember Bradley? The guy mum never liked?" "Oh no honey! Not him again. He's only after one thing and you know that I don't understand why go you back to him." "Actually he doesn't just want that anymore." Jenny's face contorts to confusion "what?" "He said he wanted a real relationship and he doesn't mind the long distance thing. See he doesn't take advantage of me." "I don't care! He's four years older than you and you're not even 18 yet." "Jenny it doesn't matter I'll be 18 in a few months and I'm always careful." Crossing her arms all Jenny said was "be careful" as I turned around and slipped into my room. Taking off my dress I collapse on my bed, this past week had been to fucking stressful. So today I'm just gonna kick back and relax, you know grab a pizza and wear sweats all day. 

 

Coming out of the shower I slip a Marilyn Manson CD into the stereo and put in on full blast. My room is soundproof along with the others in the house so I don't have to worry about disturbing anyone. Lying back on the bed I call Stephen to let him know I'm okay and not lying dead in a ditch somewhere. He picks up on the first ring. "Why the hell didn't you answer your phone?" "No hello? And I told you I was going to a gallery." "I know, but that finished at eleven, I called after that. Why didn't you answer? And I left so many messages." I could hear the worry in his voice. "I know I'm sorry, I was slightly busy so I didn't have the time to call you back. And I didn't even check my phone so I didn't know that you called." "It's okay don't apologize , I guess I'm overreacting. What where you doing though that was so important that you didn't check your phone? Cos I know you, you're never apart from your phone. It's like your lifeline." My throat suddenly felt dry. "Erm...busy with...stuff." "What stuff?" "You know, just the general." "Okay, I just wanted to know if you were okay." "I'm fine thanks," "alright bye." Bye Stephen." Tossing my phone on the bed I lay back down on the bed and sigh loudly, no way am I going to tell Stephen about Bradley and why exactly I wasn't answering my phone. 

 

Getting dressed in an oversized shirt and some skinny jeans I headed out and grabbed some lunch making my way to Bradley's New York studio. I found him hunched over a laptop with his hair slicked back and wearing a ripped white T-shirt. "Baby!" Looking up from the laptop he smiles at me and stretches out his arms. "Hey! Come here." Sitting next to him I cuddle up to his side and place my face in the crook of his neck and breath in deeply. "You smell nice, oh and I brought lunch." Chuckling he says "thanks you're the best, what is it?" "Baguettes from that sandwich place you like" I mumble back. "Okay let's get up" moving the laptop from his lap he drags me up along with him. "Noooo! I'm exhausted. Where are we going?" "Out. To lunch, we're not eating in this place." Lacing his fingers with mine he drags me outside "we're eating a proper meal for once. I know this great place it has the best salads." "Oh my God Brad I don't want a salad I want pizza and ice cream, I wanna binge. Can't we go back to your studio?" He couldn't care less about my complaining all he said was "no!" Sitting on a small table outside this cute little cafe we review over the menus deciding on what to get. After a while I picked the pasta and Bradley got the Moroccan salad. Halfway through our meal I hear a familiar voice behind me, turning around I look for the owner of the voice. "Shit!" It's Stephen. He was speaking to some guy who I didn't know; I turned back around before he could see me. Unfortunately he spotted me, "Jess hey!" He comes over to the table and notices Bradley "who's this?" I just silently sat there not knowing what to say. Munching on his salad Bradley extends his hand towards Stephen and says "hey I'm Bradley, I'm her boyfriend."




Stephen's POV 



WHAT THE FUCK?! Since when does she have a boyfriend? Where did she meet this guy? He looks so much older than her! When he extended his hand I felt like breaking it but instead I just shook it. I felt my blood boil and my jaw clench, I know Jessica's not my girlfriend but I can't stand the thought of someone else touching her. I should have asked her out, but I know she only thinks of me as a close friend and a big brother. Saying goodbye I leave the way I came, I'm gonna have to speak to Jess when she's not with that guy. 

 

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I spent most of the day with Bradley in the studio helping him with some of his projects and exhibitions, when I finally got round to going home it was nearing 6:00pm. I went home and collapsed face down onto the couch, deciding I would have a movie night I ordered a BBQ pepperoni pizza and grabbed a tub of honeycomb and caramel ice cream from the fridge; I sat down and put my favourite movie on. Halfway through the movie I heard someone come in through the front door. Turning around I saw that it was my mum, "mum! You're home early. What's the occasion?" I was surprised as she's never home this early. It was only 7:00pm. "Honey I'm not staying, I have a business dinner in about an hour." Of course you do" I whispered as I turned back to the movie. Half an hour later my mum walked out of her room all dolled up and looking like a million bucks. She had her Swarovski crystal necklace on and her diamond earrings. She never looks this good for a dinner meeting, what's going on? "Since when do you put this much effort into getting ready for a business dinner?" "Honey they're big clients, gotta butter them up!" "Whatever you say mum" I still don't believe her, I know she's hiding something she's a shit liar. 



Snuggled up in bed I look at the clock in my nightstand, it read 11:00pm. I was just about to close my eyes and go to sleep when I heard my mum rush in screaming like the apartment was on fire! "JESSICA! Mummies got some big news!" she literally bursts through my bedroom door; pushing her left hand towards my face. "Mum what the hell?" And then I notice it. The rock on her finger, a fucking diamond! "Oh my God mum! What the fuck?! Is that an engagement ring?" "Yeah I'm getting married. And guess what, it's Tiffany's!" "What?! When did you even meet a guy and start dating let alone engaged?"