Can You Keep A Secret?

Spencer labled guys in three categories, players, nerds, and just flat out stupid. When One Direction move next door, she lables them under players. But what if her judgement was wrong? Once she tells them her darkest secrets, things go hectic. Can they keep a scecret, or will it spill all over the place?


26. Chase?

“Missy?” I asked, stunned. But she was, dead? How was this possible. Then I saw her face. The same high cheekbones, her cheeks were a light pink color, and her hair was bleach blond. A smile came across her face.

“How are you, old friend?” she asked creepily. I was breathing heavily. My mind was twisted.

“But, your-”

“Dead. Yeah, I know. Thats what everyone thinks.” She said while leaning against the counter, causally. I kept blinking, thinking that this was a dream. It is all, too real.

“I faked my death. My parents knew about the whole thing. It was actually their plan.”

“Why? Why would you fake it?” I stood there tensely. How could she be so calm about all of this?

“Well, I can’t tell you that at the moment.” She smirked.

“What about Chase? Why was he giving me all these notes?” I asked angrily. A smile came across her face.

“Don’t you get it? It was me all along. Chase has no clue that you even exist anymore.” I couldn’t believe it, we used to be best friends. Now she’s a completely different person, evil.

“Why would you do this to me?” I whispered. She threw her hands in the air.

“You really are clueless aren’t you!?! I’m here to get my revenge!” She yelled, and I backed away.

“What did I ever do to you!?” I asked. She shook her head, and chuckled.

“You turned me into the police, remember? That is why my parents and I faked my death! Then I wouldn’t have to go to jail! So then our family won’t be ashamed!” She screamed. I cringed and backed away. “So, I am here to show you how it feels.” She grabbed a knife, and came towards me. I panicked, and looked around. I ran to the other side of the building, and she was right behind me. I screamed, and ran under a table. She crawled under the table, and scratched my back. I felt a little blood trickle down my back. I screamed in pain, and ran and hid behind the counter. She came closer, and I ran to the door, but they were all locked. I ran to the windows, and banged on them, screaming help. She cornered me, and I couldn’t run. I tried to move, but she put the knife against my neck.

‘What a tragic thing.” She said, out of breath. “Girl commits suicide. Whats your little boyfriend going to think about that?” She asked teasingly. I silently prayed that this was a nightmare. I smile came across her face. “Bye bye, Spencer.” I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, then every thing went black.


I was dead.






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