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?


2. Guests

“So, who lives there now?” My mother asked while I was doing my homework.

“Just a band or whatever.” I replied while I answered one of the questions on my homework. Ugh, I hate math.

“Are they nice?” She asked and I got annoyed.

“Yeah, sure. I didn’t really pay attention.” I said and picked up my stuff. I walked up one of our many stair cases. I went up to my door that was an off white color, and had a diamond shaped doorknob. I opened up my door, and my cluttered room awaited me. My queen sized bed was unmade, the magazine clippings that I had on my plum purple walls were falling off, my books were all over the place, and the only thing that was clean in my room was my desk. I sat my books down, and started studying. About 20 minutes later, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and a soft knock on the door. I rolled my eyes, and opened my door.

“Spencer, we have guests coming over for dinner, so I need you to clean up.” My mother said then peered over my shoulder, “And you might want to clean your room.” She said the turned away and walked down the stairs. I threw on my grey, short dress, and brushed my natural curls, and then I was ready. I’m not one of those girls who do their makeup a thousand times a day, so I just left on my makeup that I had on earlier.

“Spence! They are here!” My dad yelled up the stairs. I rolled my eyes, and walked down my stairs. I stopped as soon as I saw our guests. It was those idiots from next door. Those One Direction guys or whatever.  I put a fake smile on my face.

“I think I’ve seen you guys before. You’re that stupid band that all my friends talk about.” I said with a smirk on my face. My parents were shocked.

“Spencer! You do not treat your guests like that!” My mother said angrily.

“Oh I’m sorry, you’re Majesty.” I said then stormed up the stairs. I slammed my door, and plopped down on my bed. I quick cleaned my room and called Crissy.

“Hello?” she said in her high-pitched voice. I heard people talking in the background.

“Erm, where are you?” I asked while playing with my hair.

“Just got a spray tan, there is a party in like, 10 minutes, so I want to look my best!” She said proudly.


“Jeremy’s.” She said happily. I smiled.

“I’ll be there in 20.” I said then hung up.


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