Keeping Secrets Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
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Van
Fleur is a hottie with red hair and freckles. I want to kiss every freckle and hold that red hair in my fist. Unfortunately, she hates jocks and, more specifically, me but I’ve got a plan to make her fall in love. I need a fake girlfriend to fend off the other girls at school so I can spend time focusing on winning the State title. It’s a long shot but sometimes in relationships, like football, you have to throw that Hail Mary pass.

Fleur
Van is a hottie with broad shoulders and a wicked grin. Every girl wants to kiss that grin and hold onto those broad shoulders. For some reason, he keeps following me around. He says that he needs a fake girlfriend to fend off the other girls. I think it’s a lie, but I’m willing to go along with it. It’s my senior year and I deserve to have a little fun. I know nothing will come of it because relationships aren’t like football where one dominant player can make you a winner. Instead, it takes two and I know my heart is the only one on the line.

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Chapter

One

FLEUR

If not for the football jersey lying over the back of the chair next to the desk, I wouldn't be so sure I was in a boy’s bedroom. Everything is so clean and neat, but then again, Van seems to be very uptight, so it shouldn’t surprise me. I’m noticing anything he touches he excels at.

I shuffle through some of the papers on his desk. Unable to help myself, I pull them out of order, putting them all back randomly. I don’t know why it gives me such pleasure to mess his things up. Too bad he won’t know it was me that did it. He’s downstairs pretending to be security for his own damn birthday party. Guarding the punch bowl like he’s on a personal mission to make sure no one can have any fun.

I check out his closet next. “Are his clothes seriously organized by color?” I snort a laugh as I snap a picture with my phone. It’s a habit. I’m not sure what story I’m looking to find here. I don’t think there is going to be one. Van does everything by the book. Except he can be a bit rude, but that could be partially my fault. In the short time that Van has graced our high school I find myself trying to push his buttons. I don’t know why but I take immense pleasure in ruffling his feathers and getting a reaction from him.

Though I don’t think it is all my fault. The glare he shot me the first time I met him had me locking in on him. I stopped taking shit from people in the fourth grade when I shot up taller than all the boys. A lot of them have caught up since then, but they tried to tease me. My bright red hair and freckles didn’t help. Sure, some of their words hurt but I got better at playing games than they did.

If you want to whisper behind my back with your cruel words, then I’ll find out all your secrets, and I’ll tell the world. Now I’m trying to find out Van’s but coming up with nothing. This is a total bust. I’m not a quitter, though, and eventually I’ll find something on him.

I continue to snoop around, but nothing is jumping out at me. That’s when I hear some commotion coming from downstairs. I quickly head for the door, open it, and slip out. I thought I was in the clear until I lock eyes with Sadie as she’s coming up the steps. Busted.

“The hell happened to you two?” I ask like she didn’t just catch me coming out of her brother's bedroom. I try to remain calm. Don’t be suspicious, I silently remind myself. Sadie looks flustered, so I’m hoping that she’s too preoccupied to realize what I was doing. When I see Dunc coming up behind her, I know that he’s the cause of why she’s in this state. He has a way of tripping over his own feet when it comes to her. It’s adorable and so not Dunc, which makes it extra endearing.

“Why were you in my brother's room?” Sadie counters, letting me know that she’s on to me.

“I thought it was the bathroom.”

“Friends don’t lie to each other.” She calls me out on my dishonesty. A few lies here and there are sometimes the cost of a good story, but Sadie isn’t wrong. I actually really like her and think we could be friends. She’s different, and I understand being different.

“Fine, I’m nosy. I can't help myself.” I throw my hands up in defeat. That’s true. It has become my nature. I do, after all, run the school newspaper. “What happened to him?” I nod toward Dunc, trying once again to divert her attention.

“I fucked up,” Dunc sighs. He looks so damn pathetic at the moment. This is not the Dunc I’ve grown up with. He and I have never had any problems. Dunc doesn’t give you shit unless you give it to him.

“That's a good start.” I smack him on the shoulder as I make my escape down the stairs before Sadie can ask me any more questions about being in Van’s room.

I stifle a laugh when I get to the back door to see that I missed all the fun. Rose and Van look as terrible as Dunc did. Rose is definitely giving off Carrie vibes with the red punch that's all over her. But she would be the one to set up the bucket of blood. It’s nice when karma does its thing.

“Fleur!” she screeches at me when I snap a picture. Van narrows his eyes on me. I can see a small trace of blood coming from his nose. When I feel that stupid flutter I always get when I first see him, I smoosh it all the way down.



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