His Darkest Secret

Prologue

How stupid does he think I am? Did he really think I wouldn't catch him? Am I that retarded to him?

"Troy?" He questions my existence from the inside of bathroom they were just caught in. A bathroom of all places.

My words are nowhere to be found. I turn around and away from the scene infront of me.

My eyes fill up with tears faster then I want them to. I can't let him see me like this. "Troy!" I hear him shout my name but this only makes me move faster away from him. I run down the stairs and into a crowd of intoxicated teenagers reeking of beer and weed, two things that sound really good to me at the moment.

I don't hear his voice anymore , the music is too loud but I keep going while praying he isn't following me. I wouldn't be able to face him now, I would be a mess and I want to look strong when I do. I want to look like I never needed him anyway, even though I did.

When I finally burst through the front door a rush of cold fresh air enters my lungs, I didn't even notice how heavily I was breathing. Endless streams of tears flow down my cheeks and into my neck, the more I wipe the more they stream. My efforts are pointless.

I take my phone out of my pocket and stare at my reflection for a moment, how stupid of me to think that I was enough for him. I open it and text Ellie to pick me up but it only delivers. Her phone must be off.

I can't let him drive me home. If I call my mom she'll want to know what happened and I don't feel like having that conversation.

I lean against the truck in the driveway, I haven't seen it before but it's nice. I go up to the sideview mirror to fix myself, it's kinda high so I stand on my toes.

The streams don't stop, it's like my dark brown eyes are producing rivers and I f*****g hate it. I hate how I'm crying for this s**t when I knew it was going to happen. I knew it was going to happen but I kept up the charade, the complete joke of a relationship, because I was f*****g delusional. I was delusional to think that he actually wanted someone like me.

I hear a semi loud bang and a few other kids walk out from the front door. "Come on Mason it's Friday night and it's your birthday. Why would you leave ? This is like the hottest party of this year."

The sound of his name freezes me in my place, my streaming tears even hault. I see his figure turn back to the door towards Connie Evans. "I have things to do tomorrow," he says in his smooth not too deep but masculine voice. I can't let him see me, not like this, not at all.

"Dude! There's college chicks here and they're here for you. Whatever you're doing tomorrow can wait," Connie replies.

"It really can't," Mason says in a serious tone before he starts walking backwards, he's heading right towards me. I act before I think. I open the backdoor to the truck in the driveway and get in the backseat. I lower myself behind the front passenger seat and decide to just hide there until he's gone.

The sound of the front door opening stops my heart for a good few seconds and my body pulls stiff and it's like time is frozen. I look straight into his face, his perfect brown Hispanic skin , his wavy curly hair and those dark eyes. He doesn't even notice me.

He gets in. Why is he getting in? This isn't his car. When did he get a truck? His aunt must have gotten it for him for his birthday.

It's fine. He lives right next to me so I'll just sneak out when he gets there and I'm home. I have to or I'm dead.

He starts his car and starts driving. I'm not entirely sure if I started breathing yet but I'm alive so I have to be. Could you blame me? Not if you knew how breathtaking the view from behind the front passenger seat was. I swear he was the most beautiful man in the world. The street lights we were passing seemed lighting enough for him so everytime we passed one my heart skipped a beat.

Believe it or not we used to be really good friends, best friends. Now he hates me because I'm gay.

His phone begins to ring and my attention diverts. Weird, I didn't think anything could get my attention off of him. But this reminds me to put my phone on silent.

When I open it the first thing I see are text from Ellie saying she was on her way. I quickly text her to nevermind , put my phone on silent and then switch it off. His phone is still ringing.

His phone is still ringing and he's staring at it. Suddenly I'm frozen , it's because of his facial expression. Anyone else would think his just pissed or something but it's more than that. He looks like he could burst. It's the same look I get whenever he sees me nowadays.

But he didn't see me. I would be dead if he saw me. He pulls something out from around his neck. I immediately recognize it. A black beaded necklace with a black cross in the middle. It was his father's. His father was far from a saint but he believed in God. I've only met his dad a few times since he didn't live with them.

He held it out and then cleaches it in his fist before answering the phone. While the person on the phone begins to speak Mason brings the cross to his lips and kisses it.

Then he responds. They speak in spanish, which I had no idea Mason was fluent in even though he is Mexican. He was born and raised here so who would expect it. I for one didn't understand a word of what they were saying but it sounded intense.

I look over to his phone to see who his speaking to but his phone says private number. That's kinda sketchy.

Their conversation continues.

Something about the sound of his not too deep but masculine rough voice speaking spanish sends a warmth through my body, a heat would be a better word actually.

Then I'm caught off guard by one of the few spanish words I do understand. " Serpiente," Mason says and I gasp escapes my mouth before I can think to stop it.

His head snaps back in my direction. "Troy," he says my name in shock and I'm completely frozen by fear. He pulls over not very smoothly and gets out of his truck. This is where I die.

I hear the sound before I feel the door behind me open and suddenly I'm airborne. How is it even possible for him to be that strong. I hit my head on the wet sidewalk. It was raining, when did it start raining?

"What the f**k are you doing in my car faggot?!" He shouts and my head turns to face him. I look at a now wet and furious Mason Rosario. His dark eyes that I used to get so lost in when we were kids now darkened even more and burnt right through me.

Then he softens when we make eye contact. He probably senses how afraid I am. Then he brakes eye contact and says, "I told you to stay away from me. You won't be so fortunate next time." He closes the door he just catapulted me out of and then gets in and drives away.

I sit there in shock, while the warm rain pours down my face. Warm rain? I touch the warm liquid on my face and discover it's blood oozing from where I hit my forehead. I'm too in shock to care. Why would Mason be talking to someone about them? Was he talking to one of them?

No. He wouldn't. Would he?