TITLE: MORE THAN SIMPLE SCIENCE
GENRE: CONTEMPORARY YA
"Annie, tell me one of your secrets," Kyle whispered.
My head was lying on his chest. One of his hands stroked my back and the other rested on my cheek. The floor in the school's audio visual room was freezing cold, but I was warmer than I'd ever been in my entire life.
"No secrets," I mumbled. "A true scientist can't hide from any facts. Everything matters."
"I have one secret," he said.
He reached over and grabbed his jeans and pulled something from his pocket. He jingled it in front of my eyes and as soon as I could focus on what is was I bolted up.
"Don't tell me that's the key to the door," I warned. "We weren't locked in?"
His face pinched with worry. "I'm sorry . . . I thought-"
"Oh God!" I jumped up and grabbed my shirt from the floor, then pulled on my pants.
"Annie, just stop for a minute-"
I stood over him and yanked the keys from his hands. "You asshole!"
Then I stomped right on his man region and flung the door open throwing the keys in his face as he writhed in agony on the carpet, completely naked. I snapped a quick picture with my cell phone because I'm not an idiot. He had no reason to keep this a secret. Blackmail in the form of a compromising photo was the next logical step to ensure my life stayed in perfect order.
Kyle Williams was not going to ruin anything. I would make sure of that.
I spun quickly and stomped down the hall. It was important to prove my independence by not requiring an explanation. I didn't care anyway. I got what I needed from him.
Once I was out of sight, I leaned against the wall of the empty hallway. My breathing was jagged and I closed my eyes letting a few tears leak out.
Stop crying and figure out his motivation.
It came to me instantly. John Keller. My archrival since the first middle school science fair. We took turns winning every year and this was my year. John was friends with Kyle. John was stupid enough to think I'd fall for Kyle's half-British charm.
Except I did. Sort of.
I dried my eyes and shoved my emotions aside. Logical and rational feelings were the only ones that mattered.
I walked out of the school with a twist to my plan and a confident smirk plastered on my face. I wouldn't need the picture of Kyle with injured balls after all.