The Secrets We Keep

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Alex had soccer practice. I wasn’t sure what time it ended or what field he was playing on, so I parked next to his car in the lot and waited. It wasn’t like I had anything better to do. I was pretty sure Dad wanted time alone to talk with Mom, and Josh didn’t want anything to do with me. It was either sit here and wait for Alex or drive around aimlessly for hours.

I flipped the light on in my car and pulled the newspaper clipping from my back pocket. The words hadn’t changed since I’d read it last. No new clues hidden between the lines, no explanations waiting to be discovered. Same smudged ink hiding a secret.

The sound of voices broke into my thoughts. I looked up and saw the entire soccer team walking toward the lot. Some still had their practice uniforms on, but most had changed, their cleats dangling from their hands.

It took me a few minutes to spot Alex. He was near the center of the group, arguing with the kid walking next to him. Alex shifted his weight as if hoisting something farther up his back. It wasn’t until he spun around that I realized what—no, who he was carrying. Jenna.

He dropped her the second he saw me. She stumbled to her feet cursing but kept her arms around his neck. Her head tilted as she whispered something in his ear. It wasn’t until Alex pointed out my car that she backed away from him, that flirty grin of hers transforming to a pout. She didn’t bother to say hello to me as she passed my car, rather gave me a thanks-a-lot glare.

Alex opened my car door and slid into the passenger seat, tossing his gear bag into the back. “Everything okay? What are you doing here?”

I waved my hand in Jenna’s direction. “What is she doing here?”

“Field hockey practice, Maddy. The semifinals are tomorrow. You know that. You were supposed to be there.”

I looked out the windshield. Maddy’s teammates were there, hanging on one soccer player or another, but that didn’t make me feel better about Jenna plastering herself to Alex.

“The coach will give you a free pass this week. I had Jenna talk to him, tell him you were meeting with teachers each day after school to try to catch up. But next week, when they’re practicing for the division championship, you need to be there,” Alex said.

I held up my left arm as if that was explanation enough. Plus, it was the last two games of the season, the two most important games, and I had absolutely no clue how to even play, never mind offer useful advice as I watched from the bench.

“Not being able to play doesn’t mean you’re not part of the team, Maddy. You need to be there. You’re going to lose your co-captain spot if you’re not careful. There’s only so much I can do to keep that from happening, and you need that on your college applications if you want to play at that level.”

It was the “only so much” that had me worried.

“Jenna wants to be Snow Ball queen. She’s after you as well,” I said, and Alex shrugged as if that was old news. “Are you sleeping with her?”

“No.” His answer was curt and quick, and at least he had the presence of mind to look offended. “We’ve been through this how many times, Maddy? Why do you keep asking?”

Because I’d overheard her talking in the hall. Because she’d clearly said that she was after Alex. Because I hadn’t trusted her since the first day she came to my house freshman year, all makeup and fake smiles.

“She’s made no secret about the fact that she wants you,” I said.

“Yeah, but she’s not the one I love.”

He reached out to stroke my cheek, and I pulled away. “I don’t believe you anymore.”

“Believe what, Maddy? That I am not sleeping with Jenna or that I love you?”

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