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?


1. Next Door Neighbors

“Spencer!”  My best friend yelled across the crowed halls of Northway High. I could barely see her, she was quite short and not the thinnest, but I loved her.

“Hey Crissy!” I said while I was unpacking everything from my locker. I took down all the pictures carefully. I looked at the pictures of Crissy and I on the first day of school, my (ex) boyfriend, and the picture of me and my brother at his graduation. I slid them in one of my books, and put it into my grey book bag, that was signed by Ed Sheeran. I finally found my lip gloss that I lost at the beginning of the school year, it was the color ‘Princess Pink’, that was Crissy favorite color.

“Can you believe that school is over already!? This has been the best year of my life!” She said excitedly. I smiled a fake smile, and continued to put things in my book bag. My locker was finally empty. I grabbed my book bag and my purse, and Crissy and I walked to the door.

“So, I hear that the house next door to you was bought!” Crissy said excitedly. She keeps waiting for some prince charming to show up at my neighbor’s house.

“Yeah. I hope that the neighbors are nice.” I replied bluntly. I scanned the parking lot, until I found my old grey truck. I walked over to it, while my boots made a squishing noise whenever I stepped into a puddle. I jumped into the car and started the engine.

“Do you want a ride home?” I asked Crissy, and she smiled.

“No, Jason is taking me home.” She said with a huge smile. I blinked and looked at her blankly.

“Oh, well tell him that I said get lost.” I said angrily and drove off. I rolled down the windows and breathed in the fresh California air. I sang along to the radio, pushing Jason to the back of my mind. I pulled into the private street that I lived on, and pulled into the large driveway that belonged to my house. I grabbed my book bag and purse, and went inside. I opened the door and threw my bags on the counter.

“I’m home!” I yelled and my voice echoed through my oversized house. My mother came scurrying out of the living room, with her red and blue apron on.

“Spencer, the neighbors just moved in, and I would like you to give them those cookies,” She said pointing to the tray of fresh baked cookies on the counter, “ and this note.” She said and handed me a yellow envelope. I huffed and grabbed the cookies. I walked over to the house next to mine, and rang the doorbell. How come I’m always stuck doing this stuff? I snapped out of my thoughts when the door was opened.

“Hello?” someone asked in a British accent. Oh yay! Another celebrity to trash the neighborhood (note the sarcasm)!

“Hi, I’m Spencer, I live right next door to you, um, my mom wanted me to give you these.” I said handing him the tray of cookies and the note.

“Thanks, I’m Liam.” He said smiling. “The other lads are going to the store, so how long have you lived here?” Liam asked. I got slightly annoyed.

“Ever since I was born. It was nice meeting you Liam, I would love to talk, but I have to go.” I said with a hint of annoyance in my voice. I smiled and turned around and walked away.

“Nice to meet you Spencer!” He yelled. I turned around and waved, the rolled my eyes. I mentally labeled him under ‘Player’ in my head. I sighed. I wondered how he would ruin this neighborhood. As Crissy would say, “Celebrity’s are the devils in disguise, unless their cute.”  


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