All the Little Secrets: A Standalone Enemies-to-Lovers High School Romance (English Prep Book 2)

by S. J. Sylvis

  All the Little Secrets

  S.J. Sylvis

  All the Little Secrets

  Copyright © 2020 S.J. Sylvis

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form including electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the publisher, except in case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. This work is a piece of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Published: S.J. Sylvis 2020

  sjsylvisbooks@gmail.com

  Cover Design: Taylor Danae Colbert

  Editing: Jenn Lockwood Editing

  Contents

  Author’s Note

  Untitled

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  About the Author

  Also by S.J. Sylvis

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  Acknowledgments

  Author’s Note

  All the Little Secrets is a full-length standalone enemies-to-lovers high school romance intended for MATURE readers. Please be aware that it contains triggers that some readers may find bothersome.

  Prologue

  Ollie

  Secrets. They were what drove a wedge in reality. They were the bridge between the past, present, and future. They were everywhere. Everyone had secrets. Some bigger than others, sure, but we all had them.

  And she knew my deepest, darkest one.

  Piper sat beside me in the back of my brother’s Charger as he reluctantly stepped out and climbed up the side of a drab, shithole of a house to get to Hayley’s bedroom.

  I couldn’t even fathom the amount of secrets those two shared. Old best friends turned enemies with enough sexual tension to light this entire fucking town on fire. But Hayley was Christian’s little secret, and no one liked to reveal the truth.

  Leaning back in the Charger, my lip lifted as I glanced over at Piper. The interior of the car was dark, the window tint blocking the glow of the moon, almost as if it had disappeared altogether. Small specks of illuminating blue light from the dashboard dotted the side of Piper’s delicate cheek. Her soft features were drawn tight as she stewed in her hatred for me.

  “Stop staring at me,” she hissed.

  I chuckled, the deep sound reverberating in my throat.

  “Are you angry because I’m right or because I’m wrong?”

  “I’m angry because you tricked me into thinking my best friend was in the car. You all but kidnapped me from the party!”

  A jealous side of me emerged as I thought back to an hour ago when I’d walked into the Wellington Prep party. Piper was too close to one of their own, and it irritated me. Fire fanned over my skin as if she were actually mine. It was the reason I’d revealed my hidden ace in the first place.

  I slowly shook my head back and forth in Piper’s direction. “That's not why you're angry.”

  Her eyes flared to mine. I couldn’t see their color, but I knew they were a jade green, just like the leaves of the evergreen trees that lined the back of English Prep.

  She scoffed. “Then please enlighten me as to why I’m angry.”

  I answered matter-of-factly, “You’re angry because I know it was you that night.”

  Her face didn’t so much as twitch. Her pink lips stayed straight. Her eyelashes didn’t flutter closed. Nothing. Not even a tick of her cheek. And that right there, my friends, proved that I was correct in my assumptions. She knew if she reacted, she’d give away her poker face and crumble.

  I leaned in a little closer, watching Christian through the Charger’s window, following after Hayley as she stormed across the street. I breathed in Piper’s soft scent as I dipped my lips down to her ear. “I know your secret, Piper. You aren’t nearly as innocent as you lead people to believe.” She held her breath, not daring to make a move. The heat from her body put the interior of the car at a solid 100 degrees, and it stirred up something unholy inside of me. “But that means you know mine, too.”

  Chapter One

  Piper

  The Secret Keeper. If I ever had a title at English Prep, other than Friend of Hayley’s, that would be it. Piper: The Secret Keeper. My gaze lazily moved around the room as I sat perched on top of the kitchen island inside Eric’s parents’ cabin, mentally counting all the secrets I knew of my fellow classmates.

  The group of cheerleaders huddled in the far corner of the living room, all gulping cheap beer from their cups filled to the brim, had secretly sexted the PE teacher last year for an easy A. That was secret number one. I shifted my eyes over to Eric, one of Christian and Ollie’s best friends, as my feet kicked back and forth below. Eric, with his sobering dark features and stoic expression, definitely had a plethora of secrets, all of which revolved around Madeline, the ex-queen-bee of English Prep. That was intriguing in itself, considering Madeline was Christian’s ex-girlfriend. But that brought me to secret number three: mean, callous, bitchy, spiteful, vindictive Madeline. Madeline wanted everyone to believe she had a perfect life, the happiest of families. But she didn’t. She was lonely and drowning in self-pity. The many windows in her house rarely had any lights on when I’d drive past, and her father was in and out of her and her mother’s life, which of course meant that Madeline had to watch her own mother bring stray men to their house whenever she did come home. Madeline was like a Pandora’s box. She had many secrets that she held close to her heart.

  Much like me.

  I was drawn to the hidden depths inside my peers. Gathering illicit information on people was my favorite pastime. I could see right through faces that were masked with fake serene. I observed, watched, and waited. I wasn’t sure why I was like that. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I had my own imperceptible, deep secrets buried down underneath my skin that no one truly knew—not even Hayley, my best friend, who was staring directly at me from across the party as she sat on her boyfriend's lap.

  Hayley crinkled her eyes and tilted her head, her dark hair falling past her shoulders. She was silently asking if I was okay.

  I gave her a short nod wi
th a tiny, fake smile and averted my eyes around the room once more.

  It was funny. A month ago, I was the one all but begging Hayley to go to Eric’s cabin for the hyped, you-don’t-live-until-you-go-to-the-cabin party, but now it was the opposite. Hayley begged me to hang out with her, Christian, and Ollie almost every day, and that would be fine, except for Ollie.

  I hated Ollie. Loathed him. Or…at least that was what I told myself.

  He and I shared a past. A past that I pretended didn’t exist, and he dangled it in my face every single time we were alone together.

  But Ollie had secrets, too.

  I always toed the thin line of hate that I drew in between us, acting as if I couldn’t stand him. And, in a way, it was truthful. I got edgy when he was around, but it was only because he knew.

  And I didn’t like that.

  Of course, he’d only ever once came out and said it in an attempt to get me to fall at his feet, but typically, we both pretended like that night didn’t exist. It was a raw, heavy, secret-sharing night underneath covers in a black-as-onyx room that neither one of us wanted to touch.

  He knew something about me. And I knew something about him. Every time I locked eyes with his baby blues, it was like we were in an impasse. My stomach clenched; my heart thumped a little faster; my blood rushed. Looking at Ollie gave me a rush, but in the worst way possible.

  My eyes skipped past Hayley and Christian, his head nuzzling her neck, as I spotted Ollie. A burning hole tore through my belly as I watched his casually cool facade whoosh a fellow classmate right off her feet. He was wearing a tight, plain t-shirt with his backwards baseball cap on, and my breath caught when his large hand cupped her tiny waist. Amber’s fingers gripped his forearm, and I clenched my teeth in an envious rage. That was another reason why I hated him; he brought out the worst side of me. The feisty, hot-headed, red-haired girl reared her ugly head whenever he flaunted his excessive flirting in front of my face. He did it on purpose, and I knew it, because each and every time I’d catch his stare, his devilish smirk would appear, and he’d have a twinkle in his eye. I wanted to smack that stupid, sharp jawline of his so he’d stop tormenting me.

  But I wouldn’t.

  Because that would give away everything I was hiding.

  I finally casted my eyes away as my phone vibrated in my hand. My heart paused as I read the incoming text.

  Mom: The silent alarm went off. Is that you at home?

  Two things bothered me about that text. One, she didn’t even have the decency to say “hello,” even though we hadn’t talked or seen each other in over a month—which, to be honest, was nothing new. And two, it wasn’t me that had set the alarm off.

  Panic shot down my spine as I hopped down from the counter. As soon as my feet hit the floor, it felt like my stomach did, too.

  I had a couple of different options. I could tell my mom it wasn’t me who tripped the alarm and get on with my night of watching Ollie sweet-talk Amber and simmering in pure loathing. Or, I could dip out of the party and go check for myself, because I was pretty certain I knew why the alarm was tripped.

  My heart skipped as I stood in the middle of the cabin’s kitchen, clutching my phone in my hand as my peers partied and chugged their keg-filled cups of malty beer. I was frozen. My shoes were planted to the wooden floor, the warm lights above my head shining down on me as if I were in the spotlight.

  I slowly pulled my phone up and hovered my fingers over the keyboard. You already know what you’re going to do, Piper.

  Me: Yeah, it’s me, sorry. Can you turn it off? I’m about to jump in the shower.

  I bit my lip as I waited for my mom to text back. Please don’t question it. The one benefit to my relationship with my parents was that they trusted me. We didn’t talk much. My father always traveled for work, and my mom—who was his assistant—went along with him. They checked my bank account every day, waiting for the red flags that they’d learned to recognize in the past, but other than that, they weren’t protective at all. Paranoid? Yes. Protective? Not so much. As long as I kept my ducks in a row, they stayed at a distance, and I liked it that way.

  My phone buzzed again as I stared a hole into the side of Ollie’s head. His perfectly plump lips traced along Amber’s neck, and it made my stomach coil like a bundle of snakes. Do you remember what those lips felt like? I scowled at the tiny voice in the back of my head. Shut up.

  Mom: I disarmed it from my phone. Your father and I are thinking of getting cameras hooked up for extra caution. We don’t particularly enjoy panicking.

  I wanted to text back and ask what exactly they were panicking about. Were they afraid things would get stolen again? Or were they fearful that I’d be in a house with someone who was unstable at best? Or were they afraid their business trip would get cut short, and they’d have to deal with the repercussions of their parenting skills? I’d never know.

  I rounded a group of football players who eyed me briefly as I walked over to Hayley and Christian. Hayley’s cheeks were painted pink as Christian whispered something in her ear. His hand was clamped down on her inner thigh, and I wanted to puke at how perfect they were. Months ago, they hated each other, and now they were #goals. The king of the school and the broken girl had somehow found a way to fall in love, and basically everyone in our class foamed at the mouth when they were near. We all wanted what they had. Even me.

  “Hey, I’m gonna head home.”

  Hayley sat up taller and elbowed Christian when I spoke. “What? You just got here! Here, I’ll come hang out with you.” She shot Christian a scowl, as if it was his fault for distracting her.

  I held my hand up and laughed.

  “Hayley, it’s fine. I’m just tired. You know I’d be over here hanging with you two if I wanted to be.”

  I hated lying to her.

  Hayley’s bottom lip jolted outward as she tucked a piece of dark hair behind her ear. Christian was still frowning at the spot on his stomach that Hayley had elbowed. “Are you sure? Maybe I should just leave with you and have a girls’ night.”

  I quickly shut that idea down. A girls’ night with Hayley sounded perfect, except that I wasn’t sure what was waiting for me at home. “Let’s plan that for next weekend. Stay here. Hang out with Christian.”

  As soon as the words left my mouth, Christian pulled Hayley further back onto his lap, clasping his hands around her middle. “I agree with Piper. Stay here with me.” He bit the side of her ear, and I rolled my eyes playfully.

  Hayley was fighting a smile. “Okay, but...” Her eyes scanned the living room until they landed on Ollie.

  “No!” I rushed out, stepping in front of her gaze. Christian stopped toying with Hayley’s ear as he flicked his eyes up to mine. “I don’t need Ollie to follow me home, Hayley.”

  “Piper.”

  Christian’s eyes bounced back and forth between us.

  “I’m fine. The threat is gone. It’s been months since we were chased off the road. The men were caught. And plus, you’re the one they wanted. Not me. I can handle driving twenty minutes to my house.”

  Hayley’s shoulders dropped, and I realized I may have been a little too rude with my response. It was nice that she cared about me. At least one person did.

  “Listen,” I started. “I promise I’ll be okay. Stay here with Christian. Have fun. That trig test wore me out today. I’m exhausted, and I’m volunteering tomorrow morning at the soup kitchen. I swear we can have a girls’ night next weekend, okay?”

  Christian interjected, “And I swear I won’t interrupt it.”

  A light laugh came out of my mouth. “You always say that, and yet, you and your brother somehow always show up.”

  Christian’s lip tilted upward in the form of a smirk as I looked away, searching for Ollie one last time. As soon as I found him, he was staring at me intently with his head tilted to one side. Amber was still beside him with her arm draped around his lower back, but his eyes were on me. He raised an eyebrow, I’m sure
silently asking me where I was going, but I hastily turned my attention back to Hayley.

  “You have to swear it, Christian!” I heard her say.

  Christian smirked again. “Scout’s honor. I swear I won’t interrupt your girls’ night with Piper next weekend.”

  I laughed when she made him pinky promise her after she blurted, “You are the furthest thing from a boy scout. Use a different saying!”

  “Okay, I’ll text you tomorrow, Hay. Bye, Christian.”

  “Later. Be careful. Call us if something seems off.”

  I nodded and made my way out of the party. The last few months had been scary, at best. Hayley’s past was messy, ugly, and twisted with threats, and of course that put all of us in harm's way. Christian, Hayley, Ollie, Eric, and I were the only ones who knew the truth about what had happened in Hayley’s life before she started attending English Prep. And even though we didn't all wear matching friendship bracelets, we all watched out for one another. The guys kind of became protective over Hayley and me, hence why they wanted Ollie to follow me home.

  But that was the very last thing I wanted.

  What my friends didn’t know was that I had a past of my own. A past that kept trying to become the present, and Ollie was the last person on this planet that I wanted to share it with.