All Chapters of Love and Secrets: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Four updates in one day!🌝🌝 Ooh! Enjoy... And thank you all for reading Love and Secrets. ❤️ "Woah! Dude." Zaire yelled holding Quinnel's hand back and he only glared at him. "Leave me the fuck alone." He spat before he jerked his hand off and turned his face back to the guy under him. Everyone kept yelling for Quinnel to stop but he wasn't having it. Mountains by Tatiana Manaois started playing in the background and I swear it was like the worst timing ever. Another blow landed and I gasped looking down at the bloodied boy lying helplessly on the floor with both arm hanging lazily beside his head as he heaved heavily. Sitting on top of him was Quinnel who kept punching the boy even though his face was already battered beyond repair. His teeth was red with blood, his cheekbone red and bleeding, the corner of his eyes was bleeding as it bled over his freckles down his cheekbone that was already bleeding. His nose looked dislocated and I knew it had broken as it was also bleeding

"What are you doing? Let go of me right now," I said my hand on his arm and he shook his head."No. Until you listen to me." He said and I snorted."Why do I have to listen to you now? I wanted to listen to you earlier and what did you do? You accused me, blamed me... In hell would I actually listen to you," I retorted and he sighed."I'm sorry," He whispered and I froze for a second looking at our reflection in the glass that served as door to the hotel's lobby which was in a way the entrance. I could only see his hair and not his face since he decided it was wise to bury his face in my neck."What?" I asked in a whisper and he finally looked up straight into my eyes in the reflection and I almost froze at the intensity of the sincerity in it. Almost."I'm sorry, Heaven. For accusing you and for calling you Navaeh. I know that was quite wrong and unfamiliar of me, but I'm sorry.""You think I'm angry cause you called me Navaeh? I mean I am, I don't even know why since it's my name, b

"Uhh, Coach? Could we have a bonfire tonight?" Zaire asked suddenly and all eyes turned to him.A bonfire?Quinnel with a satisfied smirk, leaned back as he continued eating the pasta in his mouth."A bonfire?" Navaeh asked and Quinnel immediately turned his head to her."A bonfire sounds nice! Let's do it." Jake agreed and Quinnel looked at him and smiled.His mind drifted to thier boys conversation some hours ago after he had dropped Navaeh at her floor.***He was going to his room when he paused upon remembering what caused his fight between Navaeh and himself.As much as he would not like to do it, he sighed and turned walking to where he recollected to be Jake's room.He stopped in front of it and glared at the number "66" that was engraved in black colour on the gold plated plate right on the door.He moved his hand up to press the doorbell when the door opened and his hand froze in air.Jake and Zaire were staring at him while he simply blinked at them."What are you doing her

"It's one question per person! And you're not the next person." Navaeh said and the guy pouted."I guess so." He replied with a shrug."How do you relax and cool off?" I asked Quinnel before someone else could even say anything else."A chat with my favourite person in the world." He replied with a shrug and I grinned."Hn, who is that favorite person in the world?" Zaire asked with a smirk."My Mum," Quinnel replied not minding that he was asked a question."Aww.""That's dope.""Cute.""Gosh, I like him even more." "Thanks." Quinnel replied with a wink and the girls started arguing on who the wink was directed at."Okay, Zaire... The coordinator... What never fails to make you happy?" "Uh, my sister... Duh." Zaire replied with an eye roll and everyone chuckled."Jake, what is one fact about you that people would never have guessed?" Zaire asked and Jake tensed which no one realized.Everyone eyes was on him as he gulped harshly. His fingers became clammy and sweaty and his eyes da

"What? You both look like you've just seen a ghost." He said pointing at each of their pale faces."What?" Navaeh croaked out before she froze and cleared her throat."I said, oh God! So stressful. Both schools are good, NYU and Stanford, so why fight over which one to go?" He replied lazily.Navaeh looked to Quinnel to see him not even paying them any attention."And oh yeah, I heard literally everything. And I would say, you should follow your dream, if you want to, that is." He replied with a shrug sitting up.His hand moved to the back to support his whole weight as he looked up at the sky."The night is beautiful tonight." He mumbled and Navaeh looked away from him and up at the sky."Yeah, it is." She replied."Do you know about the superstition that dead people become stars?" He inquired after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence."Yeah, I don't think it's true though." Navaeh replied with a shrug and Quinnel let out a small scoff. She turned her head to him to see he was loo