Disclaimer: I am NOT Kevin Williamson. I own nothing.
Dirty Little Secret
by Toni
She knew she wasn't suppose to be doing this, but she peeked. Just
one page. Pacey wouldn't mind. How many deep dark secrets could a
confessed under achiever have anyway?
What she found wasn't what she was expecting.
Dear Diary,
I'm not usually one to keep a journal but ever since Joey and
Dawson have started a "relationship"... I've been feeling quite left
out. Thank God for Andie otherwise I think I'd truly go insane.
Andie McFee read the entry over one more time and wanted to cry.
He really did care for her. She sighed and held the black composition
book close to her heart. A muffled noise scuffled down the hallway.
Andie quickly slid the journal back into its original hiding place
under Pacey's mattress.
It had only been the cat but the fright was enough for her to stop
snooping. Pacey walked in only a second later. How close
can you cut it McFee before you get caught?
"Hey, McFee. What are you doing here? Everything okay with your
mom?"
Andie felt like she jumped a mile. She hoped Pacey didn't notice.
She also hoped her eyes weren't that horrible shade of red either.
No, she scolded herself. No, they definitely were *not* that shade of
red. She made sure of that before she left home, right? She always
made sure. That was her ritual. She always made sure. No one could
know the truth.
It had taken some effort but Andie managed to place her attention
back on Pacey. His smile lit up the room. He had said something about
her mom, didn't he? Andie knew that Pacey was only trying to be nice,
but he couldn't know how hard it had been. He didn't know what really
happened when her brother died. She didn't want anyone to ever
know... EVER!
Andie smiled at him and politely changed the subject. She seemed
to be doing that a lot lately. Changing the subject. Evading the
question. Dodging the bullet. But she couldn't help it. After the
fiasco of running for student government, her whole world started to
crumble again. All because of that trouble-maker Abby and her motor
mouth spreading gossip as fast as the White House's rumor mill.
The funny thing was. The rumor Abby spread wasn't even true, but
that didn't make it any less crushing or brutal. Abby was a first
class bitch. No one would ever take that award away from her.
Despite Abby and her back stabbing political campaign, she knew it
was for the best. Jack had been right all along. Jack told her it
would be better this way. Better that the school, their friends,
their neighbors, thought their mother was the one responsible for the
accident. But it was so hard to blame someone who didn't know any
better. Someone who didn't know that she was the butt of everyone's
joke.
How long could they keep blaming their mother before someone found
out the truth? How long before the entire sophomore class at Capeside
High knew that Andie McFee had killed her own brother? And that it
hadn't been an accident.
To be continued.
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