Underground Secrets (The Underground #1) by S.A. Sproston Read Free Book Online Page A

comical. But this particular movie looks decent and besides, Gemma wants to see it too.
    Speaking of the sleeping beauty, I should wake her and see if she wants to watch this movie with me. I know she’ll regret sleeping all day and then not being able to tonight and be dog tired in the morning for work. It’s almost eleven now. I walk towards her door and knock loud since she’s a hard sleeper. No answer. So I do what I did before and crack her door open just a tad to peek through to see if she is still sleeping. Indeed she is. Hmm… how should I wake her? Got it! I run to her bed and jump onto the empty side and smack her ass and whisper in a creepy ‘I’m going to kill you’, voice.
    “Get up, get up, get uh-up.”
    She barely even registers what I just did. Figures. But there is slight movement coming from my friend as she rolls her face to the side and barely gets out an audible, “You little bitch.”
    I laugh, “Come on girlfriend. Get up and watch this movie with me. That little hottie Zac Efron is in it and I know how much you like him.”
    “Okay, okay, what time is it anyways?” she asks now sitting up and looking around.
    “About eleven.”
    “Holy cow, I’ve slept for two hours?”
    “Yeah, I know. That is why I am waking you up now.” I sit on her bed and debate on whether or not I should tell her about mister Green eyes and Tats . If I tell her she’s going to get all excited and try and talk me into getting back into the dating scene. This is something I definitely do not want to happen. If I don’t tell her, then it’ll be like it never happened and that’s fine with me.
    “What is it?” she asks.
    “What’s what?”
    “You’ve got a look that says you’ve got something on your mind.”
    Am I that easy to read? “Nothing. Just in a weird daze. I think I’m still feeling last night.” She gives me skeptical look, but ultimately decides not to push. She knows I’m not one to talk about things. Even the smallest of talks I can’t do anymore. It hurts too much.
    I get up and head towards the living room to sit and wait for her. Two minutes later she’s next to me and ready to watch the movie.

THREE
     
    M ONDAY MORNING STARTS OFF LIKE ANY usual Monday. The alarm goes off at six A.M, and I curse furiously at it while swinging my arm at the offensive sound trying to silence the beast. I don’t open the office up until eight in the mornings and nine on Fridays. I get up at six every morning, fully aware that I have a whole two hours before I have to walk down the steps, walk a few feet to the right and start my work for the day. It gives me a chance to enjoy this city’s somewhat quiet mode and do some thinking of my own. Lately I have been getting anxious about what my life is going to be in the next few months.
    I hear a slight knock with a hand slowly creeping through with fingers waving through my cracked open door; obviously Gemma trying to be cute.
    “Yeah, I’m up. Come on in.” She opens the door fully now, and I can see she is still in her green flannel sweats and a three sizes too big, old sublime tee with the left side hanging off her shoulder. She walks towards the bed with two cups in her hand. I’m sure one is a cup of coffee for her and the other a cup of hot tea for me. It’s odd for her to be up this early. She’s a roll out of bed, put on something presentable, fluff your hair and get this day going kind of girl. She’s a red-headed perfection that way. A one hundred percent natural beauty and I envy her for it. She hands me a mug and I cup it, lifting it to settle right under my chin, feeling the warmth from the steam and smell the aroma of my morning tea. I take a small sip, set it on my night stand and turn towards Gem, who is now sitting next to me.
    “You’re up awfully early,” I say, grabbing my tea once again to sip and enjoy my morning addiction.
    “Yeah, weird, I know. I just passed out way too early and woke up at five. I know I’m going to