The Bad Boy Stole My Diary

25

"Ow ow." I muttered.

"Sorry..." Beth said again as she helped me to the study hall.

"Ouch! Beth!" I cried as she started walking a little too fast and my ankle bumped into a wall.

I've already had surgery, that went well. It was also quick too and really helped. I was on crutches but decided I was sick of carrying myself on them so I asked Beth to help me and Devon to told my crutches.

Bad idea.

"Ok, Beth, honey, you're fired. Let me take over." Devon snapped.

"Oh come on, I didn't do anything this time." Beth whined.

"She's practically in tears. Let me take over." Devon took over and handed Beth my crutches.

I love Beth, but I was so relived.

"So how'd the surgery go hon?" Devon asked.

"Good I guess. I was asleep of course, but Im pretty sure it went well." I laughed lightly to lighten the mood.

"We should do something this afternoon." Beth said.

She paused and looked down at my ankle.

"Nothing too extreme of course." She smiled a little at me and I returned it.

"So what should we do?" Devon asked her.

We finally arrived at the study hall and we all sat down at a round table that was on the outskirts of the room.

"Ooo I know! You guys should help me work on this project for my creative writing class!" I said sarcastically.

"You're still doing that essay on first impressions?" Beth asked squinting her eyes in confusion.

"Yup. Apparently it's a big essay. We have to take it very seriously and it has to be perfect. That class is so obnoxious. Everything has to be perfect. I hate it." I rolled my eyes.

"Or... maybe we could just sit around watch movies and eat popcorn until we fall asleep?" Devon shrugged as if asking if we agreed.

"Good idea." Beth and I smiled.

The bell rung and I grabbed my crutches, reading to trudge to class.

This was going to be a rough couple of week.

***

"My breast can tell when it's gonna rain."

We all burst out in laughter as we watched Mean Girls for the 50th time in our lives.

"You smell like a baby prostitute." We heard Beth say and we all doubled over in laughter.

I guess we were too loud because I would occasionally hear Dillon banging on my window.

Beth got up annoyed and yelled, "how about you just close your window?!"

"How about you just close your mouth!" I heard Dillon yell, and I knew this wasn't going to end until I stopped it.

"Guys! Please can you both shut up?!" I cried.

They continued to bicker.

"Oh please! You have the biggest mouth in the world!" Dillon said after Beth told him he couldnt close his mouth if Jesus ordered him to.

I knew I wasn't getting any help from Devon. He was way too involved in Mean Girls as it continued to play on the TV. This is his favorite movie of all time.

"Shut up!" I yelled as I limped halfway to the window to stop them from arguing. My ankle was hurting so bad and I didn't want to hear any more.

I suddenly tripped over a pair of jeans laying next to window and the next thing I knew I was falling on my knees.

"Shit." I muttered.

But at least it shut them both up.

"Omg are you okay?" Beth asked me.

"Is she okay?!" Dillion ran to the window to get a closer look. He had a look of concern on his face.

This shocked me big time.

"Yes, shes okay," Beth hissed. "Why would you care?"

Dillon shrugged and slammed his window shut after he showed Beth his middle finger.

"He really can be a pain in the-"

"Beth." I gave her a warning eye as she helped me up.

"You're being such a mom right now." Beth giggled.

I guess she was referring as to why I was acting like a mother who was scolding her three year old child.

"I know I know. It's this pain in my ankle. Its making everything that pisses me off, piss me off ten times worse." I explained.

***

Tuesday
So, Dillon Taylor has been acting weird. He's... been acting like he cares about me. Weird, I know. The guy who embarrassed me in front the whole school and stole my journal out of revenge, is acting like he cares about my broken ankle... Or like he cares that Brad is paying a lot of attention to me. What I really think is that he's just mad because he believes every girl in the world wants him and since one girl (which is me) doesn't give a shit about him, it makes him angry. His ego is bigger than Texas and that only makes it worse.

It was about 1 am and I was playing soft music, or, Zayn's song "She Don't Love Me" out loud as I wrote in my journal. His music really soothes me. I could listen to it all day really.

I started thinking about Dillon's music and how he could play that loud screaming music in his ears twenty-four seven on full blast.

Then I started wondering if he was awake.

I crept over to my window and pushed my curtains open slowly.

What I saw inside his room kind of shocked me.

He was pacing around his room shirtless. Have I mentioned he had such a nice toned body? Curse him.

He had on black basketball shorts which were a little too low, but he looked frantic. Almost as if he was panicking and freaking out about something.

And then to my worst luck, he turned around to face his window and our eyes locked.

"Eek!" I shrieked and yanked my curtains shut.

My cheeks burned as I already knew his face had the biggest smirk on it.