The Bad Boy Stole My Diary

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Intro                      Private essay
When I first saw Dillon, his clothes made me think of him to be a dark and mysterious person. He looked like he was angry and I could tell by the looks of him that he had a talent of hiding his feelings. I know thats a weird thing to think the first time you see someone but I'm good at knowing someone before I even meet them.

I threw my pencil on the ground and huffed in annoyance. How do I make this stupid essay sound like a ten year old didn't write it?! This is literally the hardest thing Ive ever written and it felt so weird talking about Dillon on paper like this.

"Think Cait. Think of a day you walked into his house and he bumped into you. Think of how scary and rude he looked- and acted. You can do this." I pep-talked myself.

And suddenly it all came to me. What was I thinking? Was I frightened? Was I angry? Well I was definitely angry about how he bumped into me so hard I fell, and then he just stared at me and didn't help me up.

I cringed at the memory. It seemed like it happened years ago but it was only a few months ago. Dillon changed, I noticed that. I don't know what made him change but he changed...

Anyway, back to my essay.

I found myself finally getting the hang of it and writing down everything I remembered. Page one was finished in a breeze and then I got to page two which was his attitude and how I thought he acted on a normal basics.

Of course that was very easy too. I thought he was the rudest human being of all who had the worst attitude to other people. Not to mention me.

Page Three
How have I become "fond" to Dillon? Well... fond wouldn't be the word because I'm not actually fond of him... he hasn't shown me a reason to feel that way, other than the time he showed affection to me when I needed it most, but does that really equal up to the times he's embarrassed me, hated me, or made fun of me? When I think of Dillon, fondness is the last word I'd think of that compares to him. I think he's afraid of how it would feel if someone actually did show keenness towards him. If you asked me in person if I had another word that would explain how I felt towards Dillon, I'd be thinking for hours because I'm afflicted. I wouldn't know. 

I couldn't deny he fact that it felt like I was writing a diary entry.

I glanced over at my diary. The memory of Dillon climbing out my window with it in his hand flashed into my mind and then the memory of how Devon, Beth and I got revenge came right behind it.

It made me laugh, and I knew I had to fit that in somewhere in my essay.

I smiled to myself, knowing this essay would totally get an A-plus and I can tell Mr. Will to kiss my ass when I hand it to him for giving us these unnecessarily long essays. 

Dillon's POV

"I need a babysitter." My mom said out of nowhere as I sat in the kitchen with her. She had her phone in her hand and she looked up at me when she said it.

"Okay..." was all I said.

"I'm going to ask Cait if she can do it." My mom got out of her seat.

"She's probably busy." I quickly replied.

"What do you mean 'she's probably busy' it's going to be the last day of Thanksgiving break and the whole break is just a week." My mother said.

"I know, but mom- I could babysit Michelle. I've dealt with children before." I lied.

My mother laughed after I said that. She was laughing so hard I saw her wipe away a tear from her eye.

"You? Babysit? You can't baby sit your self and you're about to be an adult! Honey, I'll just call up Cait and ask her to do it. I don't want to call her in the middle of break because she may make plans on the date I need her to watch Michelle." She went to reach the phone but I picked it up instead.

"Dillon, what is wrong with you?!" My mom paused for a second. "Something happened between you and Cait didn't it?"

She gave me one of those "I know I'm right now tell me what happened" looks.

"No, nothing happened... I'm just giving you other options, you know?" I lied.

"I don't want other options I think Cait is a great option." My mom reached for the phone but I yanked it back.

"What about that other girl, uh, Ona! What about her?" I suggested as I pulled the phone out of reach from my mom. I instantly got the memory of when Cait and her bitchy friend found me and her making out in my room.

"Her name is Una-" my mother glared, "and her family moved away a month ago. Cait is one of the best girls I've found that Michelle actually likes. Now give me the phone." The look on my moms face showed she was angry and I knew I would regret it if I didn't hand over the phone.

I signed in defeat and gave it to her. I watched her ring their house number and saw her face light up as she heard Cait's voice.

I really think Cait and my mom are like best friends, and it's honestly so weird.

It's not like I hate Cait... I just know how awkward it would be if we ran into each other, or looked at each other, or if we did anything that included the other person.

I thought about her lips... God her lips were so soft and she was even a good kisser. Even thought we didn't kiss for long, I can still feel her lips on mine till this day.

Maybe she'll decline the offer because she doesn't want to face me. I know it will be equally awkward for both of us.

"Well, she'll be here On Sunday at about 1. She'll only be working for 6 hours. That's the last day of your break right?" My mom asked as she placed the phone back down.

"Yeah." I mumbled, thinking of everything that could go wrong on Sunday.