It All Started With a Diary

Light brown eyes disputed my anger. His hand against my flushed face was as cold as his heart, but once I felt that shiver run down my spine, I knew it wasn't his hand that had caused it.

It was him.

"You know how you hear 'after every storm comes a rainbow?'" Kade's voice was as small as the space in between our bodies.

I tried to turn away, only to get plastered back against his chest. Our heartbeats, synced by our own law, had formed a unpracticed routine.

"Please , answer me," his voice was shaky.

I left words unspoken. Instead, I gave a nod, my rage already settled in my bones.

I anticipated every word he spoke. Every day, you could only take an uneducated guess at him.

I felt my heart collapse at Kade's next words.

"Well, damn it, I'm still in that storm," he whispered into my red-tipped ear. "But I swear I can see the rainbow when I'm with you."

Kimberly Wrighton, the new girl who is trying desperately to make it through high school. The "loser" girl who tripped in front of the 'populars' on her first day of her new school. The girl with a diary containing her insecurities, her secrets, her true self.

Kade Ryder. The typical popular guy who feeds off of fights, anger, and violence. The guy that gets whatever he wants, no matter who or what he destroys to get it. The bad boy that girls swoon over. The guy with a heart so cold, he would laugh in the face of someone's insecurities.

But, this time, Kade had gone too far.

What if the most rudest, arrogant, popular, but cutest guy in your high school took your diary? What if he read every single page of it? What if, to get it back, you begin to see the real man behind the cold, hard exterior?
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Kade POV

I wasn't stupid. I hated her, yet I yearned for her company. I knew better then to break the rules of my own heart, but around her? They never applied.

But, when was I ever one to follow the rules?

I guess our little story did all start with a diary.