Dear Diary, I love him.

Dear Diary,
I love him. I shouldn't, but I do. I love him.
It wasn't love at first sight. I definitely wasn't. I knew him long before. I even rejected him when he asked to walk me home in seventh grade. I remember eyeing him up and down and going "ew no" while he kept pleading.
I thought I knew him. I knew his name was Hero Fiennes Tiffin (everybody knew his name anyway) and I knew he was the star basketball player of the school, and player in general.
But everything changed when I got to know him. I know shouldn't feel this way. His motives where clear when he approached me. "I want you to help me make her fall in love me" he said.
But instead of her, I fell for him. I didn't want to, I swear! But like a stupid high school girl I fell for him.
And sadly for me that isn't what he wanted.