The basketball diaries - Leonardo DiCaprio fanfic

10

Tick-tock, tick-tock. The time seems to go in slow-motion! I'm sitting by the desk in my room, glaring at the clock on the wall while drumming my fingers restlessly on the surface of the desk. 

Only a few yards away from me, on the nightstand, is Jim's diary laying. I could easily just pick it up and read it. But I haven't read from it and I am not going to either! It's private and I'm sure I wouldn't want anyone to read my diary if I had one.

But what if I just read one sentence... Or just a word?... That wouldn't be too harmfull, right?

"No, Laura." I say loudly to myself and force my gaze away from the book. I'm not giving in just because I'm nosey. It would be a sin to do such a thing. But it would be so interesting to read just a little... After all, I should just check to see if it really is his diary, because he doesn't really feel like the type of guy who would settle down for a nice little writing time. 

"Woops-" I yell out and in less than a second I have the book in my hands.

Just one sentence won't hurt...

I sit down comfortably in my bed and open up a random page. It's from four years ago, which means he must have been thirteen or twelve if he's as old as I am. I choose a part in the middle of the text and start reading:

We go to the locker rooms right away since we're half an hour late already. Our team is good at getting dressed quick because we're the type of team that wear their uniforms all day. We don't dig carrying around those little fag bags with our stuff in them, we just whip off our shirt and pants and we're out on the court in a minute. After the game, it was the same thing, no showers, of course, just up with our pants and on with our shirts and out the door.

So we go onto the court and here are these guys we're playing all duded up in blue and gold uniforms with little stars all over them, and going through these perfect warm-up drills. We were pretty raggy next to those guys but we went over o.k with the crowd because we're these tough raggamuffins from the lower east side, all poor and shaggy, and all these nice parents who have a few cars and smoke pipes and shit, well, they were gonna cheer the underdogs from the ghetto.

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For the upcoming days the two paragraphs from Jim's diary are completely sealed to my mind. I felt uncomfortably connected to him while reading it; almost like he was the one speaking to me. My impression of him hasn't really changed though, the only new thing I've realized is that he has always been cocky, ever since a child apparently. 

During English class I'm thinking about how I should give it back to him. I could try and just sneak it into his locker and by that avoid him turning fire and flames on me. But at the same time it would be kind of fun to see his reaction if I give it back myself. I wonder if he is searching for it? Maybe even panicking to find it?

"Before we end this class, I want to inform you about the celebrations Saint Vitus and Saint Agatha will be holding tomorrow to celebrate two hundred years of schooling. All classes from both schools will spend the day at Saint Vitus, for both lunch and other activities." the English teacher says.

"We will select a lady from this class to speak about the history of the two schools on stage. It will be a small speech but we'll be glad if you put some energy into it." she smiles and lets her gaze wander over us students who look at everything except from her.

"Now, I was thinking that Miss Laura Leigh would do the honor of holding this speech?"

My jaw goes slack and I feel the heat gathering to my face. No, no, no. 

"Of course." I chime with a faked smile but my whole body is literally shaking with anxiety.

I flinch as a paper ball hits my head from behind. When I peak back I meet the rude face of Nancy, who's red lips are pressed into a mocking smile.

"Oh no, now you're gonna' have to embarrass yourself in front of two schools." she grins and curls her unnaturally blonde hair around her finger.

I ignore her as if I don't care, but my heart aches with worry. I can't hold speeches, especially not in front of hundreds of kids who're all rude and disrespectful. And the fact Jim is probably going to be there.... Well... He will probably do everything in his power to destroy it for me. 

You know what, I will try and solve this whole misunderstanding between Jim and I. If that doesn't work, then I will ruin his life back, because I have the perfect tools for that now...

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