Dear Diary,
I don't know what I'm going to do about Brad and Kayla. Both are ignoring me and pushing me away as though I mean nothing to them. Look at me, sounding like a miserable teenage girl who's boyfriend and best friend won't talk to me.
Oh well, I can deal with it.
The only thing on my mind besides them was Niall. I'm always thinking about how sweet and different he is from his other gang members. He doesn't try to make me do things I don't want to do and that makes me grateful.
If I wasn't dating Brad, I probably would ask Niall out or let him ask me out. I wonder if he would. He's so funny and his lips look super soft. But Harry has softer looking lips.
Woah. Did I just write that? I guess I did.
But that's true. Harry has these soft looking lips that I'm sort of jealous that he has them. That boy infuriates me. First he basically sexually assaults my leg by touching me then he slams me against the wall, well I did piss him off. That's not even why he infuriates me. He infuriates me because he stuck up for me with my brother issue.
What was Jackson's problem that day anyways? I still have the hand print shape bruise on my upper arm but he seems to be ignoring the fact that he caused the bruise. Arsehole.
Tristan and Hannah are still trying to figure out why Harry stood up for me and why Jackson seems to be hiding something. Though I think they're giving up because neither of the boys will say anything. Tristan won't even go near Harry for some reason.
I wonder if they dated before, though I wouldn't actually think that since she doesn't find him attractive. So she says.
Anyways, I have to go shopping with Tristan and Hannah since there's a Spring Fling coming up in about two months.
Two damn months. And I have to go shopping now. What the actual hell?
Oh well. They're girls. Hopefully I don't get anything too slutty or revealing.
Yours Truly,
Annabelle H.
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Notes:
Sorry it was so short guys but this is sort of a filler chapter so...yay!
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