June 7, 2015.
Dear diary,
Yesterday I left my book at home. I was running late because of cheer tryouts, something Silver would look at me with repulsion for.
"There's nothing to cheer about." she'd say.
When I showed up at the park i repeatedly blinked after taking an appalled double take. On my bench sat the boy.
I wasn't angry, only eager to take my place back. To me that was mine and Silver's bench, not his.
I had to be patient, but how could I? I was almost late, nearly making it here on foot by six and now there sat some stranger where I was meant to be sitting.
"Hey!" I clamored, running up alongside the bench. Even when my shadow casted over him he held his head low, hood covering what I longed to see most. "This is my spot."
I felt my cheeks heat in anger when he payed no notice to me and kept writing in his book instead. "Excuse me?" I said louder. "Are you deaf?"
I couldn't help my temper from brewing, rabid and making me want to scream in frustration.
I seized the book from his hands and held it behind my back. He dropped his pen when he sprung to his feet, towering over me.
His wild eyes met my own, taking me by surprise. His hood hid most of his face but I saw the small things: the freckles dusted along his soft white skin, his pink, full lips that I was so mysteriously drawn to and his eyes. His surreal like eyes.
"Give it back." he growled. His voice was deep but to any girl's ears angelic, sending a shudder coiling down my spine, tickling my toes.
"No." I vetoed, looking up at his sharp, frantic eyes.
He tried circling his hands around me but I pulled back, taking his book with. "This isn't funny." he said, his tone desperate.
"Neither was when you ignored me." I prompted, glaring right back at him. He only glowered down at me but I couldn't find enough strength to look away, no matter how cold his gaze was.
Side tracked by his piercing eyes, he tricked me by reaching to my left but moving back to my right and stealing his book back, holding it above my head.
He turned around and began walking away, seeming anxious to leave. "You can't sit here!" I shouted after him.
Flustered, I dropped myself down on the bench, reaching for the pen which belonged to the boy with green eyes.
