My Ever Dearest Diary,
He spoke to me today?
He did, Alex did.
I have no clue why he did tough. He didn't even make fun of me once. It was so weird.
We were in math, and I was doodling in you, the 2 pages before, as you can see simple lonely gay stuff like boys kissing and cuddling and hand holding. Because I'm stupid.
And I realise he was looking at me. More specifically, what I was drawing. And I got embarrassed, so I turned you so he couldn't see.
And he laughed, in a cute way, and said "Ok, ok, I'm not looking." And he smiled at me. Then he said. "Those were good though, you're really good at drawing."
No one has ever told me that, so I simply smiled and said "Thanks."
He kept speaking to me though, and said, "I've never really introduced myself. I'm Alexander Hamilton, but call me Alex."
I then realised he wanted me to say my name. "You already know my name though."
"Tell me for the sake of it."
So I said, "Fine. It's John Laurens."
We didn't talk much after that. He probably didn't want to.
I have no idea what this means now. What the fuck does this mean?
Are we friends?
I've never had a friend. Fuck diary, what do I do?
I think I'll ignore him. It's fucking stupid. Me, friends with a dick? I don't think so.
They were dicks today. They wouldn't leave me alone, they followed me and pushed me over and over until I eventually tripped.
Then they laughed as I picked up all the things I dropped.
Then Lafayette stole my notes from last period. James spat at me. They left.
I hate them.
So much.
They won't leave me alone. Dear diary, I cried a bit.
I pretended I didn't.
It's not very manly of me, right?
Forever,
Jay
