My somewhat secret diary | j.j

Two

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Jack Johnson's Pov

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I walked into school, heading to my group of friends. "Yo." My best friend Jack Gilinsky said . "Did you fuck her yesterday?"

"No. Dip." I answered. All Jack thinks about is sex, weed, girls, boobs, ass, and parties. "Did you find anything out? Like anything?" Dominic asked. "She has a diary, but no big deal." I shrugged it off.

"Dude ! Steal it and show us it!!!" Ryan yelled. They all agreed with Ryan. "Come on bro. You'll finally know if she's wants to have sex with you or maybe she might be cheating on you. Only way to find out."

I thought about it for a second or two. She always seemed secretive and finally I could find out why. "Fine, but don't tell anyone what you read." I hissed. "Alright Jack. Here we go!" Jack said and jumped in excitement.

I walked to Adela.

"Hey babe. Can I come over today?" I asked while hugging her. "Of course love."

It stung when she said I could come over. I didn't want to do this but at the same time I did. God, why am I so bipolar.

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After school

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Me and Adela walked home together. "So what did you want to do?" She asked as she plopped down onto her bed. "I was wondering if you could show me your diary..."

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Adela's Pov

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"I was wondering if you could show me your diary..."

My heart started beating fast. I shot up and I stayed quiet. Am I ready to show someone more than a sentence and someone who wasn't Emma? Was he going to leave me for what he would read in my diary ? Would he think I'm a freak?

These questions circled my mine. "Uh, are you okay?" I heard a voice say and I snapped back into reality.

"Yeah, uh yeah." I bit my lip. "You can read it..." I said unsure. I grabbed my blue diary and unlocked it. I stared at it, my hands were shaking. I procrastinated for a minuted or two until I finally handed him my prize possession.

He read it, Jack eyes got big. I expected that, what I wrote in there makes me want to die every single time I read it. Jack hugged me and simply said 'I'm sorry'. The funny thing is that he didn't read all of it.

Better for me I guess.

His phone rang. "Yeah , okay I'll be over." I heard Jack say to the person he was talking to on the phone.

"Listen babe I gotta go see you tomorrow."

"Okay see you tomorrow." I said picking up my books off the floor. "I'll leave your diary here." He said and left with that. I finished cleaning up my room about an hour later. I went to go get my diary.

It wasn't there.

I began to panic. "Where is it?!" I screamed to my self and searched for it everywhere. Two hours had passed and my room looked like it did before I cleaned up.

"No. No, this can't be happening." I screamed. "It has to be here!" I wailed and threw all my books on the floor. I cried and cried until I couldn't cry any longer.

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Jack Johnson's Pov

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I walked to Jack's house , it wasn't far from where Adela lives. I finally reached his house and knocked on his door. He answered in an instant, "You have it?!" Jack asked. I held up the blue diary. He smiled.

We went into his room, where Ryan and Dominic were. "Damn Jack we thought you were going to pussy out! Nice job dude." Ryan said and grabbed the diary. He read it out loud:

September 5

I was in my room-- enjoying the peace and quiet. It's usually never quiet, my dad and mom constantly fight. I hated it, I hated it as much as I hated spongebob. I was watching the Orange Is The New Black, when my dad came in. And asked me "Why are you alone? It's surprising a guy's not in here with you." I stayed quiet. Of course I never really talked back--knowing if I did I would get hurt. I was to afraid. "Why aren't you talking?!" My father asked again knocking down my perfumes. "I don't want to talk." I answered. "Well when I talk to you , you answer me. Understand me bitch." He hissed at me. I had know idea why he was acting like this, I had done nothing and he wasn't drunk. "You're so stupid." I said under my breath. "What the hell did you say?" My dad asked. I was furious by now, I didn't deserve this--no one did. Not even the worst person on earth. "Stupid isn't as bad as bitch." I spat at him. Which was a bad idea, he slapped my face and punched me. I fell to the ground, crying. He left my room, with me lying on the floor. Crying, and that how every day is.

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That was just the first page and Ryan has no sympathy to anyone, he just wasn't to be popular and this would bust his popularity. "I'm printing this page and putting it everywhere in school!" Ryan yelled and ran to Jack's printer.

"No!"

Ryan knew I would try to stop him. He copied the page and printed 220 copies. "Dude okay I won't. I'll throw them away, I just wanted to mess with you." Ryan confessed.

I left the house and went home.