Part 4

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February 12

Two more days. Two more days. I can't wait! My birthday is gonna be awesome! I can feel it.

Everyone can come, surprisingly. I thought there would be someone that couldn't. Not that I'm, complaining.

He was watching me again. I don't know why.

February 15

Yesterday went well. Better than well, it was basically perfect. I got lots of amazing presents. He gave me a silver necklace. It's beautiful.

It makes me wonder if he's trying to start something. Just quietly.

What should I do? I really want things to work between us. I think, that no matter what happens, part of me will always be his, and part of him will always be mine. I think.

February 20

Something has changed.

Something has changed in his mind. The past week things had been good between us, but today was different.

He didn't even look at me when I came over to the group. It was almost the way it used to be, but now he's acting like I don't exist. He's playing games with me. I don't like it when people play games with me. I don't like it at all.

February 22

I felt someone watching at lunch today. Cassie told me afterwards it was him.

Why is he doing this?

February 23

He was watching me again. I stared right back at him. He looked away first.

I don't know what he's thinking, his mask is too good. He has a plan, I can see that much. What it is, or why he's doing it, I don't know.

February 26

He was talking to another girl today. Not really talking. Flirting. He's doing it on purpose. He saw me watching. He's trying to prove a point. I don't know what, but I don't like it.

Cassie caught me staring. She basically had to drag me away. I felt his eyes on my back as I turned away. I felt them trying to reach my soul.

I think she's worried about me. She thinks I need to forget about him. At least for now. She doesn't really understand though. She's never had a boyfriend, never really loved someone.

How the hell do I forget about the boy I'm in love with?

We are meant for each other. I can tell. I know.

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