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Dear diary,
alright, what the fuck? Last night was interesting. It was like Rafe was teasing me, of course he was teasing me. That's what he does. He is a pain in the ass. It's like he thinks i like him. He is a fuck boy, idiot and a player.
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Bea Holliday
"Mom, have you seen my blue flowered skirt?" I shouted from upstairs, my voice echoing through the house. Panic surged through me as I rifled through my chaotic closet.
From the kitchen, Mom sighed heavily. "No, honey, I don't know where you put your things."
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, frustration bubbling up inside me. My hands kept frantically shuffling through hangers, but all I found was a black mini skirt. There was no way I could wear that to school. I'd look like a hooker.
I cast one last desperate look around my room. The clock was ticking, and my blue skirt was nowhere to be found. With a heavy sigh, I resigned myself to the black skirt. "Guess I'll have to go with this one," I mumbled to myself, grabbing the skirt with a reluctant hand.
I stripped off my pajama pants and slipped into the black mini skirt. Standing in front of the mirror, I scrutinized my reflection, turning to assess how the skirt hugged my body. "It's fine," I sighed, trying to convince myself that it wasn't as bad as I thought.
Rushing downstairs, I grabbed my backpack and bolted out the door, hopping on my bike. "I'm going to be so late for school," I mumbled, pedaling furiously down the street, the wind whipping through my hair.
The school bell rang just as I skidded to a stop in front of the entrance. My heart pounded as I sprinted inside, my footsteps echoing through the empty halls. Out of nowhere, Rafe appeared, his broad frame blocking my way.
"Rafe, move," I said, pushing against him.
"Whoa, Holliday, rude," he retorted, his smirk widening as he refused to budge.
"Please, Rafe, let me through. I'm late for class," I pleaded, exasperation lacing my voice.
He clicked his tongue, considering me with that infuriatingly smug look. "Go on a date with me."
My heart skipped a beat. "What?"
"Come on, it should be fun," he said, his smirk turning into a charming grin that made my stomach flutter despite my irritation.
"For your pleasure maybe, but i actually have something to do with me life," I protested, my mind racing with the potential fallout.
"your really hot, when your pissed ," he winked, leaning closer, his presence overwhelming.
"Fuck, Rafe, just get out of my way," I snapped, shoving past him, my pulse racing.
"Jesus, fine, i was just kidding," he muttered, finally stepping aside.
I rolled my eyes and pushed open the classroom door, only to be greeted by the entire class staring at me. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Fuck," I mumbled under my breath, feeling every pair of eyes on me as I hurried to my seat, wishing I could disappear.
