Dear Diary: It's A Secret

Dear Diary: Chapter 4

February 11th, 2015

Dear Diary:

Do you know what I realized yesterday?

Tyler's never around anymore, I haven't seen him in the hallways since winter break. Did he leave suddenly? But, why?

Then what was the point of his mom begging me to stop him from getting expelled, and to forgive him?

Till this day I haven't forgotten what he did to me, yet that day when I saw the vulnerability in his mom's eyes, the way she looked at me as if it was all up to me, I thought of how it felt for a mother. How much I was putting his mother through. Tyler's dad had been glaring daggers at Tyler the whole time, and somewhere deep done I had felt bad for them- for him.

I perhaps was the reason both of their sons' lives were ruined.

By the way Adagio hasn't talked to me for a day now. I saw him in history with a girl, to me it seemed like he was flirting with her. Not once did he turn my way, however why should I care?

It's not like he mattered to me or anything.

"Smiling is not a disease which could kill you," someone stated from behind me.

A gasp escaped my lips, as I jumped in my seat, turning around. I looked towards where he sat before, his seat empty. I could never get used to his sudden appearance.

"When-how did you get here?" I stuttered, not knowing when I zoned out.

He chuckled, "I walked here."

"I didn't mean that," I muttered.

Adagio innocently smiled, a mischievous glint visible in his eyes. "I know I'm handsome, but that doesn't mean you have to constantly stare at me."

"So what?" I retorted, crossing my arms across my chest. "They're my eyes, and they can look at anyone."

He smirked, "Definitely the answer I was expecting."

I gave him a one sided shrug, as if what he thought of me didn't bother me. Even though it did.

"Why are you here?"

"Remember that I was going to help you, Serena? You did want my help," he remarked, grinning.

"Keep dreaming," I snapped, then turned back to my blank paper, feeling Adagio's eyes on me. "You were the one who offered to help, I didn't beg you."

"People say you barely talk," he explained. "It doesn't look like you find history interesting, then why don't you sit with some people to chat with?"

He slumped down into the empty desk next to me, curiosity etched on his face.

"I don't make friends anymore," I mumbled, doodling on my paper. I would have to ask Mr. Throne for another one at the end of class since I don't like dirty papers.

"What if I make you my friend in six days?" He asked.

I shook my head, my attention turning towards him. "Not gonna happen."