The Alexandra Diaries

Broken

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"What?!" Isabella yells, swerving around a dead animal. I still stare in shock at Charlotte's birthdate. "We have the exact same birthday. And we're the exact same age." I say quietly, my mouth hanging open.

"Let me see that." Ryan says, snatching the card out of my hand. I don't even yell at him, I'm just too shocked to say or do anything.

"What the actual fuçk?" He questions, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

"That's freaky." Isabella says, looking confused. "I mean you two do have a lot of the same features, same skin tone and you both have the exact same curly hair. You also have like the exact same nose as her..." She says, and I groan. I throw my head back, making a loud thud as it hits the head rest.

"Does Dylan know?" Isabella asks, and I growl.

"Probably. Knowing how much that little shit hides from me." Ryan snorts, and I turn around to scowl at him. "What are you laughing at? It's not like you're any better." I say, and he makes this weird thinking face.

"Actually, I don't lie. And your mate is a dick." He says, and I roll my eyes. "He doesn't deserve you." He mutters, and I almost missed it. Did he really say that?

I remain silent, trying my best to ignore him.

"Has he marked you yet?" Ryan randomly asks, and I blush slighty. I'm mildly embarrassed that Dylan hasn't asked to mark me. "I'm guessing that's a no?" Ryan asks laughing, but I continue to stay quiet. "Are you ignoring me, princess?" He asks, leaning forward so that his head in right near mine.

"Ryan, shut up." I say through gritted teeth, and I look at him to see him smirking.

"Does that mean you're still a virgin?" He asks, causing both Izzy and I to yell at him.

"Ryan just shut the hell up." Izzy spits, pulling into the Dunkin Donuts parking lot where my car is.

I reach over and hug Izzy, thanking her. "And please...don't say anything about this." I say, and she nods. I look towards Ryan who just flips me off. I smile and wave, grab everything that I need, and walk out towards my car.

The drive back to the house is excruciatingly long. I'm dying to read the two journals. Why does Dylan hide so much from me? Am I that untrustworthy of his secrets?

What does he know that I can't know? I've told him literally everything that I know about myself. I thought we were better than this.

I finally pull into the driveway and stumble out, eager to start reading. I carry the two books in my hand, the scrapbook under my arm, and the wallet in my other hand.

As soon as I open the door, I race at werewolf speed upstairs to my bedroom, closing my door, I take off my leather jacket, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

I hop onto my bed and pick up one of the books. Maybe this will be able to give me some answers. Unlike Dylan, a book won't lie to me.

Flipping open the first page, I notice that this is a lot like my diary. Our hand writing is very similar too. Starting with the first entry, I read.

Dear diary,
My name is Charlotte Anne Thompson, or as some people call me; Cat. I am thirteen years old. My parents believe I'm depressed, so they gave me this to write my thoughts down. I'm only writing this down because I have nothing better to do. My parents are never home, and when they are, they seem to forget about their only daughter; me. I wish someone would care about me.