Chapter 16

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Really long!!! Also, I had no internet, so it's all my thoughts form 2 weeks in one chapter. Looongg chapter. To make it less confusing, I'll put a '-' when there is another subject :) enjoy being in my head!

Dear Diary,

So it's been a while. I'm currently on my school holidays right now and usually, I would be enjoying late night calls, texting sessions and going out, but it's just so boring. I recently started talking to my old-and currently- awesome boy bestie about things. J. If you don't remember him, he was in chapter 1. :) Anyway, I'm in Sydney right now and there's no internet. I'm dying. Usually, I would skype and facebook him, but instead, he has the same phone plan as me so unlimited talk and text FTW~! We talk a bit too much to be honest. This was like when I was with D. D is at a cadet camp right now so we can't really talk. I miss my stupidly hot boyfle :(.

Anyway, J is just trying to get me to get over Du. I don't get to see Du ever again-until next year- so that will be hard. He just reminded me about the promise. If I still like him next year, I have to confess. I don't think I will get over him though.

Ok I have a small confession to make.

When people think about their crush, usually it's only one person right?

Well L pops up. I didn't know why so I went swimming to truly think. Usually i would run but it's too hot for that now. I realised that my subconscious, as stupid as this sounds, is reminding me to not make the same mistake. Well, my subconscious would be my past, and my past is M, N and A. Only M popped up though. All I can remember is that she keeps repeating, 'you say you won't make the same mistakes, but you are.' That keeps hotting me. That's why I am trying to be a nicer person to people. And she also said, 'if this stubborn, self centred person is the real Sakura, then I can't wait until D finds out about her.' I honestly started crying when I read that. I guess that's what really pushed me to change. N as well. She just kept warning me but I guess I was just a dog and didn't listen.

Sigh.

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Du.

The hot, stupidly cute, attractive, short and perfect human cannot get out of my head. It's been more that a week and I'm just dying to see him. Well his Facebook wall is pretty funny because he pulled the same face as me. Well, my sister posted a photo on Facebook when we landed in Sydney and I pulled a face. Later, on his wall, I saw him pulling the same face. Honestly, it was so cute I started laughing.

I was just relishing on old memories and oh my god were they awesome. From last year until now. I remembered when we first met, it was at our team's first match. I saw him watching us since our other coach, Morgan, had a game. I came up to him and introduced myself. I thought he was just a normal person until I got to know him. He actually got on my nerves a lot. I mean a lot. We fought like the whole time. Even when I was playing, he picked on me. That annoying dog is now my crush. Honestly, one thing happened last year that happened this year. He caught a ball for me. Last year, I screamed 'heads' and curled up into a ball. He laughed at me and said 'you scream heads, but don't move haha.' I got kind of mad at him for that but oh well.

This year, the ball was headed for me again. This time, he just said a series of words. I think I have discussed this in a previous chapter so I won't repeat it. There was this moment where in my head, I would have kissed him, but I'm real life, I was stone.

Ok so I think I have discussed this before but I can't remember. I'll just repeat. So I needed a ride for a volleyball match. Something really little got to me though. Ok so Brad, the driver, (horrible and mean one at that), loves Electro house music. Coincidentally, Du loves this music too, and started singing along at the chorus. I think he forgot I was there so I just started laughing along with brad. By the way, he's a pretty decent singer. Something else happened. So brad stopped the car so I could get out so I was gathering my items when...

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