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THIRTEEN ~ The Boy's Diary

Minhyuk helped me into the house through a window on the second floor, unlocked.

He never told me who lived here, so I was nervous about what he expected me to do. I was scared be wanted to steal something valuable from here, which made sense, because obviously someone rich lived here.

I fell into the room on my back on a checkered duvet. The bed was queen-sized, and very comfortable. I looked around the room from the posters to the large variety of snapbacks. There were posters of rappers and hip hop groups all over the walls, and there was a wall full of shelves, all holding a bunch of Snapbacks ranging from black to white. I recognized one or two, but decided not to acknowledge the feeling.

Minhyuk came in next, sighing.

"This might be the first time I snuck in here," he murmured, looking around. "He's gotten more Snapbacks. And shoes."

I switched my gaze down to the open closet, exposing an unlimited supply of jackets on hangers, and the floor of it was invisible due to the many pairs of shoes situated there.

"Whose house is this, Minhyuk?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow. I had an idea, and was hoping my idea was not true.

"Jooheon's."

Damn it.

"I need to get out of here," I said, clamoring to get to the open window. Minhyuk held me back.

"No, no, wait," he said. "Don't you want to get some dirt on Jooheon? Maybe you could use it for blackmail." I stopped struggling and looked at him expectantly.

"I'm waiting."

Minhyuk grinned and pointed to a notebook on the desk. It was plain red, held shut by a string of elastic, and a strip of ribbon was keeping a page open.

I looked up at Minhyuk, and he gestured for me to open it. "His diary."

I stared down at it. Did I really want to do this? What did he do to me for me to need to read his personal accounts?

Well, he did plenty of bad things to me.

Maybe I should take a peek. My trembling hand crept to the book, snatching the elastic and opening the book to the first page anxiously. I wondered if he used the blue pen he loved so much, the slightly inky one.

He did. I admired every point and curve of his messy handwriting, before reading what the handwriting actually said.  Looked over my shoulder at Minhyuk again, and he nodded to the book.

I skipped the first page, and went to somewhere about the middle.

Today, I was surprised to find Four Eyes in my dance studio, waiting for me. I expected she was probably doing something boring when she wasn't in school, like maybe studying, but here she was. She wasn't wearing her stupid glasses, or stupid overalls. She almost looked...hot.

Yeah, it's dumb to think that, but seriously, she did. Her ass I could see under her tight leggings, and just...her tank top was uuuuuuugh.

She had really nice legs. They were, like, nothing I'd seen before.

I kept on reading, surprised he thought anything positive of me.

I flicked to a page further up, and read.

I'm not so happy. My CD's GONE. Perfect Girl is the most embarrassing one anyone could have, considering what it's about. Ugh, Flora, Summer's little stepsister, wouldn't let me go with it. She kept asking about it, and I think she might have taken it.

THIS IS REALLY BAD.

If Flora's sister finds out about the song, she's going to flip, and I'm going to die of embarrassment. Oh, God, I hope she doesn't hear it, that'd  be the most embarrassing thing in the world.