Dork Diaries: Next Generation

Damn

Damn.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

He's coming to school here. Does he know how much chaos he's already caused? It's not even the media I'm worried about. It's the crazed students that I go to school with, and now Josh is one of them. DAMN.

The only word to express how I truly feel right now. I feel like "damn," if that makes any sense.

That feeling you get when you're floating on clouds and an airplane is flying towards you, but you know you don't have anywhere to go to avoid the airplane.

Damn.

That feeling. My God, that feeling is one of the emotions I try to avoid with everyone. But Josh, he's a living damn.

I mean, why is he here? What's his angle? Where is he? It's almost lunch, and I have yet to see the poster child for the definition of cringy.

*~*~*~*

Nope. I didn't see him in any of my classes, which means if he was here today, I wouldn't know it.

Where is he? Not that I want to see him, but I'd like to know so I can avoid him like a ninja.

I'm on my own for lunch. Erin has to finish some paper for some class, and Rick is committed to finishing a project that's due in a few days.

Lucky freaking me. Damn.

I practically sprint out of the school, trying to make a quick dash to my car. No point in staying at a place where I could be caught... by Josh. No thanks.

I walk as fast as my four-inch heels can carry me, and manage to make it halfway to the doors before I'm smashed against the lockers like a nerd being robbed of their lunch money.

"Get the hell off me, you jackass!" I yell, hoping someone could hear me.

Nope. No one. Damn. Of course it's Josh, here to threaten me, blackmail, definitely abuse me.

"Jackass? Oh, come on, baby girl."

"Let me go," I grunt, pointlessly fighting him. He won't let go.

"Now why would I do that? I don't see your so-called bodyguard around, and I'm trying to get as much time as I can before he shows up." Josh stars at me menacingly, looking at me with a lust in his eyes. It was disgusting.

He kissed me harshly. Bit my lip, like really bit it. Hard. I'm not sure if he knew this or not, but that's not sexy. At. All.

He finally let me go, released me of all the pressure pushed against me.

There was a smirk on his face and that nasty look in his eyes, and if I had the strength to rearrange it, you bet your ass he'd look like a Picasso painting.

"I'll see you around, Brandy."

I shiver at the sound of my name coming from his mouth. Damn.

*~*~*~*

"How was lunch?" Rick asks, suddenly caring about my day. I mean, I know he cares. But it's wonderful how he can manage to concentrate on his homework while I'm sitting directly on his lap.

"Lonely. Boring. Long. Et cetera," I mutter. He wants to play the concentration game, so game on. I pretend that I care more about the history paper I'm typing than the conversation.

"I'm sorry, but we only had half of the project done."

"Mhm. I understand."

"You don't sound like you understand. You can't seriously be mad at me for wanting to pass an assignment, Brandy," he says, closing my laptop.

Damn.

Well, I guess he won. I'll get him next time.

He wraps his arms around my waist, an annoyed expression on his face. "What did I do wrong?"

I had to laugh. I'm not sure what at, but it was between his worry clearly in his voice or how fast his annoyed look went to being scared.

"You didn't do anything." I kiss his cheek. "I'm just a little frustrated."

He threw his notebook across the couch, giving me his complete attention. "What happened today?"

"So I went out for lunch, and I forgot my sunglasses. All of these people were asking for a selfie, and deciding it wouldn't hurt, I took a few. I wasn't keeping track of time and ended up missing ten minutes of sixth period," I lied... well sort of. That all happened. But I don't even like my sixth period. Hell, I drove extra slow just so I didn't have to attend so quickly.

"Oh, no. Poor, poor famous Brandy Roberts," he adds sarcastically. "Taking selfies and loosing track of time because of her fans. How terrible."

I punch him in the shoulder. "I almost got a detention."

"But you didn't. I would be happy not frustrated, so what part of the story is the frustrating part?"

Damn. He caught me red-handed. I'm an actress, what the hell? Think of something, Brandy.

"Ms. Chrissy wouldn't stop giving me hell the entire period. She kept picking on me. Like, okay. I get it. I was late."

Rick laughs. He bought it. "It's still better than detention."

I shrug. "Sure."

Rick reaches for his notebook and continues the work he was doing, ending the conversation. I didn't want it to end. I wanted to get the Josh issue off my mind. I could just tell Rick everything, and probably ruin a good thing that I don't want to come to an end.

So I grab Rick's pen and throw it somewhere. He's not getting that anytime soon.

"Brandy, I needed that." I roll my eyes and toss his notebook too. "You're so bossy," he laughs.

I straddle him. You know what comes next. The kisses. The neck bites. The lack of clothing. The gratitude for the lock on my bedroom door.

Damn. This is selfish. But if it means forgetting Josh, why not?

Josh who?

Damn. It got worse before it got better. Will it get better?

Fear. I'm scared. For the first time in my life, I feel scared. And would you look at that. Another emotion.

Damn.

Damn. Damn. Damn.