THE SECRET DIARY

Chapter 8

There is no way after such news not to sleep like a baby. Maybe I'm bad, but I want Bart for myself! Gone out, ran to the two-floor house of Amelia. Her window is right above the street and allow myself with guttural cry to scream her name! She opens the third shouting ..
-Stop screaming! Sara sleeps! -Sara is her cat ..
-God .. C'mon get out!
-Mmm .. I'm lazy and sleepy .. what would we do?! - She grievances.
-We'll drive scates! Do you want? -I'm watching her with hope .. I have nothing to do at home ..
-Mmm .. Okay then.
-Seriously, Ami..you should stop fret!
-Wow. Is this a new word that you just learned, Moni?-before she finished the sentence, I have already taken a pebble and swung to the window.
-Stop! Will you break it! - screams and simultaneously laughing, she closes the window, and I make funny faces at her. While gooey, I see with peripheral vision strange man with a swooning figure. I turn around..
-Dreik!- I am almost screaming with raised eyebrows.
-Hi, Moni! - He said. I check out his body and when I got to the shoes, I see scates. What on earth !?
-What are you doing here? With skates!? - I'm suspicious..this guy must have psychic abilities!
-I thought that you and Amelia may want to ride .. -At this point at the door, also wearing skates as Drake goes Amelia.
-Whoa, let's see who is here.- she said cheerfully - And will you ride with us?
-No, we will not be riding! -I said before he could open his mouth and both look at me strangely. Seeing my angry face, Amelia heel turns and enters the house to change her clothes. Below are some pretty awkward minutes of silence.
-Do you want to go to the flagstones?
-Well, we'll go with you.- I say and we go. It seems strange walking the streets two girls staring at the ground and a boy on skates, trying not to beat a his head in the ground..Not an easy job..When finally we get there (not that far), we see they were all there. Following several unsuccessful attempts to flirt from Drake to me, of which I feel sick, Amelia look with type look "What is he thinking?" One hundred percent sure that he knows that Bart and I like each other. Hehe, just how it sounds! They're best friends..
In the evening again we are at The benches and tell each other stories. It's getting late and cold and decide to go home. Bart offers to walk -With me to home.
-Ok..- I agree, slightly scared what will happen when we are alone ..
-Yes, yes! Walk with her! Exactly! -says Amelia. This girl is quite taken seriously in her role of matchmaker .. I am glad that others did not pay attention to us and continue to talk. We are almost at home, and I go all the time with two steps ahead of Bart, with hands in the pockets of my jeans, clutching my keys .. I do not know why I am afraid, but I feel that he want to tell me something .. Just when cornering hear him say:
-Wait for a minute! -and I turn around.
-I want to ask something.- Oh no! Oh no! I don't like this. Do not get me wrong, I like Bart .. but also I am very afraid of this conversation!
- Do you want to be my girl? -I feel shame (do not know why) and trying not to show anything outside, but still slightly jiggle, I say:
-Okay!- Looking at me strangely, perhaps he felt that I'm not calm, offering me to move on ti my house.. We are now at the front door and we both sit facing each other.
-I'll see you tomorrow.- says he- Can I get a hug? - with his hands, waiting for me to sink myself into him like (as I intend to do). I look again his body and without a trace of hesitation I hug him. He is dressed in jeans and black sweatshirt, under which I do not want to imagine what's hiding ..it's just impossible for me .. or at least at the moment. I leave in his arms, his hands covering my whole body and we stay like this for a few seconds. In this October evening, I first tried the drug, called BART.