Diary of Charlotte Smith (on hold until it gets readers)

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Wednesday, May 3rd, Spanish, 2:40 pm

I just finished my Spanish Quiz. Anyway, I’m not writing about Spanish,Estoy escribiendo acerca de cómo Jim Fairshonnel me guiñó un ojo en el teatro! In other English words, I am writing about how Jim Fairshonnel winked at me in Drama!

No, I’m not excited, I’m just shocked! Why would he do such a thing! He doesn’t even know who I am! Or at least that’s what I thought. This is because after his practice, he sat down next to me and said, “Hey Charlotte, what’s up?”

I swear I must have looked like a total idiot with my mouth hanging down to the floor. I looked so stupid, I bet. At least I remembered to say something back, but that doesn’t mean I remembered to sound a little smarter than I did.

I said,”Uh-um… hey? Jim right? I really think that you deserve that part because I think Douglas would totally fit you, but if that’s offensive, then- um sorry… I don’t mean to start off on a bad toe-err- I mean foot. Ha, sorry.” And then I gave him this pathetic grin. If someone recorded that, I will die. I don’t know why I was so nervous around a stupid jock. He had no brains, so what was I afraid of?

“You’re in my English class aren’t you? I think I remember a Charlotte….,” he said slowly.

He didn’t even crack a smile, I thought to myself. A lot of other boys would laugh and tell the whole school, but he asked me if I was in one of his classes? Why is he being so nice to a girl he just started talking to? And am I in his English class? Dang! I can’t remember!

“Um, I’m sorry; I don’t recall seeing you before. How do you know me?” I asked. He grinned at me, and I noticed his perfectly chiseled jaw line. It was kind of hot.

WHOA. BACK UP. Did I just write that he was hot!?Oh my GOD!!!! I LIKE HIM!!! I like him? I like him!? OMG, I like him.

But he’s just a jock!!! I never liked jocks! In fact, they’re the ones who I don’t notice!!! But now it seems that Jim is the only thing I notice.

Anyway, he grinned and said, “Well, I saw that nervous look on our face after you looked at the audition sheet and I knew that you got the part of Joyce, but you didn’t expect it did you?”

How did he know all this? Is it actually possible for a jock to have brains? Or at least enough brains to read my mind? I don’t know anything anymore. I just hope that if I like him, that he’s not a pervert.

“Oh! Yeah, I was a bit surprised because I wanted to be in the choir, but it’s just too bad, you know?” I shrugged.

Jim put his hands behind his head. When he did this, I flinched because I thought he was trying to put his arm around me. Luckily, he didn’t see me flinch like a freak.

I looked at his muscular arms. They were so big and strong, like they could pop a basketball or something. His hands looked so warm that I had to resist the urge to touch them, which would be really weird. Jim was also a blond, like me. He had these piercing blue eyes, like Nikki’s eyes, except, he wasn’t creepy when he looked at me like it was when Nikki looked at me.

I felt so comfortable and nervous around him at the same time. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel that way about someone. I guess that I just haven’t felt such a strong love for someone in a long time, and that’s probably why I feel so weird. The last time I ever felt true love for someone is when I still had my whole family and I really loved them. But, hey, I honestly don’t expect anybody to fell bad for me, so, whatever.

Anyway, moving on now. I’m seriously tired of Spanish class. I think I’m going to relax and take a small, short nap, if that’s even possible. Okay, wait… it is possible. I’m really exhausted. I just hope that Mr. Rodriguez doesn’t catch me sleeping.