Diary of a NO-Mantic

Chapter 6

HEY EVERYBODY!!! well, I changed Gid to Josh Hutcherson... cuz he's gorgeous. eheh :) so anyway, picture him this chapter! Love Josh Hutcherson? vote :) or vote if you like it, either way, vote! and comment, I love to hear from you guys :)

Dear Diary

Well, it couldn't last forever and now I'm going to school... yay. Oh, and the golden couple are still together, I was hoping they'd break up while I was gone so I could call quits on the whole plan. Oh well, I guess everything doesn't always go the way I want it to, obviously. Okay, don't make a face or anything, and this is going to sound really weird, but uh, well, I'm starting to think this whole thing isn't about Charlotte. Like, I don't know, I guess maybe I think he's... cute? No, no, no, no, no, never mind. Ignore that, it's a lie. That's Gid! The one who I've known my whole life, the one who almost broke my arm when I was nine, the one who isn't afraid to roll his eyes at me. Yeah, there we go, I'm just missing him because Evan hasn't invited him over recently. Woo, that was a close one. 

Wait a second, why hasn't Evan invited Gid over for a while? You don't think it has anything to do with The Plan, do you? Wait, is Evan trying to ruin everything? Augh, I'm so confused! AND I just remembered that I have an essay for English that I haven't written yet, oh joy, here comes the bus! Well, I guess I'll get back to you later; life is trying to run me over!

Dear Diary

There should be a law against school drama. Period. Because Charlotte Dupre would be serving life. Okay, so today started off like any day, I met up with Jade and Mandy, pointed out cute boys until school started and spent an hour and a half trying to stay awake during English. The only good part was that Gid is in my first period class, and first period is when I look my best (freshly done makeup and hair). I always make a point of looking at the noisy crowd just behind him, so that he can get a glimpse of moi. 

Alright, alright, let's get something straight; I am not one of those girls that wake up looking amazing. I'm just not, and I'm not going to pretend I am. Sure, I look alright, but I always feel better with an extra layer of foundation separating me from the rest of the world. Anyway, they weren't lying when they said the cheerleaders were coming at me with a vengeance and I've been receiving dirty looks all day. 

This girl, Janie, who sits in front of me practically made my day. When the teacher released us to do our homework in class Janie turned around and whispered, 

                "Is it true?" I stared at her, wondering what kind of rumors Charlotte could have started about me while I was at home sick. She seemed to get that I was confused and continued. "They say that Gideon Campbell and you are... an item?" She finished uncertainly, nervously checking my expression. Then it hit me. Who said that? It wasn't Charlotte, she'd be spreading bad rumors about me, and I have nothing against anyone else in the school. So maybe it was Gid, either way it left me feeling even more confident than ever. 

When the bell for lunch finally rang I practically jumped out of my chair, ready for a break from school. I scooted out my chair and grabbed my backpack, making sure that I didn't leave until Gid did. I hooked my arm through the boring grey strap and stood up slowly, wasting as much time as I could while the other students filed out of the narrow doorway. Finally it was just Gid, a few other students, and me. I casually walked over to Gid, adjusting the strands of hair that I hoped were framing my face. Gid watched me curiously, which made sense considering we never speak at school. I gave him a smile and we ended up walking to lunch together, making small talk. I could barely concentrate on menuevering the busy hallways and my shoulders were starting to feel bruised. Eventually I tried to ask if he had started the rumor, but it came out as, 

                “I heard this rumor, did you... have you... its like. Um, well, people seem to think. Anyway, bye!" I swear if I was blushing any more they would take me to the doctor for the unnatural colors my face was producing. I put my head down and walked as quickly as I could down the hallway, only looking back once. Gid was standing in the middle of the hallway still facing me, an open door's glow lighting his silhouette and framing his head in a golden halo of hair. One side of his mouth was lifted in his perfect grin, the one that made other girls melt. I felt something inside me clench, looking at him was like looking at a puppy rolling on the ground. It was so cute I wanted to take a picture of it and never ever look away. I shook my head, feeling even more distraught than ever. 

Now diary, you may think it doesn't get worse than this. But it does. Oh diary, it gets much much worse than this. You see, as I rushed down the hallway, I ran into my brother. Normally this wouldn't be bad, but we probably both looked emotionally wrung out. I was blushing, he was... I don't know how to describe it. He looked like he was going to either cry or punch somebody. Probably both. 

I had to coax an explanation out of him, but once I did, I wished I hadn't. Lynn, Charlotte's right hand-girl is the love of Evan's life. Or so he says. So anyway, I spent most of lunch giving Evan advice about a girl I don't even like. Every time I thought I'd made progress he'd look at me and say something stupid like,

"What if she doesn't like brunettes?" Seriously, I should get a medal for best sister or something like that because I had shown more pacience in that fifteen minutes than Ghandi did in his whole life. Eventually Evan worked up enough courage to ask her out, and while I stood a safe five yards away from him (can't be ruining his reputation, now can I?) he asked Lynn out. For a moment I thought she'd say no, and I braced myself for a night of loud emo music coming from his room, but then she accepted. He turned my way and gave me a huge smile, nodding in thanks. I took this is my cue to exit, so I waved and briskly passed them on my way to the cafeteria.

Unfortunately, Charlotte had other plans. I had almost made it into the cafeteria when she stepped in front of me, her posse forming a threatening half circle around me. I fought back fear and made myself stand my ground, even though I knew I was out numbered one to fifteen. Charlotte sensed my fear (like a snake would) and flashed me a wicked smile,

                "Summer! You don't have to look so nervous, we're just hanging out!" Something about that statement sounded false, but maybe it's just her voice. The conversation went a bit like this; Charlotte asked me about the rumor, I told her I knew nothing. She tried to insult me, I deflected them with comebacks. Finally, when I could tell she was running out of things she could call ugly, she finished with, “And besides, why would anyone like you?" 

                "I like her." Came a deep voice from behind Charlotte, and when the crowd parted, Gid was standing behind a baffled Charlotte, his jaw muscles clenching. She gave him a cute smile and sauntered up to him, batting her eyelashes so hard I swear the extensions should have fallen out by now. 

                "Well, of course I do to! We were just..." She turned around to me, her eyes narrowing but speckled with fear. I felt my heart drop when I saw that his eyes were glued on her profile, so trusting, so willing to believe any lie she made up, so long as he could be with her. 

                "We were just talking. That's all. It's really okay, Gid." I chocked out, surprised at my reply. I looked from my shoes to Charlotte, her eyes studying me, wondering what my motives were. I felt like I should tell him what she said to me, what she does, why he shouldn't be with her. Why he should be with... no never mind.  I tried to hide the hurt in my eyes and managed to excuse myself. 

And so, diary, you know of my dreadful day. I'm not sure why I didn't just come out and tell him what was happening. It wasn't to protect Charlotte, it was to protect him. 

And in case you were wondering, he should be with me.