dear diary | shefani

Entry Six

Entry Six

Dear Diary,

I've learned something new today; I hate my English teacher.

It was a normal day. I avoided Blake, he avoided me. Perhaps it would've been a good day for once, if English class hadn't ruined it.

"Today, we'll be discussing our next project. By now, all of you should have finished The Great Gatsby. I'll be putting you in pairs of two to work on a presentation on the theme of this brilliant American classic," said the teacher.

Everyone looked at their friends, hoping to be paired together. Of course, I have no friends in that class. Maybe I could ask the teacher if I can work alone...

"Gwen and Blake," the professor calls our names.

Shit.

"The presentation can be on notecards-but that's all. We will start presenting next week, so be prepared," the teacher said, and then the bell rang.

The students jump out of their seats, walking over to whoever they were partnered up with. I awkwardly look at Blake, debating with myself if I should even go over there. Eventually, I do. We awkwardly stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

"My house isn't really unpacked yet, so..." Blake trailed off.

"Oh, yeah," I look down. "We can do it at my place. When are you free?"

"Whenever," he replies. "I haven't really gotten the chance to get involved with anything yet."

"Alright. Want to come around tomorrow at seven?" I ask.

"Sure," he says simply.

"Okay," it's awkwardly quiet now. "I'll see you tomorrow." and then, I scurry to lunch.

Why was I so awkward? Stupid, Gwen. Stupid.

At least we had a normal conversation for once. It wasn't about our strange tension, or how we stare at each other during class. This was just two normal teenagers planning on when we'd work on our project together.

I'll keep telling myself that until I believe it.

Honestly, maybe I'm a little excited for him to come over tomorrow. This gives us an excuse to get to know each other. At least my parents won't be home, so that can't embarrass me.

I'm sure everything will be fine, and I'm just making the situation worse that it is. Maybe this is a good thing. We can finally hang out with each other without our sexual tension making things bad.

Wait.

Sexual tension.

My parents won't be home.

This is going to be interesting.

Until next time,
Gx

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