dear diary,
imagine being in a situation where you're forced to date someone because other people suspect your sexuality; and there's nothing worse than being gay.
and imagine having to act happy about it, and then you glance over to the girl in which you love with your entire heart and you see her face drop.
it's all lauren fucking jauregui's fault, with her dark locks and piercing green eyes, and that evil smirk that never leaves her plump lips. i used to have a crush on her, until she once got a girl punished for apparently touching her inappropriately. it was during gymnastics, and the work was partnered so of course it was an accident.
i was just the only one that knew that, and nobody would believe the black kid anyway.
so yes, i do have a mild - perhaps more than mild - hatred towards her. she thinks that she runs the school because her dad's the principal, and she's on top of the entire pyramid.
technically that's true, but i'll never get to the point of admitting it.
so when she told me that andre and i had to tell everyone we were a couple, act like a couple, and basically be a couple, i couldn't say no. that would simply be a one way ticket to hell, and though i'm most likely heading their anyway, i'd rather postpone the journey for as long as i possibly can.
i just can't get jade out of my mind, and the longing heartbreak that painted her face as i brushed past her today, my hand intertwined with andre's.
fucking andre. fucking lauren. fucking jade. hah, i wish.
leigh x
