My Bad Boy's Diary

~Three~ the bad boy

We were running late, so our mom drove us to school that day. We dropped off my little sister, Tabitha, at the middle school and then Georgie at his private school.

Then my mom basically did a drive-by of the high school. If it wouldn't have been frowned upon by the other parents, she would have had me do a tuck-and-roll out the door. My mom worries a lot about money so her job is important to her.

I waved as she zoomed off, then sighed heavily and faced my own personal little hellhole.

Heathecliff High.

And there, right on the steps of the building, just to make my life a little bit worse, were the two people I was hoping most not to see.

And they were making out hardcore.

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"Hold it together, Brooklyn, hold it together, hold it together. You can do this. He doesn't know you have it." I whispered to myself.

"Dude, you gotta stop talkin' to yourself." My best friend, Matheson, appeared at my side and startled me half to death.

I let out a squeak and jumped about a foot in the air.

The sound got the kissing couple to break apart, and Dalton looked down the steps, right at me.

Those big brown eyes pierced into me and I would have bolted from the spot if my feet hadn't gone curiously numb right then.

The blonde that he'd been kissing turned her head and sneered down at Matheson and I. "Oh, look, babe, we have an audience."

Dalton smirked at me and I did a stoic job of ignoring him, glaring up at my arch nemesis.

Carmella.

It seemed like the ultimate cruel joke that the universe could play on me. A couple weeks ago, I'd heard a rumor that Carmella and Dalton were hooking up, but I hadn't wanted to believe it.

Then I had seen it for myself...

And it had been going on like this steady for the past few weeks.

It was a special kind of torture. The two people who tormented me the most were now up for Power Couple of the Year.

I could barely stomach coming to school anymore.

Taking a deep breath, I prepared to pass them on the stairs.

"Don't flatter yourself, Carmella." I muttered as I passed her, giving her a significant berth.

"Yeah, don't you know she was starin' at me?" Dalton chuckled, and I flushed to the roots of my curly brown hair, I could feel it.

I hurried on into the school, heart hammering.

I joined my other friends in the hallway and the day oozed by in its usual boorish fashion.

But inside, my mind was churning.

The things I had read in Dalton's journal...

It had been pretty tough to take.

A lot of it was just a long catalog of hookups. No names were used, but the descriptions were...vivid.

I had almost stopped reading, I was so sickened, but then I had discovered something truly juicy.

As it turned out, Dalton Patricelli wasn't just a first rate sleaze-ball, but also a second rate criminal. He was blackmailing quite a few people, in fact, and confessed to numerous other crimes, as well, including theft, breaking and entering, assault and battery, credit card fraud, illegal gambling, drug running, and of committing statutory, which sadly the whole school already pretty much knew about.

Anyhoo, it was some stiff stuff I now had on him. Not to mention what I now knew about other people. Like how the principal was having an affair with a senior. No wonder Dalton always managed to get away with so much.

If half this stuff got out...it would tear the whole community apart. It really depressed me to know how many people were cheating on each other, to be honest.

I had this sour feeling in my stomach all day as I watched couples kissing whom I now knew to be wildly unfaithful to each other.

People I used to kind of envy, truth be told, I now knew to be utter shams.

What a naïve fool I had been this whole time, looking up to these spineless idiots.

And Dalton was the absolute worst of them all.

Possibly quite literally the Devil Incarnate.

I'd never forget the prank he had pulled on me back in middle school school. It had not only ruined my first school dance, but it had put me in the hospital overnight and in a cast with crutches for six months.

There was no mention of that in his journal; too far back, I suppose. No mention of the 'cute girl next door' at all, in fact, not that I was exactly surprised.

He'd flirt with me if I was in his line of his sight, it was just an automatic response to seeing a girl for him, but I wasn't really on his radar.

I was just lucky for that, I told myself, I wasn't sure if I'd survive another one of his pranks.

There was one entry that had caught my attention that didn't involve extortion; on a night where he and his father had clearly fought.

I remembered that night, the cops had shown up at the house to break it up.

In his diary, he was obviously very upset; ranting and not making much sense, barely finishing his sentences. His handwriting was all over the place and some of the pages had suffered small singe marks from his cigarettes and blotchy spots from where he must have spilled his booze on it, perhaps mixed with a few tears.

The only emotion expressed was anger, but it was, in fact, an emotion, not just another smug record of some conquest or another.

Somewhere deep inside of Dalton Patricelli, was a little boy who was in a lot of pain.

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