My Bad Boy's Diary

~Four~ bully

"Oh my God, did you see those two going at it on the front steps? Right in broad daylight! No shame!" My best girlfriend Samoane emoted.

I smiled at her weakly over my chocolate milk box.

My other best girlfriend, Kensi, sat to my right and she chuckled, rolling her crystalline blue eyes. "Yeah, they're super gross. But I wanna talk about the fall formal! We have got to go dress shopping soon, guys, or the dresses I can afford will all be gone!"

I nodded along absently, but I was currently elsewhere in my head.

I was dying to tell them I had Dalton's diary, but I also kind of enjoyed having this secret to myself, if only for a short time. Only George knew, and he wasn't a girl or a teenager, and just didn't really understand.

I desperately needed to tell a girl some of the stuff I had found out; I felt almost as if some of my innocence had been taken away.

But I had known what I was getting into the moment I had decided to read past the opening page, hadn't I? It was even stamped with a clear warning in bold red ink.

'If you read this

You will die.'

Well, I wasn't dead yet, I pointed out to myself logically.

Just then a commotion could be heard down the hall; coming from the school courtyard.

Shouts of "Fight! Fight! Fight!" were soon heard and all three of us simultaneously leapt up to go investigate.

My heart was positively palpitating. I thought I had a feeling just what had happened.

Someone had finally noticed their journal was missing.

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Sure enough, when we arrived in the courtyard and had fought our way through the throng of bloodthirsty teens, it was to find Dalton on top of some poor kid, punching the living daylights out of him.

"You took it, I know it was you, you little creep! That's why you were smirking at me earlier!" Dalton was raging at the boy he had pinned beneath him.

I gasped when I saw who it was. "Matheson!"

Without thinking about it, I darted forward before Samoane or Kensi could grab my arm to stop me.

I rushed up to Dalton's side and shoved his shoulder, which was packed with muscles. He lifted weights in his room a lot, not that I creepily watched him from my bedroom window or anything.

He also had a punching bag in the garage he really enjoyed using to get out some of that unending aggression he had.

Dalton spun towards me, fist raised at being touched.

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Oh noes! :P LOL Whatever will happen next? Read the next chapter to find out...

HRH