My Bad Boy's Diary

~Fifteen~ the ugly truth

Here's where things get kicked up a notch, folks.

I just want to remind everyone that while this is supposed to read like a YA novel, it's really for adults.

*This chapter contains course language, aggressive sexual suggestions, and may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

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Dalton wasn't one to be the butt of someone else's joke.

He was territorial and temperamental and he accepted these things about himself without any desire to change the way he was; an animal.

Anyone who didn't admit their true nature was just a liar, in his opinion.

He had expected to be murderously enraged when he found out that his journal had been taken by none other than the school virgin.

His own little girl next door.

Dalton had to admit, he'd taken her for granted these last couple years. She just hadn't caught his attention and she hadn't seemed open to any of his usual advances.

She was like a little sister to him in a lot of ways and he just didn't think of her like that.

But seeing her the other day...he couldn't put his finger on it, it wasn't just the new clothes or whatever the fuck she had done to tame that crazy hair of hers, but it was something in her energy. The way she moved and looked at him, right in the eyes...

He'd never experienced anything like it, not with anyone.

It was like she was more alive than anyone else.

How had he failed to notice before?

How fucking gorgeous Brooklyn Rosa Martins was becoming?

And if he had just noticed, soon others would be noticing, too.

They had a late bloomer among them.

The more he thought about her, the more feverish he became.

She was a hot ticket item because she was untrod snow.

A hot virgin was always something that plenty of guys would go to bat for.

Dalton no longer had his journal and so couldn't consult it to make sure, but he was pretty certain that he had never had a virgin before.

Maybe she would be his first, too.

He chuckled at his own wit and swilled back some whiskey straight from the bottle. Why not, right? It was Wednesday and his dad hadn't been home since last Monday.

Dalton flopped onto their one shitty couch and decided to start a new journal, one dedicated to his favorite little blackmailer.

He wrote the date then gnawed on the end of the pen for a few minutes as he thought. He lit up a cigarette, smoking belligerently inside even though all the windows were closed.

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Nov. 16th 2015

'Dear Brooklyn,

I figured I might as well write this to you, in case you steal this journal next. I hope you enjoyed the other one. Maybe in this one, you can read about the sex that you and I will be having.

I can't wait to take your virginity.

I wonder if you truly grasp what I'm going to do to you.

But if you don't...

Fuck It.

Dalton took a long drag of his cigarette as he read over what he'd written, immensely pleased with himself. Then he finished the bottle, wrote and smoked some more until he passed out.

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Dear Brooklyn,

I saw you today, from the back, and I was like, damn girl, that ass is looking tight.

Then I looked up and I saw your face.

I don't think I've ever wanted to paint anyone's face before. Ugh, I'm so gonna regret writing this when I'm sober.

Wonder if I have any white out...

But yeah, there you were. So fucking pretty. You're stupid pretty, you know that? Like, sometimes it makes me mad, and I'm not sure why.

I think maybe it was just a trick of the light, because you looked too pretty to be on this hellhole of a planet with the rest of us poor fuckers.

I remember how much I wanted to punch everyone there just for talking to you.

You were making them all laugh and your hair smells really nice, by the way. What do you use, dude, because I could wash my whole body in that shit.

So, as you know, I walked up behind you and smacked your ass pretty good and hard.

You liked it.

But you got all mad, of course, and pretended you didn't like it. HA!

I KNOW, BY THE WAY, I KNOW YOUR TERRIBLE SECRET BROOKLYN MARTINs. YOU LOVE ME AND YOU WANT TO HAVE ALL BILLIONS OF MY BABIES, YOU FREAK! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Oh man, that is too good. I hope you find this someday, bitch, HA!

Ya so like I spanked your ass good, then I like kissed you and bent you back and everything to piss everyone off just like you wanted and I bet you'll write in your stupid little pink diary all about it.

'Oh! Dear Diary, he kissed me! He really kissed me!'

But it was pretty good, cause I'm a great kisser, as you know.

And when I was done kissing you stupid and stood you back up, C was practically crying and M looked like he wanted to shoot my dick off and you fucking slapped me.

You know, you're violent!

You act all saintly, like you're this fucking angel or something, but you have a nasty temper. You know how many times you have slapped me, girl?

Here, here, I should really keep a record.

Slaps: 7

Kicks (to groin) 9

Kicks to other parts of the body: 35

Punches: 11

Scratches/bites: 23

Ripped clothing items: 3

So after you slapped me like a movie star or something you stormed off, which kind of ruins the whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing, by the way.

Idiot.

I'm so drunk!

Goodnight bitch, bet you'll dream of me. Ha! I wont!

Fuck YOU!

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Dalton really can be a cruel jackass, eh? But I hope ya'll see the beauty and promise in him, like Brooklyn and I do! Ahahahaa!

Happy reading, Minions!

HRH