My Bad Boy's Diary

~Eighteen~ what are friends for?

Pic: How I kinda picture Kensi and Samoane

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I was more confused than ever as I left school. I kept waiting for Carmella to make her move on me, but nothing out of the ordinary had happened in that respect and the absence of sabotage was starting to make me uneasy.

Maybe that was the point; I never knew when she was going to strike.

I hastily checked my locker and this time I had Kensi and Samoane with me to watch my back. No more surprise visitors.

"So who've you been feverishly texting, huh? Is that Dalton?" Kensi teased.

My startled, guilty expression gave me away and my two best girls gasped.

"Seriously?! He texts?!"

I bit the inside of my lip to keep from smiling. "He does text." I confirmed somberly.

"Oh my God! What does he say to you?!" Samoane wanted to know in a stage whisper. She glanced around to make sure he wasn't around, but Dalton always skipped out of school early to go smoke with his buddies.

"Does he, like, sext you?! Tell us everything!"

I blushed. "Eewww, no, we're just talking about the dance. And now he's coming over for dinner. My parents are insisting! It's so annoying."

I was met with two equally godsmacked faces.

I sighed. "It's no big deal."

"No big deal?!" Kensi looked like I had just uttered a truly distasteful blasphemy.

"Dude, this is Dalton freaking Patricelli we're talking about here! He doesn't do family dinners!"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. They were so not helping how freaked out I already was about it.

"Dude, Matheson is gonna freak out." Samoane said, her good cheer slipping away as she remembered the fourth member of our little posse. "He's already pretty upset about that kiss Dalton planted on you the other day. Have you talked to him recently? I feel like he's been avoiding us."

I had been so caught up with everything that had been going on lately that I had forgotten to be a good friend.

Poor Matheson, he deserved better than me.

"I should call him." I murmured. "If he's heard about Dalton and I going to the dance..."

Kensi shrugged. "Dude, I love Matheson, too, but he never goes to these dances and, like, you have been waiting for this moment for literally years! Forget Matheson freaking out, think about how Carmella is gonna freak out! Especially when she sees you in that red dress."

"Kens, how can you be so cold?" Samoane asked, adjusting her purple sweater as if trying to shake off the moral insult of Kensi's attitude.

Kensi just rolled her eyes. She always wore really pretty pink and blue eyeshadow around her sky-blue eyes. "Samoane, think about it! Dalton and Carmella have tortured all of us for so long. This is finally our chance to fuck with them back! Matheson will be stoked when he finds out! Have you told Matheson about the journal yet?"

"Ssshhhh!" I looked around with wild eyes. "We call it the raccoon!"

"Huh?"

"Never mind, let's just not talk about this here, okay? I gotta get home."