Diary of a Falafel Lord

Monday

Alex is pissed off. As in, majorly pissed off.
At breakfast, every day I to go and sit beside her but she broke her plate over my head and left. She's sitting with Gunhilde - a sure sign that she's mad, she'd never be with Gunhilde if she wasn't mad - and I could see her badmouthing me. My terrifying dragon has a serious stink eye. No. I guess...my ex?
Shit.
My heart's not really in it, at the moment. I cant eat falafel and I keep bursting into tears. Falafel. No. Falafel. We were in dragon-fighting class and I had to step out because I was crying so much. Alex isn't doing so great either, Mallory told me that she's mostly making pottery and smashing it and crying, I can't blame her. I can't look TJ in the eye, and he's keeping clear of me. He came up to me earlier, and tried to apologise. I told him to eat shit.
I shouldn't have. None of my friends are talking to me, even Gunhilde and Charlie are taking Alex's side. Jack's not even looking at me, but that's partly because of the whole debacle with the slavery thing.
And I know that it's all my fault. I should have explained to TJ about the dare book, he doesn't have wattpad, and I should have pulled away instantly. I can't even explain what happened, because Alex isn't talking to me.

And it's the most I can do to not cry.