The Diary Swap | ✓

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: maybe I was wrong

Dear diary,

I need a moment to process what Ash did to me today. I'm probably going to have a really big goofy smile on my face when I write about it- oh wait, it's already plastered on my face. are you ready diary? if only you were like a overly excited best friend whom I was about to tell a really exciting story to, but sadly you're just a book. but hey, I'm still writing it! I feel really awkward now because I'm having a "conversation" or some sort with my diary.

okay so, Ash kissed me! it was on the cheek, but he kissed me! it was amazing, like a million butterfly's wings were brushing the inside of my stomach, making it feel all tingly and weird. and my heart was exploding like the 4th of July fireworks! it was a nice feeling of course, but it was new it me. definitely.

and I realised I do have a crush on Ash. a really, really big crush. he's just so... ugh, I don't know. I don't have words to describe him. but be sure that it's everything positive in the dictionary.

-Cassie

I smiled in satisfaction at what I wrote and put my diary and pen on the bed side table. Shifting under my blanket, I switched the lamp off and let sleep take over me.

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"good morning momzies!" I greeted.

"momzies? really Cas?" mom raised her eyebrows.

"whatever," I yawned, then stretched.

"waffles?"

"you bet," I grinned.

She handed me a plate with two prices of waffles and some maple syrup with some berries on top. Well, this was nice. I have no idea where mom had been to the last few days, I never saw her at home, or maybe when she was home I was out, but I felt like I haven't seen her much. I watched as she stirred up some waffles for herself. She looked tired. Her eye bags could be seen clearly, and her eyes were wrinkled. I didn't know why she was so tired, but if she want to tell me, she would've told me. So maybe I should give her the time, and space, to prepare herself to tell me whenever. If she has nothing to tell me, and is just tired, then sure, it's fine, but she would definitely have curfews and bed times from me.

After finishing my breakfast, I grabbed my bags and books, then left the house. I swung the keys in my in few finger until I reached my Ford.

Turning the stereo on, Dead Walker Texas Ranger by Sleeping With Sirens blasted through the car, making me jump. It scared me for a second. I chuckled at my silliness and started the car, driving to school.

I made sure to lower down the volume when I was nearing school. I groaned as the song If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn played and sighed. I love that song, but since I was reaching school, I had to stop it. I switched to my earphones and continued listening to If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn. I nodded my head lightly to the best and continued walking to my locker.

Someone slammed on the locker beside me but I didn't hear it, mostly because my music played too loud, but I felt the movement vibrate through the lockers, and of course I felt it on mine.

I furrowed my eyebrows and turned to look. I was pretty sure by this time, my eyes were bigger than you could ever imagine. This guy, whose name was Nathan something, and who was also a jock, had a bloody nose and a cut on his lip. I looked at the culprit and when I thought my eyes couldn't go any bigger, it did. I stared at Ash in horror. He had a bruised cheek, and a cut on his lip. He must have noticed that I was looking at him as his facial expression softened. I didn't like fights, I never liked them. When I was younger, mom and dad had this really big fight, he actually slapped her. They never had fights, even if they did, they would never resolve to violence. A few days after that, they were fine. Probably just a misunderstanding. Mom never told me, and it's not like I can ask dad what had happened, because to ask him that, he actually had to be on earth.