Diary Of A Tomboy

Chapter 4

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Before The First Date
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Bennett Blake was crazy. He was charming with his green eyes and black short hair. He's my senior in high school.

He Was My senior. Now he's just a dead person.

I first met him in the park one Saturday evening when I was scribbling in my diary like always. I was reckless, I climbed the park trees secretly and lean on the thick ranches above, writing and writing.

"Having Fun?" My fingers twitch I as hear a familiar voice. turning my head downwards, the same senior from high school was laying on the tree. I give him a cold look and turn away, who is he anyway for me to answer him.

"Mind lending me that apple beside you?" He continues. He knows I'm not interested in talking, Everyone Knew. I carelessly turn my head to see a small yellow apple sprinkled with light brown freckles hanging from the branch. I violently grab it before pulling it out.

"Easy there, Why so mean?" He takes a bite.

"Go away" I continue to write without even glancing at him.

"How about I make you regret rejecting me?" The corner of his mouth raises upwards to make a smile as he waits for my answer. I take a questioned look at him, no one would really care about what I would say. Remembering about the past, I go back to writing.

"Try, but you'll lose it on me" I reply to his offer. "What are you gonna do anyway?" I continue. He stifles a laugh at my hidden curiosity.

"I'll take you to some cute store and buy you a new diary, good? You've been writing in that diary more than I write homework's" he offers. I stop from writing, he was right, i wrote too much.

"What do you mean by cute store? I hate cute stuff" I shake my head. That's when his contagious laughter started, his laughter was loud but not annoying. it was youthful, Just like his personality.
He gestures to his left. I follow his gaze until my eyes hit the same black car he brought on the first date. Which teenager owned a Benz car?

"So you hate yourself too? How about this, I'll take you to a more serious place rather than the cute ones" he grins.

"I don't go out with anyone" I finally close my old diary.

"Bennett Blake, Your honor" he raises an eyebrow playfully.

He was right. He made me regret my reject. The loud chuckles we made were still echoing at the back of my head. We would just sit on the old swinging benches at the park eating our salty crackers then making fun of everyone and whenever they said anything, we would make faces at them.
Bennett was closer to me than my friends -My fake friends-, we would share everything about each other and curse whoever we remembered.
He did tell me about Bella, about how strict she was with cleanliness. But I never knew how obnoxious she could be.

"Just pick one, it's on me" he tells me. My eyes hit a black notebook with golden stripes decorating the edges alongside a gold lock attached to it. On it had a empty name tag in which you had fill out your name.

"I want this" I stare at the notebook. He glances at the saleswoman and gestures to the diary.

That was how I got my very new diary. The old one was with me ever since I went to junior high. And the new one was the one who made me see Bennett laying dead.

His mom kept calling for him to come home for dinner. He drove me home then left. I thought I had a crush on him.

I wrote all day and all night about Bennett, because it was him who gifted me this. This diary in fact belonged to him.
After that day, we exchanged numbers and that's how I was addicted to texting him everyday. He was the only one who believed in me and had fun with me no matter how much my mood can change.

He was the Moon. and I was one of the many stars that shone behind him.