The diary of Kyle Preston

You are a troubled kid Kyle Preston

"Kyle Preston, I noticed you were following me, would you wish to have a word with me?" The crazy chick says turning around to face me. Who the hell talks like that?

"Listen, I know you are secretly in love with me, but that doesn't mean you can just freakishly stare at my face or follow me around in school. What would your daddy say if he found out his beloved daughter is messing around with the schools infamous Kyle Preston?" She just blinked at me, no emotion whatsoever, clutching her books tightly to her chest.

"I think you misunderstood my actions Kyle Preston, I am certainly not in love with you in anyway. My grandfather, James Boldwinman said you were one of his client. I was curious about you, so I read your medical history without my grandpa's consent. I sincerely apologize about that, once he found out I knew about you. He asked me to "take care of you" in anyway I can. The only thing I could do to help you was watch your actions, and apologize to the students you did wrong on your behalf so you wouldn't get reported." 

"Do you expect me to thank you? Because I won't be--"

"No, Kyle Preston, I don't expect anything from you. I only want to help you as much as I can." Unusually, I didn't really mind her girly high pitched voice, I was too amazed by her words to throw any insults at her.

"Don't butt into my business and take care of yourself little girl, I don't need your help. " a car honked from my side, Asher was here to pick me up. As I was about to walk away she said something nobody dared to say to my face.

"You are a troubled kid Kyle Preston. I will continue to help you out as much as I can" I watched her walk away to the other side of the road and get into a red MBW. For reasons I cannot state, for the first time, I was not angry, I felt thankful in a way that a complete stranger wanted to help me out. I knew deep inside, I desperately need that help.

I guess I was in denial.