Angel's Diary

Chapter 27: May 1, 2015

It has officially been a week since I last talked to Logan.

It was very frustrating having people whisper every time you pass by. Some people have asked me if I and Logan have broken up and I keep on telling them we haven't. even though it looks like we are because I have been completely ignoring him.

High school, I swear it's like the smaller yet more intimate version of Hollywood. so many rumors and gossip about people. and everyone's watching your every move, especially if you're considered 'popular' which I find quite weird and ridiculous that people had the decency to label people whether they were important or not. We kept on telling people to not like 'worship' us and that we were just like them but nothing. they found it 'humbling'. It was so stressful that we just let them be. I just wished that they did the same and did not bother me to just ask a stupid question. If this is what it feels like being a celebrity then count me out.

I have been communicating with my friends through texting but I chose to ignore all of them throughout the week. I just needed some time to think about things. Call me shallow but I don't care. I was hurt that they kept something big like that from me. I mean, there was a huge chance that my boyfriend will be moving to Europe with me being left behind here in Canada. I mean, when did they plan on telling me this? when it's graduation or the day that Logan was supposed to be on an airplane to go to a whole other bloody continent?

"You won't get the answers to those questions if you keep on hiding in this room and ignoring them." a voice said. I faced the person who was at the door of my room. I went straight home once the final bell rang. I didn't want to run into any of my friends and Logan. I didn't even bother to put my English book back into my locker. All I did when I got back home was just sit in my room in silence.

"I know that Dad," I said, sighing and looking down on my fidgeting hands. I heard him laugh and walked towards me. He sat beside me "You wanna tell me why you're so hurt by your friends and boyfriend?" he asked, nudging me by the shoulder. I scratched the back of my neck, remembering that Logan does it when he's nervous. Looks like I've been adapting his mannerisms.

"Well, I found out last week that Logan had two scholarship offers from two different universities" I started. Dad looked at me surprised and impressed. "Really? that's great!" he said with me agreeing by nodding. "It is. Except one is in Europe" I added. "Oh," Dad said, catching up on why I was upset. "And let me guess, he's considering going to the university a thousand miles from here," he stated. I exhaled and faced my father.

"Turns out he got the offer back when we did the talent show. And all my friends kept it from me. All of them knew for two months." I said then laid down on my bed, groaning. "I just don't understand why they would keep such a thing" I muttered, looking straight at my ceiling. "Well, maybe they didn't know how to tell you," Dad suggested, twisting his body, so he would be seeing me.

"It's just, I'm just scared, you know? I know that the time will come for us to go our separate ways, but I didn't expect it to be that far" I confessed to my father.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I like that guy for you. and if I had the chance to choose a boy for you to end up with forever, it would be him. I see how much he loves you, dear." he said, patting me on the knee. I smiled at him and sat up.

"You think I should talk to him?" I asked, receiving a nod from him. "At least give him a chance. I mean you did pull a Cinderella on him. Except for the prince already knows who you are. And you're the girlfriend of the prince" I laughed at my dad's statement and shook my head, looking down. I kinda feel bad for what I did. I should've just listened to him explain. Maybe I was overreacting a little.

"Honey, you are overreacting" I heard my dad cut off my thoughts. I looked up with wide eyes. "Did I say that out loud?" I asked him. He nodded with a sly smirk on his lips. "That's the sixth time this week" I groaned then rubbed my forehead in frustration.