Life Of Bayla

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DATE: October 29th, 2014.
TIME: 11:47pm
Dear diary,
                Nowadays, the only thing I can think of is Gaspard Bastien.
                I think of his shiny his emerald green eyes that makes him look almost unreal. I think of his perfect lips, his beautiful smile.
           Literally everything I think of- even the smallest of things like a dirty green t-shirt or just glancing through my French textbook- zeroes down to Gaspard.
          But then again, Cullen's also been occupying my thoughts. Ever since that day at the beach, I just couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't stop thinking about how pink and full his lips were and how curly his long, brown hair was.
          I think I'm going through some sort of boy-quandary: a state in which I like two boys and don't know whom I have more feelings for.
            Anyway, it's not like they're gonna like me back if they find out. Pfttt, that's if they like ever find out.
            I doubt anyone's gonna read this diary.
Till next time,
Love,
Bay.

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Walking through the school hallway with my fingers looped around the clutch of my backpack felt like treading into the lion's den, afraid of waking it up.

Okay, wrong analogy here. Forget I said anything!

So it's been exactly two days since I crossed paths with Rania at the hospital when she visited my brother. That day, Cullen dragged her out of there, not letting her get to see my brother in the end and now... I'm shit scared.

What if she wants to get back at me? This serves as a perfect reason. She can't pass it up.I mean, if we were to flash back to a few weeks ago then we'd remember how on a similar morning like this with me just walking towards my locker, Rania pushed me to the ground and slammed my head so hard, I passed out. She also had the guts to lie to her brother and Gaspard about the whole thing.

I think I have every right to be afraid right now. Who says something similar can't happen?

"Bayla" Someone called out. "Wait up, Bayla".

I stopped dead in my tracks on hearing the voice. A chill ran down my spine and tight knots slowly began to coil in my stomach.

Slowly, I looked back at Rania. All the colour seemed to have drained from my face.

"Hi", she greeted. I gulped.

I casually glanced around so she wouldn't notice that I was scanning the halls for students who would most likely come to my rescue just in case she tried anything.

People were still in the halls. Good.

She placed her hand on my shoulder and I squirmed. Shit! She frowned at that, but quickly her features brightened up.

"I wanted to ask how your brother was", she said and then took on a sympathetic look. "How're you holding up?"

Huh?

It took some time to make up a coherent reply. "H-H-He's g-good." I cleared my throat. "Actually he's great. He's healing up nicely even though his arm's in a cast now. I'm holding up fine...I guess?"

What if this was a trap? What if she had some tricks up her sleeve? What if she was trying to get me lax so I wouldn't be at alert when next she struck?

She sighed. "I understand it must be hard for you and your whole family. I hope you'll be able to pull through and I hope Aaron gets better". She adjusted the cute little handbag on her shoulder and side-hugged me. I went stiff till she pulled out of the embrace. "Bayla, I know we're not the best of friends but at least with baby steps, we can try".