I was actually excited that day. It was my turn to present the book report for the English class. I actually had a knack for babbling about books so I was hoping it would go well. Also...There was the teeny tiny ray of hope to impress Mathew. Show him that I was...I don't know...A girl worthy of him perhaps? Yes it was a stupid thought because I shouldn't have to prove my worth to anyone but I was blind when it came to Mathew.
I was rereading the book report just before he came to me. Actually sat on the chair next to mine. I remember my hand shaking slightly and that my throat felt incredibly dry when I asked what he wanted. He simply slid my diary towards me.
"Just what is this?"
My stomach turned to ice. "How...How..."
"Explain to me why this was on my table." He said coldly. I couldn't bear to meet his eyes. They were so...so full of hate.
"I don't know." I said. "I never..." My heart sank at the thought of him reading all the things I had written.
"You never intended me to see your precious little love poem? You didn't leave it on my desk purposefully? Wasn't that a declaration of love?"
"I never take my diary out of my bag at school!" I said. "I don't..."
"Don't you pretend!" He got up. By this time half the class had gathered around to listen. "You are a disgusting sly..." 559Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGW3YoKwkp9
"Mathew please..."
"At least admit what you did!" He sneered. "And have the basic decency to apologize..."
"I'm sorry Mathew...I..." Tears were streaming down my cheeks. "I..."
"How dare you think that way about me? What makes you think I will like you? " He laughed unkindly and stepped back from me. "Who would even like you? Freak! Clingy obsessed freak! If you're that desperate for someone to love you... Choose someone other than me for god's sake!"
He started to walk away but then turned back. "What kind of a girl are you!" He spat at me before going out of the door.559Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJT41Tsu6AF
I...I just rested my head on my desk and wept. I could hear everyone laughing...Reading that poem...making fun of it and everything else I had written. Stamping all over my broken heart and laughing...
It was literally the worst day of my entire life.
And I still didn't know who took my diary and left it on Mathew's desk because it certainly wasn't me.
To be continued...
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