*Author's Note- If I get good reviews, I will make the next chapter. This one isn't very …captivating. Just something to cure my boredom. So if you want the ending, as much as I hate to ask for reviews, they are required for me to continue. Love y'all for reading though!***
"It wasn't obvious. My constant chasing of the girls, their irrefutable refuses, and my attempt at another go. Had anyone known, they'd be surprised, that this was all just a…a ploy. It's not that I don't think those girls are as hot as hell, they are, but I wouldn't consciously try and get turned down every day. They're argument is that "I'm too weird." Or "My hair is too pointy." But they don't know, they could never know. Not even Yumi, Ulrich, Jermey, or even the ever understanding Aelita."
I finished the writing in my journal for the night, and hid it in the drawer right above Kiwi. The squeaking of the drawer would wake my beloved dog, and he could alert me, in a strange barking sequence that I could only understand if the person somehow walked in my room, of who took it. It has my most terrible secrets, the depression, the cutting, the admitting of the outer façade I put on for everyone. And the most terrible one-
Ulrich walked into our room in a sudden rush of body odor and faint cologne, meaning he just finished another mandated late night soccer practice. I rushed over to the bed I claimed and plopped on it, hoping to death he didn't me hiding my secrets.
"Hey Odd!" he exclaimed breathlessly. I took my laptop and logged onto Facebook, checking any notifications.
"Hey Ulrich, have a good practice?"
"Yeah, I guess. Yumi was there, her team scrimmaged with us." It always came back to her. Yumi this, "I love her" that. It wasn't love, it was just…obsessive.
"Sounds like…fun" I said sarcastically, but he didn't catch it.
"Yeah, it is" He spoke flatly, obviously distracted. "I'm gonna go get a shower, kay?"
"Have fun!" He grabbed a towel and left, so after a few seconds of making sure he was gone, I stood and retrieved my journal to continue writing.
"It can be too much sometimes. Seeing the person I'm in love with everyday, the person not having a clue on what I think of when I see them. Fantasies invading my brain of us together, without criticism and heartbreak. I can't admit it to anyone though. It's embarrassing, horribly." I spoke the next sentence I was to write out loud.
"I'm in love with Ulrich."