I looked up from the black notebook, chuckling to myself. In a singsong voice I say, "I know who wrote you."

Smirking, I closed the book and placed it in my backpack, knowing things would get interesting.

I waited for my blond beau in the lunchroom.

I know I'm lucky, not only am I gorgeous, but I have a hot boyfriend, my parents are well off, there's nothing else I could ask for.

But Len had other things in mind.

I knew that since we weren't in the same class, our time together was limited during school. So while I was off learning, my oh-so-irresistibly-hot boyfriend is spending time passing notes to some blonde-haired, blue-eyed skank. Why were they even passing notes anyway? Didn't she have stuff to learn too? After all, this is school. Or does she already know the lessons, meaning she's smarter than me.

I knew this boyfriend stealer was funnier than me. Len kept some of the notes and when he reread them, he would laugh and giggle and chuckle. I knew it was what the girl wrote because I'd read over his shoulder, and he'd put a finger underneath the line he was reading at it was always under the more feminine writing when he laughed. During this over-the-shoulder reading, I found he had addressed her as "Rin".

I absolutely hated this Rin, and I had to destroy her, little did she know, she provided the ammo for her demise.

When Len finally walked into the lunchroom, I shot up and practically ran over to him.

Smiling, I say, "Hey, you."

Without emotion, Len responds, "Hey."

"How are your classes?" I ask, wanting to continue to talk to him, to reestablish the connection that we had had earlier in our relationship.

I saw something flicker through his eyes, a small smile quickly tugging at his lips before disappearing into the mass of emotionlessness, "Class was good."

"That's good," I tried to put on a smile, but I have a feeling it looks like I'm getting tortured.

Len hums, "mm."

I knew then, right then, that I had to show Len what Rin had written.

I had scanned the page and printed an extra copy at my house.

I arrived at school, searching for Len.

I spotted his high, tight ponytail and ran over, "Len!" I called out when I reached him.

"Oh, hey Miku," he greeted me with a small smile and a peck on the cheek.

I held out a folded piece of paper, "Here, for you," I tell him, trying not to reveal anything in my voice.

Len took the note, "Thanks, I'll read it later."

I wave, "I gotta get to class," I walk off, when I was a good distance away, I smirk, I hope Len enjoys Rin's diary entry.