The Diary that Held More Info than a NAIA (Armed) Chip

Later

Zick would probably have an allergy fit if he read this. I'm not kidding. But, just to be careful, for a few knickknacks from downtown, I've given those to a respected Gingi somewhere in western Suspended City and in return she sealed my diary against fire-breathing monsters and spells. That ay it won't ever be destroyed. Oh, and I bought a padlock, too. I sneaked some money out of Violet's recess money. She said she didn't mind.

I know you don't feel this way, Zick, and I'm sure you'll find this way weird: I know wish that we'd never met. Then we'd never have become best friends and then after two years of being only and only friends, I wouldn't have thought you were cute and I wouldn't stay awake all night trying not to dream that we were standing in an alley tongue wrestling. Anyway.

Being fourteen is tough. Just a few months back, my bust started sticking out and Zick turned red every time he talked to me or happened to glance my way. Finally I figured it out and bout a bra. Okay, nothing bad in buying a bra, you think, but then I ran into Zick at the check out counter. We just averted eyes and rushed separate ways.

My teacher last year, Mrs. Kravitz, made Zick sit behind me. His face looked like tomato sauce when Arnold Weltman, who sat next to Zick, reached out snapped my bra strap. Zick was game to punch the guy when he came to his senses but I'd already gotten first shot and bloodied Weltman's nose. We never discussed it again.

I've only seen Zick's stuff twice. Once was when my cat, Purcy, jumped on him and clawed his butt (which looks very good now in oxfords). I saw light blue shorts. I tried not to laugh, then.

Another time was in the auditorium. I leaned over and hissed, "London!" he looked at me like I had strawberries coming out of my nose. I rolled my eye and buzzed like a fly. He sneezed then.

I've only seen Zick in places I shouldn't have once. He'd just finished gym. Let me let you know that he has a fairly proportioned and very nice body. Not too muscular, not too bony. His hands are nice, too. Especially the fingers. I try not to imagine them curling around behind my neck.

So anyway, I was behind an open door, throwing my pencil shavings in the trash. At the end of the hallway was the boy's locker room. Zick had gone out for a sec to get some water on a bench outside.

Teddy yelled from inside the locker room and Zick twisted around to holler back. His towel slipped a little, and I saw his leg. It looked so smooth and soft and graceful. It's weird, but I sorta got a crush on that leg. E. he didn't see, as I'd crouched down behind the door, and I scrunched my eyes shut to stop looking at the long expanse of inviting flesh…so anyway, he went back inside, and I made my escape.