First of a double update! Commentary will be at the top of the next chapter c:
12/13
Dear Diary,
Today I had to go see him. It was by far, and I say this entirely in sarcasm, the highlight of my abnormally drab week.
He smiled at me in that way of his, like we were friends, and he had instigated the friendship. All high and mighty, unwary of the fact that he had five maids at his sides, waiting to do whatever he told them. I had none.
He asked me how school had been for me so far. In his own words 'how is that public school of yours? I couldn't imagine going to one, a public school. Are the kids there really bad?" He asked me with a concerned voice, like he was frightened for my well being in such a place. Don't make me laugh.
I politely told him it was fine, and I didn't even have to go into detail because he was already running his lips. After a while his words began to bounce off of me, because I just did not care enough to listen. He talks like he's some kind of narrator, dictating the storyboard of his own life, and what he lacked in vocabulary he made up in with colorful characterization of the people around him. It was both intriguing and weird to listen to.
When I asked him why he spoke like that, he looked at me like I had two heads. He asked me what I meant and I stupidity gestured to him, telling him to just look at his posture. He was talking like he was an author giving an excerpt of his book! He didn't seem to understand but at the mention of an author he confessed in a guilty tone that he had recently acquired a love for literature. It wasn't something I suspected from the high class runt but it didn't particularly interest me, so I quickly changed the subject.
I asked him what his friends were like, under the assumption that he maybe had one or two. Not that I cared because anyone who would want to hang out with such an arrogant fool was not worth a second glance. How mother tolerated his presence I could not figure.
He told me that he had a small group of very close friends at school, but there was one person in particular he liked best. They didn't go to her school. He said she was a girl (note, not a girlfriend, just a girl) and that she was sweet and kind. He sort of blushed when he said it which made me have to keep back a smirk. It amused me that the dildo could even get a girl to like him, much less be his friend.
And than he did something that surprised me. He told me that, one day, he would make sure I got to see his house. The house that mother lives in. I could only stare at him. I didn't have an answer.
Who could of thought that he had a heart?
Signed,
S.D