A/N Another shorty, but Part 2 of your double does of Under The Skin! Enjoy your extra slice, guys, because I won't be updating until I finish MTB!

PS. Unless I get lots of reviews...

Chapter 10

I bet you didn't know I kept a diary, do you?

I don't, often, but I had nothing else to turn to. Today was completely awful, and I couldn't even share my problems with Jesse!

Dear Diary,

Today was probably the worst day of my life. OK, maybe not orse than the day Jesse was exorcised, or worse than the day my Dad died, but it comes close. I feel like I could pull my insides out and be done with them.

Whenever I was "depressed" back in Brooklyn, my grandma would just pat me on the head, bake me some snickerdoodles, and tell me I was being a teenager. But this is different. Shall we review?

1. I lied to Jesse. Bad, bad, fiancee. I am meant to love him!

2. Embarrassed Adam. Its not his fault he likes me. What am I gonna tell Cee Cee?

3. Got compared to the Spears sisters. Britney is so passe, and Jamie Lynn? Honey, you are never gonna make it big-time.

4. Was sexually harrassed by a fourteen year old. I mean, ew.

5. Cheated on my boyfriend - make that, fiance - in the process. See no.1. Not good!

6. Knocked the kid out. I have never done that to a living person before! And let me tell you, it ain't the best feeling.

Overall, not a good day. Drew's in hospital, because of me. Paul left a message on my (brand new!) cell.

"Suzie? Breakfast's ready!"

"I'm not hungry!"

I was, as usual, in my bed, sulking. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't call Paul to check up on Drew - I was too cowardly - I couldn't call Cee Cee without blabbing about Adam, I couldn't call Adam or Jess without feeling guilty, yet I needed someone to talk to.

"Hey, Simon, ya lonely?"

"God, Lollie, you made me practically jump out of my skin!"

"Ha ha," my sister said, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder. "So, who'd you swap spit with this time?"

"Lollie!" I cried. "Stop prying into my life, its my business."

"Cut the drama, Suze. I can do whatever I want, you're not my mother."

I raised an eyebrow. "I know someone who is," I said, beginning to get off my bed. I heard the dead bolt slide into place loudly.

"Smooth," I said to her, sitting back down. "That was one of Jesse's favourite tricks."

"Jesse?" echoed Lollie. "You mean, the guy you cheated on with Drew? Jesse, your fi-an-ce?"

She stretched out the word fiance lazily, and at once I felt the urge to throttle her.

"Are you some kind of stalker? Are you following me? How did you know about Drew?"

"Oh puh-lease," she spat, admiring the glass-topped dressing table. "I have better things to do. I just guessed it was Drew because you start drooling whenever he enters the room."

"I do not," I protested.

"Do too," she insisted. "And I knew you'd done something or other with him, because you tossed and turned all night with guilt."

"Nice work, Nancy Drew," I grumbled. "You belong with Doc."

Lollie shrieked. "Ew! The guy with the red hair and freckles? He's way too... freakish!"

"I was joking," I laughed. "But your face!"

Lollie scowled. "Anyway, your secret's safe with me, Simon," she said. "And somehow I don't think Drew will be telling either."

"Why not?" I asked.

"The guy's in a coma," she replied.