Dana POV

I woke up a little. "What happened?" I mumbled to one of my best friends, Nicole. "Sorry Dana," she said as she pulled out a small pistol from her pocket, "love hurts." And my head hit the floor. I was dead. Darkness surrounded me.

Chase POV

As I ran to the room, I knew that if Dana was dead, I would have to be, too. I loved her, and I could not live knowing that she was dead.

Nicole POV

Oh God. What have I done? I shot Dana. I shot Dana Cruz. I can't believe it. My ex-best friend was shot by me. I might go to jail. Oh no! I can't go to jail. They wear those icky orange suits. Those are from the 70's. Ugh. I started to burst out in tears. This is not a good day to wear mascara.

Zoey POV

We were running to the room and I tripped. Logan helped me up. "Thanks." I told him as I kept running. As we got closer and closer, I heard someone crying. Dana? We opened the door. Nicole. Oh my God. Dana had been shot.

No One POV

Zoey ran over to Dana. "Dana," Zoey cried as she knelt down beside her best friend, "don't go. We need you. Chase needs you." Logan got out his cell phone. Thank God. It had two bars on it. "Logan don't you even think about calling anyone." Nicole said as she put the gun to Logan's head. Zoey got behind Nicole and punched her in the head, knocking her out. Logan got his cell phone and called 911. Logan told the operator everything she needed to know and she told him the ambulance would be on the way. As soon as the ambulance arrived, Dana was rushed to the hospital. The police arrived soon after.

Nicole POV

I was knocked out earlier, but now I was wide awake. I was in the police car, going to jail. I can't believe Zoey knocked me out. I hope Dana feels better. I have my court session later, and I am so nervous. I bet I'll be guilty, though, because I have four witnesses. What will my mother think? Will she ever let me back in the house? Will she even listen to my side of the story before she thinks about anything else? She'll probably think I'm some sort of lunatic. I just wanted Michael to like me. Oh no. What would the rest of PCA do when they find out I stabbed and shot Dana Cruz? Little Miss Perfect Dana Cruz. I hate her. I HATE her. I hope she dies. No Nicole. Stop saying that. You don't hate her. You don't like her. Yeah, you hate her. Oh no. I'm at the jail now. Yay! I wonder if I'll still get my hairdryer.

AN: Did I do good? I only have five reviews, so I guess not. Well I'm thinking about writing the last chapter and then start a sequel called Diary of a Boy Crazed Murderer: Nicole In Jail. Sounds kind of funny, huh? Trust me, it'll be better than this one. I promise. If you don't like the way I'm writing, please tell me though, because I really like to, but I'll stop if you guys want me to. Please R&R! I need more reviews. (Ok, I don't need them I want them!) Later. And for the people who did review, thanks!

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Next Chapter:

Dana comes out of the hospital

Nicole's court day

Dana's visiting day with Nicole