Disclaimer: I don't own Bridget Jones. Camille, Pamela, Will, and Alex are completely false and made-up by ME.

January 4

Study Hall

Well, winter break is over. It's Monday. Alex is here, listening to The Thrills (Good band). Will is not.

THIS SUCKS.

C-

You didn't tell me that Alex is HOT!

G

Well I really don't consider him that hot.

You've done it.

Done what?

You've gone completely crackers.

Shut up. Have not.

Seriously, Cami, you must snag him before any of the sluts in this school realize his hotness and shag him. You have to be the first to shag him.

Uh, how about NO.

C'mon Camille! You can so tell he'd shag you.

I don't want to do any shagging. My dad will KILL Alex...and me for doing any shagging before marriage for that matter.

Fine. I'll shag him.

No you wouldn't. You'd be too chicken to go through with it and you'd make sure he's got a box of condoms within arms' reach.

You ARE my best friend. Good thing, mate, you were starting to scare me.

Once again, shut up.

Geez. Are you PMSing today or something?

No. But you're telling me to go off and make out with a boy I hardly know. Besides, what if Will likes me?

He'll have to fight Alex for your heart, I suppose.

What are you implying, Miss Grace?

I think that both Alex AND Will like you, but you like them both. (And you know you do.) You'll see what they're both like, then you'll be confused and then they'll try and beat the other to a bloody pulp for your love, Cam.

That's sweet and totally false all at the same time.

C'mon you know you'd like it. The attention that Pamela normally gets will soon be handed to you.

That is true. But then again Pamela is a whore. I'm not. She only gets the boys because they think they'll get "a piece of ass."

They don't think. They know.

Grace! You're supposed to be my best friend! A little positive reinforcement would be nice!

All right, all right. Geez. Boys like your sister for all the wrong reasons. Someday soon, you'll find one who doesn't just want to get you in bed. He'll love you just the way you are and wouldn't dare change a thing about it.

Thank you for fulfilling the best friend role and for not saying "shag."

Shag shag shag. Shag shag shag. Shag your booty.

Go to hell, you little perv.

So that was our little note before the bell rang and I (literally) ran right into Will. My notebook and papers went everywhere.

"Oh! So sorry!" he apologized.

"Oh no no no. It's my fault. I should've watched where I was going," I rambled, reaching for my notebook. And, well what do you know! He reaches for it too and our hands touch! I pulled away as he handed me my notebook.

"Well, uh, nice running into you," I said as I turned to walk away.

"See ya around," Will replied. I shot him a smile and walked over to Grace.

Grace contained herself until we turned the corner. She started screaming, "Blimey, Cami! He actually talked to you!"

Sometimes I wonder if Grace has hit puberty yet. Acts very strange around any cute boy and if they talk to her, she giggles like mad. Like this past summer, I dragged her to a punk rock hangout and this one guy with a mohawk talked to her. Poor girl fainted. But Grace just needs guidance, since her smug rich parents are too busy flying off to the Caribbean to care about her needs. I'm her fucking nanny, I swear! But I love Gracie, even though she can be a little too goody-goody at times. And she's too fucking pretty. I mean, she's the perfect image of beauty. Soft, light blonde hair, icy blue eyes, fair skin, stick-thin...everything I WISH I was: A freaking real-life china doll. Maybe I could have a fucking bloke then. Look at me: Brown-and-pink hair, normal blue eyes, skinny but not in the good way, 7 piercings (both ears tripled-pierced and bellybutton pierced), and a constant curser. No fucking wonder I'm single.