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

Saturday, January 9

Grace's House

Will completely adores my mother and me now. Very weird.

He walks up to me on Friday and asks, "I heard my father was over at your house and your mother slapped him across the face."

I shrug. "Maybe."

Will says, "Well, your mother has the guts to do something I have wanted, but never been able to do my entire life."

I raise an eyebrow. "Uh, thanks?"

"Also, did you tell him 'bite me'?"

This, I am not ashamed about. "Hell yeah."

Will wraps an arm around my shoulders and says, "You and your mother are my heroes."

"Uh, thanks?" I repeat as we walk off to lunch. Grace, in shock, follows, so happy that someone popular and cute actually talked to us. Alex isn't too happy, so I turn around and wave to him.

All because my mum and I told his father to fuck off.

So Will and his friends find us charming. They think Grace is God's greatest masterpiece. So naturally, all of the water polo blokes think she's the queen. Will, oddly enough, pays attention to me.

"So, I always see you scribbling in that black notebook of yours," Will mentions, pointing to this, my little black book filled with drawings and writings.

I shrug. "It's just how I get through."

Will asks, "Can I see it?"

"No." I then feel horrible and explain, "It's not that I don't trust you, no one's seen it. Not even Grace and I've known her since I was five. It's just really personal... kinda like a diary, but not really..." I trail off, because I'm making no sense whatsoever.

Will nods. "No, no. I get what you mean."

I add, "Also, someone like you might think it's weird. I mean, you're talking to a girl with pink in her hair, wears black eye makeup, and wears combat boots to school."

Will shrugs. "Doesn't bother me. I think it's cool to be different."

I let my sharp tongue get the best of me and go, "Yeah right. You're Mr. Popularity. You tease people who like to be different." Immediately upon saying this, I apologize and stuff my mouth with Tater Tots. As if that could save me now.

Will gives me a look and says, "That's the problem with you. You don't give people like me and my friends a chance."

I glare at him and snap, "Well I have every right to! I've seen what you've done to people! You tease them because you think you're better than them or because they're 'different' and that's just horrible."

Will doesn't say anything for a minute, then mumbles something under his breath.

"What?" I ask.

"I'm sorry," he replies.

I tell him. "Just be nicer to people and maybe you'll be on my good side." He gives me the slightest hint of a smile. I smile back as I repeat, "Maybe."

Then, the queen bee attacks.

There's something you should know about Daphne Redmond: She is a slutty, spoiled little rich girl and people fear her. Seriously. And she thinks she owns Will, just because they made out once behind the gym. Also, she hates people like me, who want to be "different." Therefore, everyone hates her guts.

"William!" she snaps.

We all look over. Grace rolls her eyes and says in a really sarcastic tone, "God save the queen bee."

I try not to laugh. She has been hanging out with me way too long!

Daphne looks up at Will and me, due to the fact that we are sitting on the high ledge of a garden box in the middle of the quad.

"Bugger off, Daphne, I'm trying to hang out with someone interesting," Will tells her.

"You mean this fat cow?" she snaps.

OK, I may be a little chubby, but I know I'm not fat. "At least I'm not an anorexic slut," I answer nonchalantly. After I say this, I expect her to yank me down and try to beat the crap out of me. But I don't want any trouble and I say, "If you'll excuse me, I have places to go." I swing my backpack over my shoulder and tell Grace, "If you wanna hang out here, fine. I'll see you after school."

But of course, Gracie is a good best friend. She tells the guys, "I'll see you Monday!" Then she runs off to me.

"So, another dateless Saturday?" she asks.

"Your house?" I respond.

So here I am, sitting on the couch, a bowl of crisps on my stomach, watching Moulin Rouge for the millionth time. I hate it when they show it on TV, they cut out the ending and that's really retarded, in my opinion. Whenever Ewan and Nicole sing "Come What May," Grace and I always sing with them. "Seasons may change, winter to spring... but I love you, until the end of time..." Then we scream at the top of our lungs, "COME WHAT MAY! COME WHAT MAY! I WILL LOVE YOU UNTIL MY DYING DAY!"

But I watch it and I secretly envy them. How come they can find true love and I can't? Is it because I'm so different? No one really wants to go out with someone like me. Hopefully, no one reads this and sees the soft mushy side of Camille Darcy.

Oh, "Le Tango De Roxanne." I LOVE this song!