A/N: Hey all, I would like to think the two people who left me two very nice 'keep going' reviews. Thank you. With this story, you will see more frequent updates because the hard copy is already well into being near finished because I started it some odd years ago. Also, in this update, you will see where I put my own twist into the diary form of fan fiction.

Hear is the next entry. (Jay's parts are underlined.)

Dear Diary, (unsure of date)

Today I was assigned a project with…oh god…Jay Hogart. I can't believe I have to work with that immature, unattractive, wannabe gangster. Well…okay, he is semi-attractive…maybe very attractive? Alright sue me, I think he's hot. He's still a jerk though. Anyway, we have the same drama class. As if I need anymore drama. He had the nerve to hit on me. Can you believe him, ugh?! Gag. I soo hate Ms. Kwan, how could she pair me up with him? He's a troublemaker and a…slacky loser! He probably does drugs, gross. We have to do a scene from a play about…love. It gets worse, the play is Romeo & Juliet. Any other day I'd be very excited except Jay is my Romeo. Of course, Ms. Kwan had to give us a kissing scene. As freakin if! I don't want to kiss that loser, if I do I'll probably fall over and die…right there, just completely stop breathing. I told Emma about it and she had the nerve to be mad at me! She acted like I chose to work with Jay. It's all Kwan's fault, I'm just an innocent bystander! Okay, maybe not so innocent, but still! I was just a victim of artificial selection. If I got to naturally select, I would have not chosen Jason 'ugh' Hogart! This is not a school, this is a conspiracy to ruin my life as if it's not already screwed enough. I wanna scream so bad right now but I'm in media immersions right now and I think everyone would look at me like I'm crazy…along with the 'what a ho' looks. Emma is ignoring me and Mr. Simpson is talking about HTML's and…whatever. All I care about right now is getting out of class. Hallelujah, the bell has rung! Could the bell be psychic? Seriously, this is the second time it's happened.

Going to lunch, will return…

'…'…What. The. hell. Jay has just sat down next to me and is eating with me. Of all times for Emma to be ignoring me and dragging JT and Toby with her across the cafeteria…Does Jay not get that I would rather not be near him? He gave Emma gonorrhea! Asshole! I wish he'd piss off! He's staring at me. I can feel his eyes on me. Shudder. He's talking to me but I am very much ignoring him. Oh my god! He wants…to write…in my diary. Yeah right.

I am such a freakin sucker!

So, I'm writin' in Manny's journal…diary. Shit who cares.

Seriously? He's writing in my diary and he has nothing to say. That's original.

I'm sorry about Cause Girl, I mean Emma. I didn't know I had 'it'.

'Shouldn't you be telling that to Emma?' I write to him since people are watching. People are so damn nosey.

'Yea, they are.' I write back. 'And by the way, I was writing in the book, not writing it for you to read.' I can't believe I'm writing in a diary. This so crazy…but I think I like it.

Wow diary, who knew Jay Hogart was sensitive? I laughed at him, I'm only kidding though. I think it's neat, that he cares. I think he knows…that I was kidding.

'So, when do you want to start the project?' I write to her. I actually want to work with her. Hmm, weird.

'How about now?' I write back. 'Let's go to the library.' I add. It surprises me, that I want to work with him too. Maybe he's not so bad.

She's not so bad, either. 'Sure, Library is good.' I write. 'Where is it?' I've never been to the library, I've no clue where it is. I didn't even know there was one. I mean, I'm tough and I'm a rebel, at least that's how I act. Rebels don't do libraries.

'Don't worry Jay. Honestly, I forgot where it was until two days ago. I know, big secret right? Lol.' I write to him. So much has happened to me, is happening to me, that I don't even know what day it is or what happened last week except for- never mind.

I want to tell her that she can talk to me but I don't know if she'll believe me…or if she trusts me enough. I try anyway, 'Whenever you want to talk…I'm here.'

'Thanks.' I'm too shocked…and relieved to say anything else.

'Til next time,

Santos and Hogart

P.S. Since it was a joint entry, I let him sign too.

P.S. Maybe she'll let me do this again.

P.P.S. 'Maybe…I will.'