secret number four
0004) I read Derrick Harrington's journal. Boys can keep journals too, you know. I read it when I was at his house. He went to the bathroom. With his mess of a room it was almost impossible to find, but I saw it. Dark green with a leather band tying the pages together. I picked it up and put it in my Marc Jacobs hobo bag like I had every single right to. He didn't even notice it was gone. As soon as I got home I flipped through the pages with a vengeance until I saw something that made my heart stop and palms sweat. "Today I hung out with Assie Block. Why can't I dump her yet?"
I stopped trying after that.
Ew. Bad chapter - I apologise.