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Sorry I haven't been updating, but my parents went to Hawaii, and I had to stay with my dad, with no reach of any computer. ):

Dear, dear Diary Pt - 8

Casey stormed out of the store, Lizzie trying to keep up with her pace.

She looked at the couple for a couple of seconds, unnoticed. Finally, she took hold of Derek's jacket collar and yanked him away from his female friend.

"What the hell are you doing," Casey said through gritted teeth.

"Go away, freak," Derek whispered. "I'm busy!"

Casey still held on. "Who is she?!" She almost shrieked.

"She is none of your business," he replied, trying to wriggle free.

Still, she kept a firm grip.

"Where's Edwin?" She cried, looking around. "You abandoned him?!"

"Chill, he's in the game store," Derek said, trying to detach her arm.

He turned back to find the blonde no where in sight. He sighed. "Great. Thanks a lot, jackass," he said.

But Casey had already ran in the other direction, wiping tears from her eyes.

XOXOXO

Dear Diary,

Derek is a FUDGING JERK! I HATE HIM I HATE HIM

I HATE HIM I HATE HIM!!!

God, I hate him so much. I mean, what

the hell?!

Casey was digging her pen in the paper so hard, it started to tear.

She wiped a tear from her puffy eye.

"Oh stop!" She said aloud. "He's not worth crying over, that jerk."

"Thanks for the compliment."

She glanced up and saw Derek in her doorway, arms crossed. An arrogant smirk on his face.

"What do you want?" She barked. "Come to read some more of my personal life?"

He rolled his eyes.

"What were you doing with her?" Casey asked, her voice shaky.

"Making out, obviously."

"But WHY? Why were you ki--"

"Because. You didn't want to work things out. You didn't want to talk about it, so I gave up. I'm not gonna waste my time dwelling on it."

Casey sniffled. "I wanted to work it out. I did. But, it's wrong. It's so wrong."

Derek's smirk vanished. "Well we're not blood related or anything."

"We might as well be," Casey cried. "I never wanted this to happen. I never thought..."

"I guess I'm just so irresistable," he said, a smile forming on his lips.

Casey forced herself not to smirk.

"Case, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, I just--" He took a step closer, and she wimpered, tears forming in her eyes. He groaned.

"Oh come on, Case, I'm not good with tears. Don't do that."

Casey shook her head and held her hand up.

"I'm fine. Just... just go. I'm tired, we can talk tomorrow."

He sighed, and for a minute, he looked like he was about to say something. But he didn't. He turned around, and closed the door behind him, leaving Casey to cry some more.

XOXOXO

Casey woke with a start, as her alarm buzzed, flashing the numbers 7:15.

She jabbed her finger on the alarm, and groaned. She looked in the mirror and almost jumped.

She looked terrible.

Her eyes were puffy and pink, her hair was ragged and knotted, and her nose was pink. She looked like a monster.

She couldn't goto school like this.

I can't believe this is all because of a stupid boy, she thought.

Casey grabbed her brush and started tugging at the knots, while searching for her make up kit.

This might take a while.

XOXOXO

"And so, when you add 6 to the equation, you get the formula of--"

There was a sudden door closing, and the whole class, including the teacher, looked up at Casey.

Way to make a quiet entrance.

"Miss MacDonald, glad you decided to join us," the teacher remarked.

Casey gave the teacher her tardy slip, and took her seat. She could feel the class staring at her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Derek roll his eyes and shake his head.

"Casey," Emily whispered. "You're never tardy! Where were you? And what's up with your eyes?"

"It's all because of stupid--"

"Miss MacDonald?"

She looked up, and saw the the teacher was referring to the problem on the board.

"Uhh-- Um..." She looked around nervously.

"Six over pi?

Okay, okay. Crappy chapter, I know. But I'm in a hurry.

So REVIEW and I might just get inspired. (:

thanks.