Dear Diary,

Gawd. This is awkward. I've never really been much of the diary-writing type. I'm more into crossword puzzles, word jumbles- that sort of stuff. But I just don't have anybody else I can confide in. I can't tell anyone in the Pretty Committee, because that would mean admitting I'd broken the boy-fast. Not to mention Massie would throw a fit when she found out who I was breaking it with. I could always tell Leesh, since she's already promised not to breathe a word about me hanging out with the soccer boys, but as far as blackmail goes, Alicia talking to Josh isn't exactly equivalent to me kissing Derrington. I can already see the Gossip Points racking up. There's always Claire, I guess. She was pretty cool about keeping the fact that I was poor a secret. But there's no way of knowing for sure that Massie wouldn't be reading over Claire's shoulder or listening in on the phone, since the two of them are in Orlando together and all. Which leaves my parents. Gawd knows I can't talk to them about anything that's actually important. Which is where this diary comes in.

After that mortifying game of Truth or Dare all I wanted to do was go home and try to forget all about the kiss. Derrick, however, had other plans. He literally grabbed my hand and pulled me aside after everyone else had gone home.

"Why'd you do it?" he had asked upon letting go of my hand.

"Do what?" I replied innocently, feigning confusion. Like we didn't both know exactly what he was talking about.

"Kiss me. Even after I said you didn't have to. You could have just let Kemp and the others throw me in the pool. I'm a big boy; I could've handled it."

"But I couldn't have handled it!" I blurted stupidly.

Now it was Derrick's turn to look confused. "What- me being pushed into the pool?"

"No," I said, softly shaking my head.

"Then what? What couldn't you have handled?"

Well, if I was going to say it, I was going to say it with a shred of dignity. I drew myself up to my full height and looked Derrington straight in the eye. Massie would be proud of me, if it weren't for the fact that we're talking about her ex-boyfriend here. And the fact that I was supposed to be boy-fasting. But whatevs. "Having to go every day knowing that I had given up a perfect opportunity, all because I was too chicken to do anything. No, Derrick, I don't think I could have handled that."

Derrington fell silent. He stood there for a full minute, not saying or doing anything. Needless to say, I was majorly freaking out. I had basically just admitted that I liked the guy, and all he could do was stand there and stare at me. Great. Now he probably thought I was a freak.

And then, before I even knew what was happening, he was kissing me. And it wasn't just a quick peck like it had been during Truth or Dare. This, Diary, was the real deal.

"Why?" I asked, when we finally pulled apart.

"Because," Derrick said, the faintest glimmer of his usual cocky grin on his face. "I couldn't have handled going every day knowing I'd passed up a perfect opportunity."

And that, Dear Diary, it why you're the only one I can confide in. If Massie Block were to ever find out about any of this, I would be so dead.

Wow. That chapter was awful.

I hope the whole Kristen/Derrick scene didn't come across as corny to you guys. I really hate writing love scenes because they always turn out so corny and clichéd!

R&R please&thankyou! :)