13th September
Albuquerque, New Torturous Mexico.
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I am writing this when I'm not in a very good mood, so don't expect anything special, Diary. If I recall from my entry yesterday I said that Troy Bolton doesn't stop. I was perfectly correct - but I wish I was wrong.
It seemed that today his goal was to annoy the hell out of me. It all started in registration when he deliberately came to sit beside me before Kelsi got to the table next to me. I ignored him - something I'll remember not to do in future when having him next to me - and then he began to inch closer and closer. I do not like people in my personal space. Get to close, you get hit.
Which is what he did.
And he got a slap, right smack bang on the right cheek.
I almost laughed at the look of utter horror that passed over him - it was too comical. Then, thank heavens, the bell rang and I hurried out of the classroom.
I, stupidly, thought that he'd give up after that. He'd been walking around all day with a lovely red, forming bruise on his cheek - if he had any sense he'd stay away. But now I have reason to doubt his sanity, because at lunch time he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the lunch cue. Note: I don't get dragged anywhere. I kicked him and screamed, Troy enjoying showing the whole school who is boss. I dumped me at his table, making sure I didn't move, and sat down beside me, shoving a sandwich in front of me.
I really hated him at this point. Anger boiled through my veins, I tell you no lie. So, I did the only thing I could think of, which would let me escape. Without a second thought, I took his bowl of soup and poured it over his lap. The whole student body, who were conveniently watching this small display, were trying not to laugh. But I laughed loudly.
Then I leant down to his ear and whispered, 'Stay. Away. There's more where that come from."
I walked away, with a new quickness in my step. I'm surprised that I didn't get in trouble for that. Surely he told someone… Possibly not. But whatever. I was happy; he wasn't. Mission accomplished.
I just hope he obeys my demand.
Because if there's one person I hate, no matter how much revenge I get.
It's Troy Bolton.
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A/N; Another upload for you. Short and snappy. The next one will hopefully be longer. I'm still trying to figure out where I want this to go. Also, someone asked me to write longer chapters. I will try, but I think the varied length adds to the theme of it being a diary. I'll see what I can do though...
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