I don't really have an authors note...Errr... enjoy the update : )

-Niki-

The next day, Nate stepped into the school yard, and made his way to his locker. After he retrieved his books for his first class, he followed the morning routine and went to the quad bench were the notebook sat.

"Hello there." He told the notebook. he picked it up, and opened up to the latest entry. After reading it, he looked up, with his mouth open in confusion. "What the-" He said aloud. What is she talking about? He thought to himself. Nate grabbed a pen from his pocket, and wrote:

December 5, 2008

Mitchie? What in the world are you talking about?! Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry for what ever I did, I swear I didn't mean it. Please don't stay mad at me. I'm so sorry. What did I do? Wait, better, question, What CAN I do to fix this?

Nate shut the notebook, and placed it on the floor. He sat on the bench for a moment, pondering what he could have said to make Mitchie so hurt. After he could think of nothing, he stood up, and walked to class-he was on time today.

During his whole first period, Nate was zoned out.

"Mr. Grey." His teacher called.

"Uh, the answer is A." Nate said.

"Why, Mr. Grey. That is...correct." His teacher said, surprised. Nate looked at her, with unshocked eyes.

She cleared her throught, "Well then. Next question." This whole Mitchie thing, was definitely affecting him.

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Mitchie sat in her english class, blocking out all the whispering snickers Amanda and her clones were producing. Mitchie was sure the whispers were about her, and even though she didn't show it, the whispers cut through her so easily.

"Amanda? Do you have something you'd like to share with the class?" Mr. Johnston caught the girls. Mitchie smiled at the little bit of justice being served. Amanda looked at Mitchie, and said, "Yes actually."

"Well stand up, and say it, if it is so important." He continued. Amanda cleared her throught, stood up, and said, "If any of you missed this yesterday, this clown over here stole the show yesterday, after school. Standing in the quad, alone. Looking for someone. And that someone never came. She was stood up." Amanda smiled. The room erupted with laughter, and Mitchie's smile vanished. Tears swelled up in her eyes, and she stood up. With her things in her arms, she ran out of the room.

"Ok, ok enough people. Calm down." Mr. Johnston said. The students didn't listen, and continued their laughs.

Mitchie dropped her books outside the class, and ran.

She stopped, out of breath near the girls bathroom. She hadn't let the tears sting out, until she got into a stall, and slid down the side wall. On the floor, she let out grunt, and let the tears fall. She put her elbows on her knees, and supported her face with her hands. There she sat, crying all the tears out. She was startled when there was a light tap on the stall door.

"Uh, M..Mitchie?" A peaceful voice called. Mitchie didn't answer, but she stopped making so much noise. All that could be heard from the stall, were sniffles.

"Mitchie... You might not know me so well... But I came to check on you...It's Caitlyn...I sit in front of you in english."

Mitchie rolled her eyes. Great, a Junior. Probably here to laugh at me. Mitchie thought.

"Can you let me in? I promise, I wasn't laughing in class. I would never-" Caitlyn didn't get to finish, before the door opened. Caitlyn crouched down and sat next to Mitchie.

"Are you ok?" She asked. Mitchie nodded her head, and swiped her hand across her nose.

"If you need anything, I'm here. Do you want water, or anything?"

"No, I think I just want to be alone." Mitchie's voice sounded crackly, and dry. Caitlyn smiled apologetically, got up, and left the bathroom stall. "Your welcome to hang out with me at lunch...or in general, really." She said at the doorway. Mitchie smiled a little, and nodded, "Thanks." Caitlyn smiled, then left.

Mitchie got up, left the bathroom. She walked to the bench, and looked at the notebook. One more thing popped into her head, that she felt she needed to write. She opened her book bag, took out a pen, and looked for the next clean page. That's when she found the new date. After reading it, instant rage filled up.

December 5, 2008

How can you even pretend that you don't have the slightest clue about what you did to me. This isn't funny, Nate. You have no idea what I've been through, and to play with me like that, is so messed up. But since I seem to be the only one with feelings here, I'll recap for you. Yesterday you told me to meet you out at the courtyard after school. You, stood me up. I was laughed at by at least half of the school. I am mentally kicking myself in the head, for letting myself got close to someone, I don't even KNOW. I'm actually really glad that I don't know you. I can't imagine what worse things you would have done. There is nothing on this planet, that would make me forgive you. Nothing.

She closed the notebook, and felt a bit of relief. Mitchie tossed the book on the floor, not really caring about it anymore. With an inhale, she stood up, and walked away.

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During passing period, Nate walked passed the bench, and hoped Mitchie wasn't to mad to answer him. He sighed, happy she wrote. He read it, and pulled out a pen.

December 5, 2008

Okay, It's official. Either I have amnesia, and I don't remember I did that, or I am just going crazy. Mitchie, think. Would I really do that to you? No! I swear on my life, I didn't plan anything like that. Someone must have gotten the journal, and framed me. I really have no clue. Whoever did it though, won't go unfound. He or She is going to pay, and you'll see that I didn't do that. You are my friend, and I wouldn't ever do something remotely close to that. Please, believe me. I am sorry someone got ahold of the notebook. I am sorry you were hurt. I am so sorry. I feel terrible. Please. Mitchie, honestly, you were my only REAL friend. You were the only one that didn't judge me, or just like me because of who I really am. I will find a way for you to forgive me.

I'm going to tell you something, really personal. I hope this shows that I'm not a jerk, and that I didn't, nor do I intend to hurt you. But please, after you know the truth, don't treat me any differently. Mitch, I'm not just an ordinary Nate. I'm Nate Grey...from Connect 3.

I'm sorry.

That's where he ended it. Nate wasn't sure he should tell her. Then she might just talk to him for the fame. It was a chance he needed to take. So he closed the notebook, and placed it on the floor. Hopefully, this would fix everything.

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-Niki-