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It's been a month since we and Chad had been arguing endlessly, and Nick just, I don't know? He says he isn't jealous. And it's not I do not trust him, it's just that, if he was in my position, I would be jealous. ALOT. But, I guess that's just a good thing, cause we might argue about that too, and I don't want that. He's been sweet than ever. I love him, so much.

Well, back to the topic, I so so so hate that jerkthrob, Chad Dylan Cooper. People are complaining that we are flirt-fighting everyday. Like puh-lease? I'm Demi Lovato, for crying out loud. Why would I flirt with a nobody?

Because he's hot.

He's what? Oh no, no, no. Not at all.

Hm. I smell denial.

Shut up. Or else you will smell feet. Don't mind that thing that thinks those. Pretend that it doesn't exist, k?

I heard that.

No really? KAY, LET'S PRETEND AGAIN.

"No, no. I heard that,'' it repeated. What the hell? I finally looked back to see what was the most angeli- I mean, the ugliest face ever; Chad Dylan Pooper's.

"What the fu-, "LANGUAGE!" he butted in, before I could say the word. "-dge? WHAT THE FUDGE? HAVE YOU BEEN HERE ALL THE TIME? I MEAN, HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF THE WORD KNOCKING?" I asked him, defensively. I was freakin scared. Have I been saying my thoughts aloud?

"YES, YES, AND YES. You're saying your thoughts aloud again, stupid," he replied, coolly.

Oh my gosh, this does not look good. "What did you hear?" I asked him, under my breath. I was not sure if he heard it right, but whatever. This is the most stupid-est day of my life.

"One, you like me. Two, you're Demi Lovato," he simply stated, while doing some whatever ooh-la-la's on his hands.

"WHHHAAT? I am so not Demi Lovato,'' I replied, trying to regain my cool state. I tried to laugh, but all that came out is a forced one. "And hey! I did not say I like you. Puh-leaase. Pffft" I probably looked stupid brushing invisible dust off my shoulder, but whatever. It didn't matter.

"Yes you are. OK, FINE. You didn't say it, you just feel it. But, ohmygoodness, you ARE Demi Lovato, I mean, why are you here? And pssh, not that I care at all," he rambled on and on about it. AHA. He's star-struck. Demi likey.

"Chad?" I asked him, sweetly. This is perfect. Just perfect.

WOOHOO. Sorry for the short-ness. I still need to study for the mid-terms. It's just I felt bad for not posting for a long long time. So, yeah. AND IT'S SO UGLEH. Sorreh. :P