Author's Note: It's only been two days of 10th grade and I'm already suffocating in homework.

Day One-Hundred Seventy-Four: The Other Side of the Door by Taylor Swift

I stormed towards my house. Toby started calling after me, trying to explain himself, but I didn't really want to hear it.

I wouldn't call myself jealous, per se, but I wasn't dumb; I could tell when a girl was trying to hit on my boyfriend right in front of my face. I don't know if he was intentionally aloof or if he was really that oblivious, but either way, I was pretty annoyed.

"Spencer, just wait!"

"No! Leave me alone! Why don't you just go hang out with Amber or Alison or whatever her name was?"

"Spencer!"

I just turned around and venomously snapped, "It's done. Just go away, Toby." He stood, frozen. I just stormed up the stairs to my house and slammed the door. I walked to the second floor of the empty house—figures—and sat down on the bed in a huff. Half of me was expecting him to come in. But after about five minutes, I was still sitting in my room, alone.

After about ten minutes, the phone began to ring. It was Toby.

I crossed my arms over my chest protectively. I hated how he always acted so aloof to everything, especially other girls who liked him, and especially her—Amber or Alison or Amy or whatever her white-girl name that started with an A was. I'd seen her around a few times—she went to some Catholic school—and I saw her start flirting with him one day when he was getting our coffee at the Brew. She was wearing her sacrilegiously slutty school uniform (how ironic) while wearing her stupid pearly white smile and giggling

Okay, maybe I was a little jealous. She might've dressed like a slut, but she was still pretty.

I didn't answer the phone. I could hold out forever; I was just stubborn like that.

I was a little lonely and just a little tired. Absentmindedly, I started looking at the photos I'd taken of him and with him. There were a few with him and Caleb or the three of us. There were some that Hanna had taken of the two of us. There were some of that one time that Hanna, Caleb, and I all pulled the best April Fools' prank on him: we sent him on a wild goose chase after school, only to end with all of us throwing water balloons at him when we ambushed him in the park. Hanna topped it off by throwing a pie in his face.

Alright, maybe I did want to talk to him. But I hated that he kept calling me. I just wanted him to come to my house so we could talk face-to-face. And maybe we could make up (in more ways than one).

I don't even know what he did that was so bad. It was all stupid Amber or Alison or Amy's fault; she knew perfectly well that I was on a date with him, but she had to try and arrange some sort of hookup right in front of me, his girlfriend.

As much as I hated to admit it, I kind of regretted telling him to leave and being so mean.

But where was he? He knew me better than I knew myself; how did he not know that when I left, I wanted him to follow me and tell me that I was wrong?

I heard an object hit my window. Startled, I looked outside and saw Toby standing there. I crossed my arms defiantly. Even though I thought I was ready to forgive him, seeing him again brought back all those feelings of annoyance.

"Spencer!"

"I don't want to talk to you! I don't even want to look at you!" I screamed before sitting on the edge of the window, facing away from him.

"I love you!"

Even though that made me melt a little, I wasn't backing down.

"Come on, Spencer. It's going to start raining. Just let me in?" he asked. "Come on. I need to talk to you, Spencer."

"I don't need you."

"Yeah, you do, Spence. And I need you, too."

I knew he was right. I ran away from the window. I knew in the back of my mind that he probably looked like a kicked puppy. I opened up the door downstairs. "Toby!"

As soon as he walked in the house, I stormed back upstairs to my room. "Spencer, stop running away!"

I just closed the door on him.

"Spencer, I'm sorry about Alison earlier." I could practically see his blue eyes begging me to forgive him, even though he'd done nothing wrong. I knew I was being ridiculous. But…I couldn't help it. Alison was still really pretty. "I don't know what you want me to say. I don't like her like that."

I felt little tears forming on my eyes. Why are you screwing up so much, Spencer? "I hate that girl," I mumbled bitterly.

"Spencer—"

I opened the door after wiping away the small traces of tears. "I'm sorry. I do need you. And I'm sorry for being so stubborn," I said before reaching out to hug him.

He returned my hug. "It's fine, Spencer. Alison doesn't mean anything. When she starts flirting or whatever it is that she does with me, it doesn't even register in my brain."

I pulled away, looking hopefully at him. "It doesn't?"

"No. I don't care about the other girls," he assured me before continuing to hug me.

Sarah: I wouldn't mind English homework. The first book we're reading this year is The Scarlet Letter and it seems pretty interesting so I'm looking forward to it. But no, I have to get like 4 cumulative hours of Math and History homework (alone, not adding in English, Spanish, and Science, since I never get anything in Latin anyway). So just say, "Bitch, give me back my book." What do you think she'd say to that? Interesting. Thank you :)

MilaMizz:Wait, how can you be the clown of the class if you're in cyber school? I am so curious. I am so excited because I made this website with lyrics and coded it all so all the songs have titles in a different font from the actual text and omg it looks so cool. You know what, I can sort of relate (though your situation is at least 10000+ times worse), so if you need to talk, let me know. I get you on that. I'm actually writing a bolok...you'd possibly like it or hate it. I'm not sure. I'm glad you liked it.

AL3110:Lesbihonest, if you and I are like 35+ with no marriage in the future, we're getting married and being Brooklyn babies. It's just going to happen. Accept it. Good, because I'm cool (lol not really). Sometimes I like writing with Taylor Swift and other times I don't. Idk. She's so straight-to-the-point that it doesn't leave a ton of room for your own things. With Marina and Lana (and others), I actually have to think and come up with my own story most of the time. It depends on how lazy I am that day.

Did you know that MATH is just an acronym? You know what it stands for? Mental Abuse To Humans. It could also be MAFK: Mental Abuse For Kayson. I totally didn't miss not having to do mafk for three months.

Tomorrow's one-shot will be Cry by Alexx Calise and yes, it's sad, hence the title, Cry. Also, the whole time I was writing for Ari, I was thinking of a really little Maddie Ziegler...idk I think it's her eyes. They just remind me of Toby's eyes. I can't get it out of my brain now. Oh...well, you'll see what I mean tomorrow. -Kayson