Dear Diary: My Delinquent

Dear Diary: My Delinquent...Chap 12

Dear Diary,

I have the feeling again. The feeling that something is wrong. The feeling in my gut that something bad is gonna happen

~Tessa

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The truck gave out a loud squeak as I pulled up the driveway. The noise that the truck let out was just another reminder to bring it into the shop soon.

After meeting Melissa and finding about her date kind of scared me. Yeah, she had an right to go and date whoever she wanted but it was the whom that she was going to go out with. Kayden just had a bad reputation. On purpose.

Mel was no whore, but she wasn't the most innocent person in the world. But she's my best friend.

Meeting Melissa was like a slap to the face reminder that I should visit Jake soon. I miss him. It feels as if it has been years since I have seen him. I think it may only have been three days though.

My head snapped up to the loud bang of the front door shutting. Or in other words, slamming. The wind gently picked up Colton's black hair making him have that sexy look outside. Not that he wasn't sexy 24/7.

But my daze turned into worry when I saw his angry expression. What was wrong? What was so bad that got him this angry?

He started to pace the driveway, still not noticing I was in the truck. I wanted to see what he would do. Especially him being this angry/

After a few minutes of him pacing he turned his attention onto the garbage can standing straight up against the wall of the house. He started kicking it. By this pont he was breathing heavily. I saw his gaze go towards the wall behind the beaten up garbage can. I already had a strong feeling to what he was going to do that wall. Before he could throw a punch at the wall, and damage his hand, I honked the horn.

He spun around to glare at the person, being me, for interrupting him. He didn't realize it was me because his glare softened when his eyes met with mine. He slowly walked towards me and got into the passengers side. He let out an angry and frustrated sigh.

"Whats up?" I asked calmly. I was going to stay calm and collected with him.

"Nothing." He turned his head toward the window as if he was trying to block me out. But I wasn't going to tolerate one word answers.

"Colton, don't pull that sh*t with me. Just tell me what the hell is going on!?"

He looked at me with those eyes that were like speaking to me 'do I have to?' I gave him the look that said 'if you don't I'll just ask mom and dad.'

He sighed, very loudly if I might add before giving in. "they know about us." He said so simply. Before my brain decided to be smart and translate the words.

"WHAT!?! How the fuck do they know?" This couldn't be happening.

"They read your diary." He started to get mad too. But not at me, at my parents for invading my privacy.

I put the truck into gear. "Where are you going?"

I blinked back the tears. "Anywhere but here."

"What's so special about your diary anyway?"

Those words just made my blood boil. What's so special. Every page, every word was special. It was my life written in paper.

"What's special? I don't know. Maybe everything! You may have gone through some nasty shit. But so have I. There's more then just my love life in there. You wouldn't understand, Charters!" I spit out the name Charters as if it was poison, at the end of my rant and tears streamed down my cheeks. I finally looked over at Colton. He had a lone tear run down his cheek and my heart broke in two.

How could I be so harsh? Sure I went through shit in elementary. But Colton went through more in his whole life. Why was I such a bitch?

Colton gripped onto the trucks handle and fled the truck. I just sat there against the steering wheel crying my face off.

Charters.

I knew he hated his last name. How could I be so cruel?

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I'm sorry for a very short chap but in Monday will be longer and maybe I'll start updating ....

MONDAY and WEDNESDAY and FRIDAY!!!