Wildest Dreams

||d e a r j.||

Dear J,

I'm pretty sure Zachary Morgan is the worst human being to ever touch the face of the earth. Okay, so that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. For example, today at lunch, he stood up in front of the entire school (on the table no less), and shouted my full name in front of everyone...

I was sitting at my usual table joking around with my two best friends, Emma, and Jack, when a commotion sounded from the other side of the cafeteria. I turned my head to see none other than Zachary Morgan standing tall on the middle of his lunch table. Looking as if he was about to make an announcement. 

"Ahem." He cleared his throat, managing to get pretty much everybody's attention. "I have an announcement to make. Especially to one..." He stopped for a moment and looked down at a piece of paper in his hand, and then resumed. "Caroline Patricia Mcartney." 

My head shot up at the sound of everyone's laughter, and our eyes connected. I made sure to send him a stone cold glare, and then carefully, with my head held high - stomp out of the lunch room. 

You don't understand, J. I mean how did he know my middle name? I'm pretty sure that's like my deepest, darkest secret. Not even my own best friends knew my middle name - until now that is. I made sure to stop and confront Zach after school, if only to give him a piece of my mind... 

I rounded the corner of the building, carefully spotting Zach's dark, messy, mop of hair just a little ways away. I walked up to him, fury burning in my eyes. 

"Zachary Morgan! Explain yourself." I demanded. We locked eyes, almost as if it was a challenge. 

"Nah," He looked away. "I'd prefer not to." I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, surprised at my own strength. 

"I don't care what you 'prefer' to do, or not to do. You're going to answer my question." I was on an adrenaline rush, and I knew I had to act fast before it was over, and I went back to my usual weak self. "Now talk." 

As much as I thought I was convincing, he apparently didn't. So, he walked away and left me there to stand helpless. I spun on my heels and stomped to my pick-up and hopped in, hoping to forget about the previous events, but I apparently can't. He's just so infuriating, J. Just so infuriating. 

I'm done with zachary morgan, and I guess for now I'm done with this journal entry. 

xx, 

c.

||a/n||

hey y'all! 

thanks for reading! i hope you enjoy this book, and i can't wait to really get deep into the plot line. that isn't for a couple more chapters tho ;) 

well, thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day!

xoxo,

Hart