The Wallflower diaries {:muke au:}

'I want him. The bad boy.'

'I want him. The bad boy.' Is the first thing I wrote in this little diary of mine. The black ink forever embedded in the very first, secret white sheet of paper which I've had since 10th grade.
Which was 7 years ago.
The funny thing is that, I got the 'Bad boy' and now we're happily engaged and we couldn't be any happier. You wanna know what happened?
Keep reading.
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September 5th, 2009
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I really don't want to be here. At. All.
The smell of perfume and strong cologne wafted in the air as I walked past the 'Popular' kids. Their laughs ringing in the air as I scuttled away towards the male toilets, searching for a quiet place I could sit and think.
I opened a stall door and slammed it shut, sliding down the graffiti covered wall, placing my head in my hands breathing fairly heavily.
You see, I don't do well in big crowds. I'm what you'd call a 'wallflower'. Someone who just gets left in the sidelines and no one bothers with until you do something deranged like actually sticking up for yourself against someone who is so much popular and bigger than you are. I tried but, got overthrown by miles.
Just glad that he came and helped me.
Luke Robert Hemmings.
I'm so glad he stepped in otherwise I would've been beaten to a pulp.
I remember exactly what he said.
"Hey! Leave him the fuck alone! Get the fuck off of him." I felt someone pull the heavy weight off me and gasps spreading across the room followed with a crack and a loud scream, "That was a shitty thing to do to a wallflower mate. Apologize. Right Now."
I honestly felt blessed to be saved by such a beautiful, hateful young boy. He was the 'bad boy' of the school ; the lip piercing, the eyeliner, the gauges, the lanky figure. The full package right there.
I have the biggest crush on him considering we are two completely different people living in two completely different worlds. It was weird really. How he helped me.
I got up off the floor and carefully reached for the lock, sliding it and opening the door slowly.
I walked and and jumped slightly at the figure in front of me.
Luke.
"Erm...Sorry." I mumbled and reached for the door when someone grabbed my wrist.
"No, I'm sorry. I should've watched where I was - hey, are you alright? You don't look so good sweets." I blushed and cleared my throat.
"Y..yeah I'm fine." I lied.
He looked at me skeptically for a few seconds before saying, "You sure?"
I nodded and gave a weak smile and walked out of the bathroom. I scrambled to my lesson and sat my self down at the back of the classroom, trying to focus on what the teacher was saying but being blinded by the thought of Luke actually caring.
Speak of the devil.
He waltzed in, taking a seat next to - wait, why is he coming over?
Shitshitshitshitshit, I thought, gulping.
"Oh hey there sweets. Can I call you that? I won't if you-"
"No it's fine." I rushed, clearly making myself look desperate.
Luke laughed and nodded, "I didn't know you was in this lesson. What's a pretty boy like you sitting all alone back here?" He winked at me and smirked.
I blushed wildly, "I...I erm."
"Awh, is someone shy? You're adorable you know that, right?"
Why is he being so nice?
I giggled and looked down at my feet, not used to having compliments thrown at me like this. I nodded to answer of his question.
"Don't be sweets. I ain't gonna hurt you," He altered my flower crown so it was sitting on the side of my head rather than sitting exactly on top of my head, "There. Cute."
"Thank you." I smiled at him, genuinely.
He winked again whilst opening his text book, ripping a piece of paper out and writing a bunch of numbers on it.
"Call me." He said, sliding the small piece of paper into my hand.
I sat there, mouth ajar, unable to process what just happened. The bell rang, pulling me out of my trance. I grabbed my bag sprinting out of the classroom, heading home early.
When I got home I went upstairs, throwing done my bag and grabbing my diary I got from my therapist a few days ago.
With a black, ball point pen in my hand I wrote in my messy handwriting:
I want him. The bad boy.
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