My boy blew it
Diary entry #3
AHHHHH!!!!
I can't believe I'm so...
I can't believe they are so...
Why are they ALWAYS together???
...
Without me...
They hung up on me!
My hands hurt from punching myself.
My throat hurts from screaming and crying.
My eyes hurt from crying.
I hurt.
I need water... *coughs*
I got water.
I feel like I'm drowning in hate.
They hate me.
I know.
How can I ever show my face again?
Haha, Foster is further away from my reach.
Fitz can have her.
She would be more happy with him anyway.
Can someone please tell me everything is ok...?
But of course no one will because NOTHING IS EVER OK!
Wait a second someone is-
*Fitz knocks on the door of his room*
(A/N I guess another special addition!)
"Keefe?" Fitz lingered in the doorway, probably afraid to come in. Keefe didn't make eye contact. He was a mess.
"Uh. Biana told me to check on you..." Fitz tried again. Keefe's eyebrows pressed more together and he swallowed nervously. Fitz sighed audibly. "If you're not ready to talk, I'll come back later." He stood a second longer before turning around.
"Wait."
Fitz looked at Keefe. "Yes?" He asked. Keefe closed his eyes.
"I... can talk." He paused awkwardly.
"Can I come in?" Fitz nervously asked, as if he were afraid to.
"...yeah," Keefe replied. Fitz sat on his bed.
"I... have been feeling..." Keefe started. He hesitated. "Feeling... left out..." The last part was whispered. "I know you guys hate me but-"
"We do NOT hate you!" Fitz cut in angrily.
"But I was... I yelled at you guys..." Keefe mumbled.
"Oh. I wasn't there for that. Well... I'll tell the others..." Fitz stood up and made his way over to the door.
"Bye," Keefe whispered when he was gone.
No one replied.
(Back to diary)
So...
That was a fail. Fitz just... came and got the details out me and left. WithOUT saying goodbye, may I add.
Ugh
I can't believe he's just gonna tell everyone and then... pretend it didn't happen.
It'll probably be so awkward when they all know.
Why did I even...
I'm such a loser.
Bro- why did I act so ... so...
Loserish??
That's not even a word!
There's no words to explain what I did.
Ugh- my hair is a mess.
I need to go clean up.
~Keefe the Loser