Diary,
I've abandoned you last night, but no need to fret. It was just as uneventful as the day before. Although today, I saw him at school. He was leaned against the wooden frame of B16 door next to my locker. My fingers tried to twist the combination, oh I tried, but it failed when his voice rang in my ears.
"You'll be late for class, Madison. I heard the teacher gets grumpy when it comes to that," he said, humor lacing in every word. Sometimes I ponder on the slight chance that he knows how I feel. Idiotic, right?