Friday 10th August, chapter two: My Pathetic Day, ft. Lialla Johnson.

Friday, 10th August

Uhmwhat just happened? This has to be a quick post cuz I have to get off in like, nine minutes.
Anyways, today at school I was just totally being me at my locker, when all of a sudden, Lialla Johnson of the Elite Crew comes up to me and goes "Girrrl, you're like so lucky."
Lialla Johnson is one of those people who have to bring a bottle of Spritzer to school so they can clean off all the fan mail that her followers throughout the school have left her in dry-wipe marker form on her locker. She's the type of girl who barely even gives any love heart cards a second glance anymore. Yeah, that type of person.
Of course I knew nothing about what she was talking about so I was like "What are you even talking about?"
"Oh, you loser, I know you've had a crush on Jase Fexenburg since like, forever and now he broke up with Kassi Madden." Lialla said.
"He did?" I asked, puzzled.
"Oh," Lialla saw this as an opportunity to mess with my head. "Well. That's just what I heard, anyways. I'm not so sure how very true this is, you see, Cath-er-ine..." She liked to stretch my name into many loooooong syllables. "But it never hurts to try..." She took a red paper heart from her locker. "Apart from, you know, right here..." Lialla slowly ripped the paper heart down the middle, and dropped it. We both watched the two broken halves as they delicately floated to the floor.
"Lialla!" I shrieked, causing a few people of the nearby land to stop and stare.
"What?" She replied innocently. "It was only a love heart from a freak too shy to even talk to me in person. No way would I date that."
"Whatever." I said, knowing that she had a point. "About this stuff on Jase?"
"Oh, yeah. Want to know why he broke up with Kassi?" She asked.
"I don't know. Do I?" I said uncertainly.
"He wanted you instead. He realized that so he dumped Kassi."
"Yeah, right. Good one."
"No, really. I'm serious." Lialla tried to explain, as if her little 'story' was desperately clutching at straws.
"Listen I have to get to class. Tell me the rest at lunch if you absolutely have to." I told her. I knew she was lying. Trying to mess with my head. But a little part of me couldn't help but hope it was true.