Chelsea's POV

Feeling guilty, I moan, closing it after reading that, my conscience telling me this is a bad idea and a real invasion of his privacy. I'm about to retrieve my index finger that's used to indicate the page when a weird thought pops in.

Why don't you use this as a chance to pay him back for all the verbal abuses he's rained on you these past years?

It's as if there's a devil on my shoulder whispering this in my ear and I can't do anything more than to will it to shut the fuck up. My psychic powers don't work as it continues to say weird stuff to my mind.

He has inflicted emotional injuries on you, a few of which are physical like the one on your wrist now. This is nothing compared to all that, besides, he won't have to know.

"Damn!" I mutter, agreeing with my thoughts as I push the book open. My eyes locating where I stopped previously and continue.

So you see, this is really personal for me, writing this. I know the whole school will have a fit if they ever get a hold of this. I can just picture the highlight, 'Star soccer player and school badboy, getting emotional and pouring his heart out into a dumb journal'

At this point, I don't think I care as this feels good, penning this down. It's like I can finally gain control over my life for once, doing something based on a decision I made by myself without the help of anyone.

I'm just a spoilt rich kid, living a fake happy life in a fake happy family. Elvis suggests I go see a therapist, saying something about keeping a pretentious front can drive someone crazy. He even used the joker as an example, crazy bastard.

I think I might take him up on that offer because if writing this alone can make me feel lighter, imagine how I'll feel if I finally talk to a professional, a good one at that who will listen genuinely and not because they are getting paid to listen.

Victor talked about knowing a guy while the topic was ongoing and so I had to prevent myself from asking him how he did, thus he appeared a bit uncomfortable.

Well, I guess that's enough heart pouring for one day, and to say the truth, this happens to be strangely refreshing. This is my secret though, neither Elvis nor Victor know about it and I hope to keep it that way, for now.

"Wow," I exhale, attempting to wrap my head around what I just read. The new information plays a lot with my perceptions as this opens my eyes to see a softer part of Terry.

"Ooom," I groan in irritation pushing the diary away from me as I start to feel dreadful for judging him.

This is why I don't get involved in anybody's business, I was content with the image of him I had in my imaginary vision but now it's beginning to shake as doubts fill my brain.

I squeeze my lids tightly, wishing I can do the same to my thoughts as I pray for sleep to take me. Hours drag on as I lay restless in bed, finally at the crack of dawn I get lost in dreamland.

******

"Shit!" I grunt, spotting the time. I realize I have only 20 minutes before classes start, meanwhile I haven't brushed my hair. I stare at my bland face in the mirror and decide to skip make up, if I want to make it to the first period I have to make do without.

I quickly grab the hairbrush and run it through my hair, the wet strands falling limply on my back, and spurring me to snatch a rubber band and haul it into a high ponytail.

Nodding at my reflection, I buckle the boyfriend jeans tightly at my waist and zip down the black turtleneck blouse to show a bit of cleavage, and put my thumbs into the space provided for it by the long arms.

I snatch the blue Teflon bag from my perfectly made bed and as a last thought, grab the diary from its spot where I left it last night and put it inside. Zipping the satchel closed I cross it on my shoulders, its strap making a cut in between my breasts.

Striding to my shoe rack, I produce my black Nike Air Max and sit on one of the bubbles bolsters to tie the ropes. Once that is done, my vision goes to the red wall clock, surprised to see I have 10 minutes only.

I speedwalk out of my room, and down the silver-rimmed staircase to the dining where Dad is sitting, a cup of tea in hand and newspaper on the other, fully dressed in blue suit pants, black shirt, and blue tie, the jacket on the back of his seat.

"Morning," I greet and bend to offer Adie who's dressed in her blue and red striped uniform a kiss on the cheek.

"Aren't you staying for breakfast?" Mom solicits from her position beside Dad, as I collect the paper bag containing my lunch.

"Nope," I answer, swerving to smile at her figure covered in a wrap-round yellow flowered dress with short sleeves, one of her favorite garments.

"Adios," I salute, grabbing an apple and waving at them, not waiting for a reply as I exit the house and compound, starting my trek to school.

I have no time to connect the phone in my front pocket to my AirPods thus I speedwalk to school, my orbs checking the watch on my left wrist after every block I conquer.

Entering the school building, I discover the hallways to be deserted, except only for a few students like me who are rushing to classes as the first period is already on.

Dashing to my locker, I rapidly unlock it and yank the English textbook needed, and almost race to the classroom. "Excuse me," I say to the class at my entry, instantly making eye contact with Uche and rushing to the empty seat beside her.

"You are late," she hisses in my ear.

"I can see that," I roll my eyes and settle in, removing the bag from across my shoulder and plunging the textbook on the desk with a thump, causing few students to stare in our direction briefly before turning back to Mr. Kevin who drones on about verbs and adverbs, judging by the topic written on the board.

Soon, class ends, and Uche and I depart hence we have the rest of the lessons till lunchtime apart. I breeze in and out of classes, not paying attention to what is being taught. Partly because my mind is occupied with the strange book in my bag and also the fact that I'm a typical nerd who always reads ahead of her fellow students, the only difference is because I don't wear glasses and dress up in sweaters and typical nerd attire.

To my relief, the lunch bell rings just when I'm about to doze off in physics class. I take my sweet time to pack up my stuff, making sure no one gets a peek of the diary. Even though I won't be questioned, I feel like a thief who stole a precious jewel as I hang the satchel on my shoulder and head out.

My heart nearly flies out of my chest when I spot Uche leaning on the wall in a green bodycon spaghetti strapped gown, the minute I close the door. "You scared me."

"Why so jumpy?" She lifts a brow eyeing me.

"Nothing," I shake my head with a fake smile that hikes her suspicion.

"Okay..." She drawls out, thankfully letting it slide as she ties her leather jacket on her waist. "By the way, have you heard the latest news about Diana Shelby?"

"No," I decline, not wanting to know anything about the school's head cheerleader and her whorish ways. "But I know you are going to tell me anyway."

"You know me so well." She beams at me and continues. "She's going around boasting of how she shagged Terry, gave Elvis a blowjob, and let Victor give her anal all in one night."

"Ew," I mutter in disdain as the image comes to mind.

"Yeah, I know." Uche shrugs at my reaction. "Turns out it all happened at Terry's party Friday night."

"Wow," I let out in shock. "I wonder how someone who bears my middle name can be so sexually messed up. I mean with three friends in one night? And what were those boys thinking?"

"You know boys, they think with their dicks and not their heads," she responds truthfully. "Also, every girl is sexually messed up, you just have to let out your inner vixen and learn to control it."

"I. Fucking. Hate. You." I stop to say, glaring her in the face and wanting to wipe away that grin.

"I love you too," she expresses. I leave her words hanging and take an opposite turn to the one that leads to the cafeteria. "Where are you going?"

"Follow me, I have something to tell you," I speak, veering to notice her a few steps behind. "Something private. Come on, mom put an extra lasagna knowing how much you love it."

That does the trick as she instantly appears at my side, and keeps mute till we reach the place I want us to be. A staircase no one ever uses hence it leads to where the labs are, the other reason being the garbage containers just outside the door.

"We are here, so spill," Uche urges as our asses touch the cold ceramic.

I peer around to be certain no one is in hearing range and bring out the paper bag containing the food from my bag and rest it on my side. Clutching the book, I bring it out and station it in the space between our bodies.

"What is this?" She asks, leaning towards the thick cover and inspecting it.

"Terry's Diary," I state, and she gazes at me like I've grown two heads. "Check the name."

She does, her expression changing as she reads the scribbled words, to my astonishment, bursts out laughing. "This can't be his Chels, I wonder when you became this naive."

"Open it," I growl, cutting her laughter short when she notices I'm angry at her words.

"I'm sorry Chels, I didn't mean for it to come out that way, I didn't--

"Open it," I command, stopping her rant. She does and proceeds to show me the blank page.
"Flip the pages."

She obeys. After a few flips, she pauses, taking in the page before her. I watch her mouth fall open and her eyes grow large as she lifts her face to gawk at mine. "Holy shit."

"I know," I nod, smirking in victory. "Read it."

"Mother fucker," she gasps, her irises taking in each word, sentence, and line, actualization shining on her as she keeps reading. "What if this is a trap?"

"To bully me? I thought so too until I admitted that's just stupid," I retort.

"I still can't believe this," she gasps, closing the book slowly as if it'll break.

"Me--" I stop speaking, hearing voices, pursued by footsteps, and footsteps followed by shadows as their bearers head for our location.

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