Dear journal,
Are all my entries suddenly about Scott? Would it be bad if I made another. I can't stop writing about him, because most of my time I spend wondering why he's so intriguing, or asking myself why I feel like I can talk to someone so much more popular and liked than I am. And now I'm writing an entry about why I should or shouldn't write an entry about Scott, so in reality, this is another entry about Scott! God, I'm going to stop writing.
-M

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Taylor stared at me throughout the day, sometimes she'd walk up and say a snarky remark to Scott about me. He was clueless, but I definitely wasn't. He would laugh, I'd awkwardly stand behind them with a blank look on my face.

I saw Scott and Taylor kiss for the first time today. He looked so uninterested that it almost hurt me. It was sloppy and gross and the opposite of what a kiss between a girlfriend and boyfriend should look like. I wanted to ask him about it, but I was afraid that he'd get defensive about it again.

A part of me wanted to tell him like it is, look him in the eye and say "cut the bullshit, Scott. Dump the girl, you don't like her". Not because I'm jealous, or upset, but because it doesn't take an idiot to see that he is unhappy. I don't know why he pretends he is, and says he is, and acts like he is. I know he is not.

"Nice to know you ain't dead!" Alex yells, walking up to me in the hall. School has started yet, I had gotten here earlier than usual. "The hell did you go on Saturday!?" He asks angrily.

"I thought you knew," I say quickly. "Scott said you made sure you knew," Alex shakes his head.

"I didn't know nothin'!" He says angrily. I look down. "We had a plan, Mitch. On party nights, you follow the plan so we don't get in trouble or hurt," he snaps.

"I was with Scott, I'm okay. I'm not hurt," I say. His eyes widened a little. "I'm sorry, I thought you knew-"

"You was with Scott?" He questions. I nod slowly. "The fuck you with him for? He ain't nothin' but a troublemaker in this town! I know he invited you, be we had a plan!" he snaps. Now it was my eyes that widened a little.

"Troublemaker?" I question. "He's been super nice to me," I state with a hand on my hip. "In fact, he took me after the party because he said the thought of me in a car with a drunk driver made him queasy. He is caring, Alex," I say.

"You say that after knowing the kid for a week," he says and rolls his eyes. "You don't know nothin' about Scott, what he's about. He ain't a normal kid," that's when Alex walked away.

I was in disbelief all day. There was no way that this artist, so caring and sweet, was what Alex had explained. How? It seemed nearly impossible. I asked around about it. Everyone that I asked said he's a sweetheart. A lot of the girls said he was hot, I agreed. Guys said he was nice and put people first. Girls said he was one of the nicest they knew. What was different with Alex? Maybe they just didn't like each other, maybe they got off on the wrong foot.

I wanted more information. Is that all I wanted now? I wanted to know about Scott and his girlfriend, and now Alex and Scott. Everything I was confused and wanted to know about...involved Scott. Was he a troublemaker? He couldn't be. He can't be! I guess Alex was right, I haven't known him long enough to really know for sure. But a week can tell you a lot about a person, right? I mean, first impressions can say a lot. He had a really good one too, his painting, his confidence. It made me feel like he was easy to talk to. That's all I needed to know he was a good person, right?

I thought all day long, and before I knew it, lunch had rolled around. I was eager, yet nervous, to talk to Alex. I didn't want my first friend to be mad at me. I wasn't going to throw away Scott and I's new friendship, but I also didn't want to ruin me and Alex's either. When I got to the table, he wasn't there. Kirstie was, and so was Esther and Jake, but Alex was no where to be found.

"Where is Alex?" I ask the group, hoping someone knew. Jake and Esther shake their heads, it was Kirstie who spoke up.

"He is in the bathroom," I nod and turn to walk away when her voice continued. "I wouldn't recommend going in there!" She shouts. "Ya know, why don't you just sit down, okay? He doesn't want you in there at the moment," I frowned to myself before sitting at the seat I usually sat at. I sat in silence for awhile, awaiting the moment Alex came back. "What are you doing this weekend, guys?" Everyone shrugged. "Mall?" She asks. Esther agrees, along with Jake. "Mitch?" I look to her and shrug. "What happened with you and Alex? He's been in the dumps all day about you and now you are too. He told me he was upset about something you said, but didn't say what."

"He's upset with me?" I question and shake my head, looking down. "I knew it," I whisper. Kirstie snaps to get my attention again. "I went home with Scott after the party, and he didn't like it."

"Oh," Kirstie says. "Yeah I get why he is pissed.  He don't like Scott one bit," she says with a chuckle. We all stopped talking when Alex returned. He didn't sit, only stood over us all.

"Mitch, bathroom. Let's go," he says, demandingly. I nod warily and get up. "Bye guy," Alex says before leading me to the bathroom.

"Please don't be upset with me," I said immediately.

"I ain't upset, Mitch. I wanted to say sorry. He is a troublemaker, but I ain't gonna tell you who to hang with. Just don't ditch me, okay?" He asks. Why did his attitude change so suddenly? He had stormed away from me earlier, and now, a few hours later, he was perfectly fine with it? I wasn't going to question it, so I simply nodded. "You alright?" I nod again. "You ain't speakin'."

"I'm okay, thank you," I say so he'd be satisfied. "Let's go eat, okay?" He nods, and we both leave, glad the situation was settled. Alex had changed his mind, which was great, but I was just highly confused.