Dear journal,
KIRSTIE IS A LESBIAN.
WHAT THE FUCK? I support her 1000%, I'm so happy! She accepts herself and other gays, unlike someone I know. Ugh. Scott makes me so angry, he really isn't the best person to be hanging around. He was a jerk to me! But here I am, talking about how much of an asshole Scott is, but I'm still writing an entry about him! Why does this kid mess with my mind so much? Fuck.
-M

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Kirstie: she said my shirt looked good on me omgomg

Me: date

Kirstie: she always looks at me and class and winks at me.

Me: date

Kirstie: omg she makes me so nervous FUCK

Me: DATE!

I laugh to myself, looking across the classroom at Kirstie who was also chuckling. We were in the same class, but we didn't sit by each other. In order to talk, we'd text.

"Ms. Maldonado, is something in your lap funny?" Our teacher asks, I looked down and laughed a little, knowing she was about to her her phone taken away. She looked up and her face turned red.

"Uh...no?" She answers, struggling for words. Mr. Latterow reaches his hand out angrily. Without any words, Kirstie places her phone in his hand. He shakes his head, walking back to his desk and setting the phone on the table.

Kirstie was a little pissy that entire day, mad that she had no phone. I made fun of her a little for it, in which I earned a playful smack. I didn't speak to Scott during art, I just sat and attempted to do my own thing today instead of watching him. He would take peeks over at me, but other than that, we had no real interactions.

The rest of my day was pretty normal until the last bell rang, indicating the end of school. I was about to leave when Taylor maneuvered her body in front of mine, stopping me from walking. She smiled, a petty smirk. I rolled my eyes.

"Guess what I saw?!" She asks angrily. "You touching my man! Your head was on his shoulder," she flips her hair behind her neck. "I told you to stay away from him, remember?"

"I do," I answer. "I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing," I say and attempt to walk around her. She stopped me. "I thought you already knew about this?"

"I did, but now I saw a video sent to me. That's not the point. You went to the same party that my boyfriend went to," she says. "That's definitely not staying away from him."

"Your "boyfriend" invited me to the party," I say pettily. "So, yeah, I'm going to see him there," I answer her. Her face filled with more anger.

"Im gonna kill you!" She yells, stomping her foot on the ground. "He wanted you to feel welcome! So now that you've been welcomed, back off!"

"Why?" I ask. "You cheat on him all the time, why can't he talk to me?" Her face flushed red. "What happened to you? Malory seems so nice, and your so...not?" I question, mainly to make her more enraged. This resulted in me getting a hard smack across the face. I held the spot that she smacked.

"Don't fucking talk about my sister, okay?" She threatens. "She's not a part of this, you little bitch." She bites. I took a step back.

"You know, for twins, you are a whole lot different-" Taylor pushed me over, so forcefully that I actually fell the the ground. The look on her face was something I didn't expect to see. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were filled with tears.

"You-you," she left before she could start crying. She left me on the ground, but more significantly, she left crying. I made her cry, and I actually felt bad. What did I do?

I left school that day really confused, and I got home to a shit ton of texts from Kirstie. She was freaking out, something about Malory. I opened the texting app. She wasn't freaking out about Malory, she was freaking out about me. She was mad at me.

Kirstie: wtf did you do to Taylor?
Kirstie: Malory said she doesn't know if she can hang w me if I hang w I bc you really fucked with her sister!
Kirstie: Mitch what did you do? Did you hit her? Malory said she came home in tears bc of you!
Kirstie: ANSWER ME

Me: I was playing the same game she was! she came up to me and freaked out bc I danced w Scott! she got in my face, so I did the same thing!

Kirstie: that doesn't fucking matter! let her be a bitch! than she is the villain. if you bite back, you're just as bad.

Me: kirst, she was going off on me! she hit me and pushed me!

Kirstie: you don't know her life, k? malory said she is insecure about her being compared to her sister. you are just as bad as she is.

Me: Kirstie...

Kirstie: I'm gonna sit w Malory tomorrow at lunch.

Me: Kirstie I'm sorry. Please don't push me away.

Kirstie: it's her or you, and right now, I'm leaning towards Malory.

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I was alone the next day. I didn't talk to Scott, I didn't talk to Kirstie, not even Alex. Esther wasn't even in school for me to attempt to talk to. I tried texting her, but I got no reply. I found myself sitting alone at lunch, by my locker. I didn't feel like talking to anyone, because I was angry with myself.

"You're Mitch, right?" Someone asks. I looked up to see Avi, the same big beard and long hair. I nodded to him. "Why're you alone? Aren't always with Alex and all them folks?" He asks. I sigh.

"Yeah," I say. "I wanted to be alone today, I guess." He sat down next me.

"Now that's some bullshit. No one wants to 'just be alone'. What's got you in the dumps, shorty?" He asks. I shrug. "Scott never shuts up about you. You ain't a bad guy, not like Alex and the rest of 'em are." He says. "You could of sat with us."

"Taylor hates me," I say. He chuckles.

"Taylor hates anything that isn't Scott," he explains. "She barely lets us speak." I shrug. "Plus, I'm sure Scott would make an excuse to get you over there. He's, like, obsessed with you or somethin'."

"I don't want to talk to him at the moment, okay? But thanks for letting me know," I answer.

"You mad at him?" He asks.

"He's easy to get angry at." Avi laughs.

"Ain't that the truth. You'll get used to him, alright? I promise."

"I shouldn't be talking to you," I say quickly. He chuckles.

"Whys that?"

"If any of my friends find out, I get more of them to hate me." He smiles.

"Then I best be on my way. Just a reminder, I ain't as a bad as I seem. You just caught me at a bad time."

ITS MY BIRTHDAY YALL