Heartbroken? Just a Bit

Dear people's faces I shall call my diary,

Tuesday was one of those days were I wished they just didn't happen, if you know what I mean. My crush, the one I actually fantasize about and write his name in super loopy and curly letters, was a complete jerk.

To protect his identity and my own dignity, I'll refer to him as Blue.

Let's begin with when I got on the bus that morning. Not many people ride the bus me ad H ride because it's the early bus and apparently, everybody wants to be late for whatever reason.I may sound like a nerd, but I would rather get to school early and study than talk to my friends. My friends aren't going to bring my grades up one bit! Anyway, we're all sitting on the bus, talking. H and I are discussing the external design of the blog, others are singing or smacking-talking one another and ect.

We finally get to school and I'm still talking to H. She has some money to go to the school store. Now, in the morning, we go to the lunchroom so she can eat some breakfast and I can get milk occasionally. But instead, we went to the school store instead and then the lunchroom. As we were just about to go to the store, I saw Blue. That's when I automatically dragged H into the building. I don't exactly know why I did this. It's not like he could see me. I didn't want to see him, period. I should have taken that as the first sign from mother nature.

After hearing the bell go off for our first class of the day, Ms. History, we went upstairs to our class together. Ms. History had been rearranging the desk multiple times so we students could basically sit next to anyone, which excited everyone. So, H and I found a spot next to each other. My other friend, Beatles, was practically forced to sit next to Blue which made me shed a quick tear for her. (He steals pencils and stuff).

Now, Ms. History gave us a four corners statement.  Just to let you know, my class debates are taken very seriously. So when Ms. History said get into your corner, you know people were not playing around. Its almost like going into war...with a textbook and a pencil. Possibly a notebook or piece of paper.

Anyway, very long story short: After class, when the debate was over, all he did was yell at me. He wouldn't shut up! I mean, maybe my idea wasn't right (even though I sure I was right), but you don't need to follow me, shouting in my freaking ears!!

H was just about to punch him straight in the nose. Who could blame her?

What do I do? Jay