Diaries of a Love-Sick Teenager by Saseka Reece (books for 9th graders TXT) 📕

"Oh well."

It's that feeling that you get when you're in a new school. Who knows what to expect? It's full of possibilities: new environment, new friends, maybe even a boyfriend. But it's just a thought.

"Lily!"

My thoughts were interupted by the sound of my name echoing across the auditorium.

"Over here, Lily!"

I glanced around to where the sound was coming from. It was one of my close friends from high school. I was so overjoyed to see her. The long summer break does something to you. I'm convinced.

"Tia!! OMG!", I screamed.

We ran to each other and met halfway with a big, tight hug. It's been a while since I had seen her. Really missed her a lot. I missed most of my other friends also, who I didn't get to see during the holiday. I was to meet them later on though through the course of the day, with pretty much the same amount of excitement as seeing Tia.

It's funny sometimes. Funny how I actually drifted away from these friends of mind who I was so happy to see on the first day of community college. You'll soon find out what happened. Maybe I will find out too.

Anyways, let's get to the fun part. The BOYS! My. my, my. There were a lot of cute guys all around. I criticized each and every one of them my eyes happened to glance across, either in my mind or with my friends. I thought about who would make a nice boyfriend. Quite a few of them could actually pass. I got a few flirty looks from a couple guys as well (and some girls too). Did someone say awkward? Well, at least I wasn't the only one looking for someone.

I just went with the flow for the rest of the day, which seemed to last forever. Found out where all my classes were to be held, got acquainted with my new tutors and new classmates, and took a few notes from our Dean's long greeting to the new students. However long and busy the day was, it still opened opportunities for a few guys to stop me and try to engage in a convo. I wasn't really interested in any though. Then again, I was, and still am, a little shy.

"See you tomorrow, guys."

I waved goodbye to my friends as I strolled into the awaiting taxi and headed home.

The car pulled up in front of my yard. I paid my fare, hopped out and shut the door behind me. Struggled a bit to get the keys out of my bag.

"There you are!"

I turned the knob and opened the door, only to find my stepmom fast asleep in the couch. Or so I thought. As soon as I closed the door, she jumped up, somewhat disoriented. I chuckled a bit to myself. Her face was a sight to see (at the time, that is). She wiped her eyes and the slimy saliva from the corner of her mouth that had been draining onto her arm.



"How was the first day of school, sweetheart?", she asked as she beckoned me to have a seat beside her.

"It was fine, mom. Nothing too exciting", replied quickly.

I gave her the little details of the day, got a bath and had me a warm dinner. After I ate to my fill, I began my regular routine of multi-tasking texting and watching some tv for a few hours. I went to bed early that night, if you consider 9:30pm early.

I woke up tired, as always. If I could add some more hours to the night I would put in a few hours well. I let out a big yawn and one of my famous stretches . Got out of bed slowly and headed straight into the bathroom. After I had brushed my teeth and had a bath, I woke my parents. My stepmom (well I've call her 'mom' from as far back as I can remember) was running a little late. I just got into my uniform and slipped out of the house without breakfast. This was nothing new, although it has actually affected me quite a few times.

School was tough. Mostly boring though. Everyday was like a cycle. Met a few new friends: Tanya, Hailey, Troy, just to name a few. But since I was friendly, I basically was friends with everyone. I became popular very quickly because I loved to participate a lot. I was on the school's badminton and volleyball team, and a member of the chess club, the martial arts club and the table tennis club. I think guys prefer the more active girls over the 'stuck-up', stouch ones who think they are too dainty to do a thing. Anyways, although I was popular, I was still quiet and a bit shy.

I managed to keep up with my school work. Was on of the top students in most of my clases. That dreaded Calculus was a monster that I just couldn't conquer. I began to hate Math with a passion. I didn't mind it in high school but college math was on a whole new level. I just did the best I could to survive it. I would be satisfied as long as I didn't fail it (which I did. But we'll get to that later). Biology was my best subject. Love it.

Let's give you a little intro to my college crushes and past mistakes. There was this one guy, Justin Horton. We are still friends. (Why is that again?). Well, we started out as friends in my latter years of high school (all girls school. Why?!). I had a huge crush on him back then when I was in my high school band. No, I was not a nerd. It was quite fun and cool. I played the trumpet then. From time to time, we'd have our 'sister school', I like to call it, come over and have band practices. workshops and performances with us. The first time I noticed him was in ninth grade. He was so cute! He had a mix of Indian; pretty hair, sexy lips, perfectly shaped nose (don't know why I was looking at his nose) and soft, glowing, brown skin. I was drooling. But, as always, so were a lot of other girls. (Back off bitches!). I made the first move to ask him for his number while both our schools had band performances in a festival out of town. I didn't contact him right away. Not sure why. But I came across his number a couple months later (close to a year), and decided to text him. We've been communicating ever since. Fewer now though. You'll find out why too.

Justin and I were stil just friends when I started college. Apparently, he had a girlfriend then. I didn't think Justin and I were getting anywhere so I decided to go find me a hottie at school. I had my eyes on this guy on badminton team, Nick Frazier. He was a bit cocky, hyper but fun to be around. Did I mention great abs? He also seemed to have an interest in me. I got his number from a friend (kinda tacky) and sent him a text. He asked me to have lunch with him the next day. I was a bit nervous.

We had been texting for a few weeks but i began to get the feeling he wasn't as intersted as I thought he was. Silly me, sending him my naive emotion-filled texts asking him to tell me how he actually feels. I didn't get a reply. I feel so stupid looking back at the whole situation. Anywasys, I moved on.

There was this other guy from Nick's Architecture class, Marc Watson. I've still got feelings for him but what to do about it? I first met Marc while I was looking for taxi to go to school one morning. i actually met him before I knew Nick. Just that we didn't talk then. Thaddeus and I happened to take the same taxi that morning. I couldn't help admiring this curly-haired,fair-skinned, sexy-eyed Greek god. I didn't speak to him much that first time. We said "bye" to each other as we went off to our separate groups and classes. I has hoped to run into him soon. Which I eventually did.

Next on the list, we have Damien McIntyre. I'm not sure what on earth happened with that relationship. we actually rushed into things. Matter of fact, the relationship started with a text.What on God's green earth was I thinking? Damien was a sweet guy. I always say things happen for a reason, but I regret breaking up with him (Yea, it was my fault). I just had second thoughts and decided to call it quits. My reasons were lame. Not to mention, I broke up with a text. I don't believe myself. It is true that what goes around comes around. I certainly got a bit of my medicine in the future. I told him that I felt that I was trapping him in like a bird in a cage, and that I felt guilty. We hadn't gotten the chance to go out much since we got together and I felt that I was being selfish to him. My parents aren't the easiest to get around. They didn't give me as much freedom as other teens were able to enjoy. No parties or movies. Can you believe it? That aside, to be honest, I actually broke up with him because I thought that Justin was beginning to look at me more than just a friend. Funny how persons happen to suddenly have a change of heart as soon as you stop paying them any attention. Tsk Tsk. But I was a fool to fall for it. Damien didn't seem too upset when I broke it off though. He didn't even ask me to explain further. But, we're still friends up to this day. Oh,Justin and Damien are also good friends. (Awkward)

Justin and I got closer and closer each day. He'd take me to MegaMart- this huge supermarket/appliance store/liquor store (Let's just call it the all-in-one store)- quite often to kill time hanging out and eat different flavour muffins. We'd talk about all kind of stuff. We'd also talk all night on the phone, singing to each other, talking about music and movies and laughing. I couldn't wait for him to ask me to be his girlfriend. I was so in love with this guy.