A/N: OMG remember this story? Yeah don't worry I do too! Thus why I am finally updating! Sorry! And to those still around reading it, THANKS!

August 9th

Dear Diary,

Not much to report lately. This is largely due to the fact that I have spent the last three days in bed watching cartoons and soap operas. But not even the constant stream of animation and drama can hide the fact that eventually I will have to go back to "Mistake" High.

Yesterday afternoon my mom interrupted my three hour soap opera marathon. Maybe she got tired of hearing me scream at the television about how blind Alicia was in not seeing that Salvatore was dating Jessica behind her back. I mean really, they have been caught all over town by this stupid girl and she falls for every excuse. You'd scream too.

Anyway, my mom sits down and tries having one of those mother/daughter heart-to-hearts with me. Everything thing in the book was thrown into the conversation. Girls like Rachel Backer come and go, and we just have to be the bigger person. Time heals all wounds, you know, total bull like that. I think it ended up just making me more depressed. Though I do give her points for effort, even if she did research "How to talk to your teenage daughter" on the internet.

Marlena and Brandon have also tried the old pep talk routine. Even coming from the people I trust most, a pep talk means very little. I mean, have they had their underwear forwarded all over the internet? Oh yeah! Did I mention that the texted picture is now all over the internet? I found that little fun fact out today.

"It's not that bad, Fran. You now it will blow over in a few days." Marlena said encouragingly.

"Yeah, Just as soon as it dies down on the web." Brandon chimed in. That's when I learned that the same picture that had been mass texted to the school was now on the schools myspace group.

Since I have been stuffing ding-dongs in my mouth and laughing at Tom and Jerry as well at yelling Salvatore, I haven't had time to check my emails or the computer at all.

When I got the news I rushed to my computer and pulled up the page. There was the picture with over 200 comments. Oh yes, over two hundred comments. I have no idea what they actually say because I closed the screen and promptly went back to bed. Marlena and Brandon left pretty soon after that.

I think I'll go have some ice cream and cry over Romeo and Juliet (the original… not that re-imagined sorry excuse of a movie). There is something rather appealing about taking your life at sixteen… I'm just saying.

August 9th (cont.)

I don't even know how to start this entry! I'll try to start from the beginning!

I'm on my fourth bowl of cake flavored ice cream and reciting the death scene from Romeo and Juliet word for word (through tears) when Mark barges in telling me to pull myself together because someone wants to talk to me and he didn't want me to embarrass him.

I was mid swear word when Jake Evans steps into my room surrounded by a glorious light. That light may or may not have been in my imagination, I mean it probably was but my mind tends to lend itself to fantasy, so there you go.

"Hey, can I come in?" Diary, he is as polite as in my dreams!

"Uh, yeah." I managed to say putting the bowl of ice cream down on the nightstand next to my bed.

He turned to Mark and, no joke, was like "Thanks Mark" in this dismissive way that was clearly his cue to leave. Mark nodded and smiled like the dimwit he is and shut the door behind him.

Jake looked at me for awhile and that's when I remembered that I had no make-up on and had been bawling my eyes out to Shakespeare just moments before. I probably looked like a fat weepy cow!

He glanced at the TV and smiled. "This Romeo and Juliet is awesome. There's something about the original in iambic pentameter that really just flows better than the one with Leonardo DiCaprio."

I was in awe. I knew we were meant for each other. "I've been trying to tell my friends that for years," I say trying to play it cool.

"Speaking of your friends, they said you were taking some time to yourself. I figured you might need your homework for the past couple of days in English, so I brought it for you." He pulled some folded papers from the back pocket of his jeans and handed them to me.

"Thanks." It was all I could say. The hottest guy in school was standing in front of me… in my bedroom! What was I supposed to say?

"No problem. Also, we are pairing up in English for this new book, Brave New World and I didn't want you to get stuck with Charlie so I signed us up together, I hope that's okay?" He was looking at me trying to see if I would object. Uh, yeah right! Like I was going to object to being partners with him!

"Oh, yeah that would be great. And thanks for helping me out with the whole Charlie thing," I managed to say with a neutral tone.

Charlie Platt is a good guy, Diary, really. But he isn't someone I need to be stuck with as a partner. He's absent all the time because he is constantly sick with some allergy or another and has a problem with wiping his snot on everything when he was around. I really was grateful for Jake playing my knight in shining armor.

"No problem. Well I should go. I'll let you get back to Juliet and her undying devotion to the man she loves." He smiled one of those gloriously famous Jake Evans smiles and turned to leave.

"Uh, Jake?" I was surprised that I could even talk.

He turned back to me. "Yeah?"

"Why are you being so nice to me? I mean…" I couldn't finish. I couldn't bear to call myself the Drama Llama.

"Not all of us are under Rachel Becker's thumb. Don't let her get to you. I'll bet she has her moments too." He winked at me and left.

DO YOU SEE WHY I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM?! He is willing to commit social suicide by being my English partner just to stick it to Rachel Becker. Though I wish he was being nice to me because he was in love with me, and just couldn't stand to see me so upset.

Oh well, I'll take what I can get. I'm going to go shower then do all the work I missed. This weekend will be my re-evaluation of my life and Monday I will walk into school a new person. But first I am going to throw away those Betty Boop boy shorts. If I never see them again it will be too soon, Diary.