March 2nd

Dear diary.

Today was not a good day at all. It did have its good parts, like when I got a B on my Spanish test. It was better because Bella is getting less and less attention by the minute. Soon she'll be just as popular as the rest of us (figuratively speaking, obviously, seeing as I've got the school wired. By 'us', I mean 'them'). But it was worse because I asked Mike to the spring dance, and he said he'd have to think about it. Then he asked Bella.

How could he do this to me? He knows I like him, right? He would be both deaf and blind if he didn't. So why would he ask her out? Could it be that he is serious about this? No, it can't be. I'm so much better than her, and there's just no way he would settle for her when he can have me.

How could she do this to me? Friends do not steal other people's crushes. That's just, like, really mean. The only way for her to do that is if she knew that I'm not really her friend, that I'm just pretending to be. And she can't possibly know that. Only I know that. Then there's only one option left. She double-crossed me.

She's just as two-faced as I am. She's beating me at my own game. All this time I felt guilty because I played her, but in reality, she played me. I guess I should have seen it coming. I mean, we've acted like best friends ever since she moved here, and she has hardly told me anything about her.

Well, at least now that I know what she's doing to me, I can deal with it. Hopefully she doesn't know that I know what she's doing.