Revenged Love

**DAINNE'S P.O.V** Dear diary.. he is outrageously beautiful, and i think i don't stand a chance. I am beautiful i know,self esteem and blah blah blah!.. I tell that to myself every time because of how messed up my life is..although you who's reading this right now without my consent, yeah, you snooping in my diary.. no offence taken. lol. Feel free to explore. Maybe you might wish to be me if it ends well...and might find this as an adventure.. you're all so weird, the real world is! "Oh my goodness-ish... Dianne, focus!" I said and bit my under lips to shush the annoying smile that almost emanated from them just by rethinking the event that happened earlier today. cleared my throat and placed my pen on the note to sketch my thoughts again. ***** Dear diary... How?...Just how is it possible for ones breath to be taken away just because a smile from the face of another, clamped my eyes..why did my cheeks fluxed with so much energy I never thought i possessed because he threw a wave down my lane.. how my skin grew from brown into pink is what I have yet to discover ever since he did that flipping thing on his hair. You must think am some love sick puppy but am not...am actually a lost sick person!!...i mean, except you have an explaination to the unrythmic flow of my heart beating amazingly these past few days just because a smile escaped the face of a white dude whose perfect features now consumes my mental aptitude. The dude has three dimples all in perfect positions, like who still owns that in the 21st century and isn't even a sculpture.. or AI.. (iamliterallyshreadingmypillowsheetrightnow.) Don't even get me started with his eyes...goodness-ish, they consumed every colour put together...seriously, no jokes. I'm gonna Google on it, i'll make sure to get a snap and place out to the internet because why so finnee..am tripping, aren't i.. Lollies.. I know what you're thinking... How do i intend to get so close enough to get a snap of my 'beloveth's' eyes..? simple-ish..cause i aren't doing that at all.. Am not even bold to walk to any destination whenever i catch him in sight..like i literally just freeze on a spot!!..its a torture(imagine my crying emoji littering this place with vigorous tears if this wasn't on a book, lol.) His name is UNKNOWN, to me.. and i don't have the guts in the world to get that from him..he isn't my classmate,nope! I don't do small boys.he doesn't look like a teacher either..i don't see him during classes session or at the cafeteria either..never bumped into him on the way to the office to serve grounded punishment for not taking classes...(I promise.. I'm not a baddie-ish. Baddies are beautiful.) I only see him at the close of school hours walking swiftly into the school's field on shorts,always on shorts. Could he be a parent..NOWAY! He's too hot to be a dad yet. I'd cry on that waste! (sighs) Anyways, diary, you got to know the weird guy who's in town and jumping around in my memory lane... Let's talk about something else before Mum comes in to call out for dinner.