Basket Boys Lunch.

I don’t know what to do. Today was the basket boy’s lunch and I purposely bid on someone else to see what Bryce would do.  Turns out he wanted to kiss me because that was exactly what he tried to do in front of an entire room of students and teachers.  I was so confused that I went straight home and into my room and didn’t come out for the rest of the evening. I mean we are talking about Bryce Loski here. The same Bryce that didn’t want to have anything to do with me. The Bryce that hated me for 6 years and now he won’t leave me alone. He’s been coming up to the house every 5 minutes asking to talk to me, doesn’t he get that I’m confused and need space? Then dad let him in and the next thing I knew he was planting a tree in our backyard. A sycamore tree that too and suddenly I realized all this time I have known Bryce we haven’t really talked. Maybe my mothers right maybe there is more to Bryce Loski than I know, maybe it’s time to meet him in the proper light, and maybe I should get to know him.

The Dinner.

Ever felt like punching someone in the face?  I have and let me tell you it’s not such a good feeling. Especially when this certain someone is trying to apologize to you all night. Basically we had to go over to the Loskis for dinner and I had overheard Bryce making fun of me in the library. I didn’t want to go but mum was so happy about the whole evening that I didn’t want to upset her. That was one of the slowest nights of my life and having to sit there across the dining table and stare at those gorgeous blue eyes and not feel anything at all, no fluttering in my tummy, no strange feeling, no fireworks. It was the hardest thing I have had to do in a while. I apologized with out thinking twice and left it at that. I don’t care anymore. I don’t have feelings for him, I have moved on and I’m glad about it. 

The Yard.

I don’t care anymore I don’t care if this house isn’t ours and this yard isn’t our responsibility, I live here and I’m going to make it look right. This afternoon I started fixing the yard and let me tell you it is one of the longest processes I’ve ever heard of. The only thing that kept me going was Bryce. I could hear his voice in my head saying “ because your backyard is like covered in turds! Look at your place Juli! Just look at it. It’s a complete drive!” I spent all afternoon plunging at bushes and raking out unwanted branches, pretending each branch was Bryce’s head. I got a surprise visit though, Chet, Bryce’s grandfather came around to give me a hand on the yard. At first it was pretty awkward but then I started to tell him about my life. He understood me; he understood what I was feeling. I think this is going to make a huge difference.

The Eggs.

How can anyone be so rude? How can anyone just take something from someone and throw it away with out even thinking twice? I’ve been giving the Loskis eggs for a few years now only to find out Bryce has been throwing them out everyday of those years. I haven’t hated someone this much in years. He hurt me so much. He told me his mum was afraid they would get salmonella because our yard was such a mess. How can he say that to my face? I hate him. I hate his attitude.