Dear Journal,
So, Grey-Man hasn't answered any of my calls since yesterday. None of my texts either. I was a good person for telling him not to do it, right. Or was I bidding for not telling an adult? That would be snitching, but maybe he wouldn't be where he is now if I had told someone.
Um, another problem, the whole Alex and Thomas situation has not been forgotten. I still have no clue what I should do. I can tell Thomas, but he will be mad at me for not telling him anything. Plus, I still don't know how to break it to him, if I do, of course. I'm still on the fence about that. Maybe I should just leave Tucson. Maybe hike to Phoenix, live the life there.
God and the party tomorrow will probably be crazy, I don't even know if I want to go anymore. And now Grey-man isn't coming, god, I'll be dead before sunrise.
"So, question. If you're not writing in your diary, and instead of writing in your journal, please explain to me, why you have the words dear in every entry. I feel like you're trying to prove to yourself it's not a Diary." Someone schemes from behind me. I turn around to see Thomas, his history book in hand. I look back down at my journal, chuckling.
Don't be awkward.
"Uh, I guess you could guess that, but you have to remember it's just a theory," I say, smirking as I push my leather journal back into its secure place in my locker. I swap it out with my History book. "We'll see." He says simply, as I shut my locker.
"Need help finding your class," I say, teasing him. "Nope, just needed someone to walk with." He says, shrugging. We walk down the hallway, us having the same first-class, is pretty awesome. I wink at two pretty girls, and they both gushes, just before turning away.
"You love doing that, don't you?" Thomas asks me, not looking in my direction. I shift my books to the other arm so I can comb through my hair. "Uh, I guess," I say, looking down at my worn-down chucks. "So, what is its power?" He asks, and I swiftly shake my head. I look towards him, rubbing that back of my neck.
"Kiss him."
I quickly stop in my tracks, what the hell was that?! "Um, Thomas, what did you say?" Thomas stops, not noticing I stopped a couple of strides ago. "Um, I said is it power?" He says scanning my face confused. "No! After that. Why would you say that?" I question, looking up at him with straightened eyes. He tilts his head, still confused.
"I- I don't understand what you're talking about. I didn't say anything after that." Thomas explains, then who said that? I look around the hallway, their people watching. Can't lose my reputation. "Oh, shit, sorry man. Let's get back to class." I say as if I was just hearing things. Was I hearing things?
"Kiss him."
I ignore it this time, instead, tentatively combing my hand through my hair to keep me preoccupied. "So, you want to tell me what the hell was that about?" Thomas says, glancing at me, before back at the halls. "Thought I heard something, guess I didn't," I say simply. We make a left, and climb up a flight of stairs.
"Yeah, but usually when I hear something, I don't make a big fiasco about it," Thomas explains. I just shrug, not wanting to talk about it.
"Love him."
"I just am not feeling too good; you know how that stuff is." Thomas nods his head, and I guess he understands that I don't want to talk about it anymore. We finally make it to History, and I turn around so I'm facing him. "Hey, save a seat for me, I'm going to go to the bathroom quick," I explain, not giving Thomas enough time to answer, before walking off.
Once I'm not seen anymore, I run to the nearest bathroom, bolting into one and heading straight for one of the mirrors. I look at myself, my jean jacket, my red face from running, my blond hair tousled. "I know you want to." This time, the voice wasn't commanding, and way calmer.
"Who the hell. Are you some kind of fucking ghost?!" I yell hoping the ghost could hear me. I look all around the empty bathroom, not finding a single soul, dead or alive. "No dummy, I'm god." The voice says, and I instantly look up at the ceiling, before facepalming. Wait, I thought God didn't want us to sin. Why would he want me to date a guy?
"Wow, you fell for that, I'm not actually god." I turn back to the mirror, only to see a girl's face, smiling at me. I turn around to see a girl with long brown hair. She has pale skin, though her outfit looks like it was from a magazine. "Like what you see?" Wait, she's the voice, holy shit, she's in my head!
"Indeed, I am in your head." She waves her arms, as I step away from the being, backing up into the sink. What the hell is she? "Imagine me like I'm your angel. I'm just not from God." Holy shit she can read my thoughts. "I thought we got past that?" She laughs at her joke, before looking back at me. "So, you're like a real person. But you're in my head." I say, trying to understand why she looks so real.
"Yeah, I'm your friend. Only I can read your thought and desires." She says, leaning on a stall, only she's not leaning on a stall, or anything for that matter because she is a- "If you fucking say ghost one more time, I am going to haunt you like one." She threatens, and I shiver because she could probably do that.
"What are you doing here?" I ask her, and she shrugs, still smiling. "Those are not questioning I'm necessarily good at answering." She says, before walking out of the bathroom. I look at the opening into the hallway, shocked. For an imaginary friend, she looks like a real person.
I walk out of the hall, only to find Angel girl walking around the hallway. Oh god. I walk down the hallway, making the right turn to get back to history. Angel girl follows close behind, watching me. So, are you going to stay here? "Do you want me to?" She starts to walk up to me, though her footsteps are silent.
No, I don't! I know it's weird to talk to someone with your thoughts, but it's the easiest way to not look weird. Í Then yes, I am." She says, twirling herself around to wink at me. I glare back. I get to the front of the history room, before looking at her, leaning on the wall. "You want me to stay here, like a dog, don't you?" She asks, and I sigh. Even though she is imaginary, I still feel bad.
But not that bad.
I'm trying not to fail this class. But you can stay, just have to shut up. She rolls her eyes and follows me in, and I look for Thomas. When I finally see him, I walk up to him, smiling, then sitting down next to him. "So, you now want to talk to me?" He asks, a smirk on his face.
"Do you now want to talk to me? Why does he have to sound so rude? I can't believe your friends with such a-" "Yeah, I had to take a break. I think it was social media or some shit like that, it was just weird. But now I'm feeling a lot better." I lie, hoping he believes me.
Thomas nods understandingly, smiling while patting my shoulder. "Oh my god, he's touching you! The next thing is a kiss and then-" "Life can be like that sometimes. You just have to bring yourself back down from that online space." He says, smiling before going back to his book.
"What are you reading?" I ask him, looking over his shoulder. He looks up at me, his eyes having some sort of twinkle. "Oh, I've reread this book a billion times. I just really love it. It's called Assassins and Blood." He says, stopping himself before he could say anything else.
"Aw, Parker. Your future boyfriend is going to be so cute." Can you be quiet for one second?! "Nope, it's kind of my thing." I all of a sudden feel tapping on my shoulder, I look to see Thomas trying to get my attention. "Are you sure you're ok, you spaced out for a second?" He says as I nod my head.
"Yep, it's just been a long day." He looks at me, an eyebrow raised. "Really? It's morning." "Damn your caught, you might as well kidnap him, and run off into the sunset." "It's been a long morning; I think I need coffee," I say, leaning my head on the desk.
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"Oh, well I'm sorry for messing up the experiment, I should have checked the chemicals you picked," Thomas says, and I instantly pick my head up. "You," I start pointing to his chest. "Did, absolutely nothing wrong, you hear me. I should have looked closer at the labels. If it weren't for you, I would have been dead." I explain, as he gives me a gentle smile.
"Aw, that is so sweet. I need a photo for the photo album." Thomas smiles at me, just as the teacher walks in. "Thanks, man." He says, before turning his attention to the teacher.
Hey I'm back! So I decided to clear up somethings about the main character in this chapter, since I didn't do it before. First, yes technically Park is Asian, Korean to be specific. I told my friend this and she thought he was someone else, so more clarifications. Next, this is not a fan fiction of any sort. Better yet, this isn't a BTS fanfic with Park Jimin as the main character. Though the main character is Korean and name is Park, these two people are not simmular in any way. I got this question a lot on my channel so I thought I might adress it, lol. Also, about the voice, it's a hallucination. Parks mind made it up as a result of something you'll find out later. She's mostly just joking with him, since she didn't know anyone besides Park and Thomas, so she quickly ships them. She's basically the readers lol!
P.S: For now on, to not confuse Angel Girl from real people, she will use "~" that after she talks, so I hope that helps distinguish between everyone. I really hope this helps, and bye!