Secrets Unfold - Graphic (rosie project txt) 📗

her pocket. She handed me my Italian pizza and helps another customer. I sit down into a comfy blue couch and place my pizza in front of me. I take a bite and feel recharged again. Pizza is my charger. The door opens, blasting cold air in like an AC on -80 degrees. Zach was standing in the doorway like a superhero. More like superhuman. They both made Zach look bad. Zach smiled at the sight of me. He joins me in the corner. "Waz up?" he asks me settling into his black recliner. I smile at him and take another bite into my pizza. He took my other slice and studies it for a while. He wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Yo, you like Italian pizza?" he asks me astonished. I nod. Who didn't? No. It was a pretend question. One for me to answer/ argue. "Why don'tcha eva talk?" he asks me. I shrug. "Why are so annoying?" I throw back. He looked hurt for half a second and then grinned. "Yo Do you gots uh date fo' da get5 jiggy wit i tomorrow? what the fuck sup now?" he says annoyed when I don't respond. I hate it when people talk like pimps or gangstas. Dat's right, gangsta. Not gangster. "I don't like it when people talk like gangstas." I nag at him. He frowns then smiles. "It's hard te- to keep ye-you happy, ye-you know." stammered out Zach. I smile. It's cute when he tries to talk properly. "Yes. Yes I know that it's hard to keep me happy." Zach tilted his head to look at me. "You get my text, yet?" he asks me. Woah, Zach is very annoying. "I dunno. I wasn't able to check my messages for like three days." I say pulling out my phone and checking my messages. Zach starts looking uncomfortable again. I look at my message from Zach. I read it and my mouth go's dry. "You're kidding me. You're lying. You already have a girlfriend." I tell him. He narrows his eyes at me. "No. Never did. Was to good for dem-them." Zach corrects himself. "Just promise me that you're not lying." I say.
"I promise."
Diary Time#2

Dear Dimwitted Diary,
Today is Sunday. Yesterday was a blast. I had lotta fun. Zach even taught me how to talk like a pimp. I figured that if he can't learn to talk like proper english, I'll just learn how to talk like a pimp. I'm not saying he's a pimp. Or his language. He's toooooooo cute for it. Anyways, my mom stopped crying and getting lost in her thoughts. She's starting to pay attention again. Like opening the door when I ring the doorbell. I'm going back to the freak show to take pictures today. It's perfect weather. Looks like it's going to be a heavy lightning storm later on. Soooooo, see you later. There's not much going on today, anyways.
cocoa,
Jordyn
The doorbell rang and I went downstairs to open the door. It was Zach. He was probably visiting Derek. "I'll get Derek." I tell him. "Wait!" he stops me midway up the stairs. "I'm here to see you." he blushes. I pull him inside and close the door behind him. I drag him upstairs into my room. "Yo nice place in the hood." he comments before crashing onto my bed. Uh oh. I forgot to put my diary away. Zach's eyes rest on it. He reach's for it. I grab it first. He grins. He knows it's a diary. I take a step back. "Yeah. This isn't what you think it is. It's a journal for-um health class." I lie. "Yo You don' take healf class. It's not on your tyme table." he notices looking at my time table pinned onto a mini billboard I have in my room. He flashes a grin back at me. "It's a diary!" he cries. He pulls it out of my hands rapidly and flips through the pages. "NO!" I cry. I land on him and I take the diary. I get up to run but Zach grabs me by the waist. He pulls me down and tries to take it out of my hand. Instead, he pulls me up. I have a tight grasp on the diary. I had made a promise to myself. Nobody can read my diary until I'm fifty. If I die younger, I'll haunt whoever tries to read the diary. Even if it has to be Zach. He laughs and rips the diary out of my hands. We tumble around while I try to grab the diary and Zach keeps it away from me. I finally take Zach under. We end up with me sitting on top of Zach's chest and his arms pinned down with my arms. He had the diary in one of his hands. Zach snickered. If I let go of his arm, and reach for the diary, he'll obviously overpower me. But he'll also overpower me if I stay in this position too long. Too late. he overpowers me with his arms, throws the diary on the ground and pulls me into his arms. "Forget the diary,*He won't!* the real reason I was here because I wanted to do this." he talked a full sentence without talking like a pimp. I sit there in his lap, awkwardly. His blue eyes crying for attention. His blonde hair is like the usual but more flippy looking today. His looks are to die for. Only god deserves such a beautiful thing. I don't mean that Zach should die and god gets him but he's just so...ahhhh*sigh*. I'm starting to feel self-conscious the way he's looking at me. "Are you done checking me out?" he asks laughing. I push away from him. What was I thinking for a second? Kissing him? Ughh. I'm starting to become demented like other girls. "I was not checking you out. I don't check anyone out." I throw back at him and it was true. "That makes you a hater." Zach points out picking something up off the ground. I realize it's a teddy bear. My teddy bear that I built at Build a Bear or something like that. Zach laughs at what my teddy bear's wearing. What's wrong with biker clothes? "Can you get me some water?" asks Zach innocently. I give him a suspicious look. Zach giggles. He puts his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. Relax, babe. I'll come with ye if ye don't trust me." he said getting up. "I'm not your babe, Zach." I say correcting him. Zach gives me the Slender Man look. "Yes you are. I'm going to call you that from now on. Babe." he adds. I roll my eyes. "Go bother Derek or somebody." I say with a wave of my hand. "Okay. Babe." he laughs. I give him the Slender Man look. "Everyone will think that I'm close to you or something." I say turning around and heading towards the bathroom. I bend down and pick up a pair of boxing shorts. "Nice ass. Can I squeeze it?" asks Zach to me. "No." I respond picking up my other clothes and shooting them into my laundry basket. "Please?" Zach pleads. I shake my head. "Would you do it for my massive erection?" he asks. "No." I repeat. "You're such a virgin." he tries to insult me but I shrug. It's true. Having *** it disgusting and demented. Only dorky high schoolers have it. Excluding Zach. "You're the only girl who makes me have an erection ye know. You get my attention." Zach pouts.
"I get it all the time anyways." I smile.
Zach curses under his breath.
"Well, not anymore. Where's Derek? You're boring me." Zach yawns.
"And giving you a massive erection." I add.
Zach mutters something under his breath but I can't make out the words.
"See you later. Babe. I gotta go solve the problem in my pants." he winks at me. "Though I could just stay here..." Zach smiles wickedly. I shake my head. "I'd rather you leave then stay and solve the problem in your pants here with me." I say walking towards the door of my room. Zach pushes the door closed with me against it. "Ooooh, that was easy. Now what I gotta do? Jus take you to bed or some'" I try to push him away but he's too strong for me. I guess this is why I never win any of my brother and I's arm wrestling match. "I'm serious Zach. Get the eff off of me!" I try to body check him off but he just laughs. "Rude much?"
"Flirty much? Go do this to some other chick." I roll my eyes.
"So you consider yourself a chick." Zach raises his eyebrows.
"No. I consider myself a nobody."
"Lemme guess, you don't want to have sex with me because you like some other guy?"
"No. I don't like anyone."
"So, you're a hater." I caught off guard at his words.
"I am not a hater. Never will be."
"Prove it."
"Not going to happen."
"That proves you're a hater."
"I am not a hater, I am a virgin."
"But you said you are a nobody."
I groan. Zach laughs at me. He always proves himself right somehow.
"Please Zach, I'm not in the mood for this."
"Do you mean-" I cover his mouth with my hand. "Don't say it. It's disgusting and demented." I feel Zach smile in my hand and say it loud enough for it not to be muffled. I cover my ears. "My dad will arrest you and send you to rot in jail if he finds out what you're doing to me." I warn Zach. "My dad will bail me out. He's one of the best lawyers in the country, remember?" Zach reminded me. I guess that's how he won against me in our argument. "But I won't do it to you if you don't want to but don't come running back to me and be like 'Er Mah Gawd, Zach! Like, can I have sex with you?" I cover my ears but I laugh at the same time. He was mimicking Kenisha, the Cheer leading Squad's captain. She had said the exact same words to him in the exact same tone of voice. I start having hysterics when I remember when she got rejected. I fall onto the ground and pound on the floor with my fists. "You okay?" asks Zach smiling down at me. "Yea...I'm....fine!" I feel like I'm being tickled.