January 17th

“Are you mad at me?” I said, finally getting the courage to talk to John.

“No,” he muttered.

“Really, because you’ve been giving me the silent treatment ever since yesterday.”

“Of course I’m mad Kat, what the hell were you doing on that bus?” He answered.

“I—”

“What would you have done if I wasn’t there, don’t you ever think?”

“Well…I…what the hell were you doing on that bus?” I fired back.

“It’s how I get home.” He retorted.

“Where do you live!?”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

He made me think of the character in my latest book. He’s just another teenager. No one knows that his dad abuses him. Of course this didn’t mean that I thought John was abused. It just made me think that I was assuming what his life was really like when in fact I didn’t know the first thing about it.

I sighed, “You’re right I don’t know the first thing about you but that’s because —”

I was interrupted by John’s lips crashing into mine.

What I was going to say wasn’t that important anyway.