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"Dear Nikki,
I hope you know I'm never giving this book back to you willingly. If you get your grubby paws on it somehow, I'm just going to assume you stole it like the weirdo mutt you are! Besides, why do you even want this thing back? It's hideous!
But luckily for you, I've made some totes cute mods on this thing! And bonus: you'll never know it used to be yours, because you won't recognise it. You don't have the taste to like leopard print, you're way too boring for that.
Ew, I don't even want to think about you right now, I don't even know why I'm addressing this to you, you're never going to read this, ewww. That's like what those girls in those high school films do with those boys they have those sappy crushes on like that's so disgusting?! It reminds me of you a little bit, judging by this shit I've been reading in your older entries in this thing, and besides, it's wayyy too obvious that you like Brandon, your legs shake like an Italian Greyhound if he even looks at you. God!!! Why can't you do that with me instead??? Why can't you be like everybody else and BOW, YOU FAGGOT???!!!
Here's some other things you should know: I saw that Chloe and Zoey of yours in the janitors closet together yesterday and you're lucky I was kind enough not to start spreading rumours, because that'd tank the little popularity they're currently clinging to like RATS instantly. Oh, also, Brandon? I'm taking him with me on a skiing trip this winter, well, it's more of a family outing but it's still gonna be me, him and absolutely NO SIGN of your UGLY, FUCKING MUG.
You piss me off so badly, you have no idea. You're lucky I even tolerate having my locker next to your sorry ass, you stink, bitch.
But, I do have to give you some kind of credit, you're kinda cute. And when I say kinda, I mean lowkey.
I'm talking about your art, you self-absorbed dork.
You've got a neat style, if I could be bothered, I'd be asking you for some tips, but sadly, I don't take advice from losers, especially not insect-exterminating, cheapskate loser bitches, sorry hon.
It's just a shame you're so like, ew.
You've got potential.
Potential to be kinda pretty.
Your only saving grace is your lips, makes you look funny when you smile.
Love,
MacKenzie."
Hollister clung to the bathroom sinks, her face contorted into a scowl as Nikki read through the dropped book, of course it had to land on that entry, one of the worst ones in there, aside from the one with the drawing of them kissing and Nikki's own entries (Ew!). She glared at the girl, ignoring how dizzy she suddenly felt, noting the surprised expression that was slowly spreading across Nikki Maxwells' face.
"MacKenzie..." She started, not looking up from the page.
She drew in a sharp breath, reaching to snatch the book back off the dork.
Nikki stepped back, avoiding the sudden swipe with a shocked gasp.
"I never knew you felt like this..."
Clenching her teeth, she muttered a response. "I don't."
Maxwell suppressed a smile. "Here." Holding the diary infront of her, she offered it back to the girl that had been her mortal enemy since day one at this disgusting school.
MacKenzie took it back, quickly, ignoring how her acrylics lightly scraped the other girl's hand. She hurriedly made a beeline for the bathrooms' exit, she refused to look back, too embarrassed to even make a harsh quip.
"I won't tell."
Her hand stopped at the panel, about to push the door open.
She found herself turning back.
"I promise."
MacKenzie stared for a few seconds, suddenly more vulnerable than she had ever let herself be in her entire life.
With a scoff, she turned back around, muttering "You better.", as she quickly escaped the suddenly claustrophobic bathroom.
Nikki stared after her for a few minutes, running back through all the information she had picked up.
Clutching the side of the bathroom sinks, she finally felt herself breathe for the first time in 10 whole minutes.
She'd keep MacKenzie's- her diary a secret, for both their sakes.