Writing in my diary, the door to the room opened and Courtney and Kenzie walked in. "Hey, Bella, what are you doing?" Courtney asked.
"Nothing, just writing in my diary," I replied. "How was your dinner?"
"It was great, but too bad you couldn't come," She said.
"Yeah,"
Kenzie chipped in, "You couldn't come or you just didn't want to come?"
"It's actually both," I responded looking at her.
"No, it's not. You just didn't want to come, and I think I know why," Kenzie said.
"You do?" I questioned.
She nodded, sitting on the bed beside me. "You hate Aaron."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "I don't hate him."
"Yes, you do. Otherwise, why wouldn't you hang out with us?"
"Nothing, I just..." My words broke, and I looked at them, waiting for me to say something.
"Just what? If you don't like Aaron, just say it. We won't mind at all," Courtney said.
"You won't?" I questioned, and they nodded. "In that case, you are honestly right, I don't like Aaron."
"But why? You don’t even know him and you
