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 ...