Dennis was still a little upset with Romilda, despite what he'd written in the journal. He felt as if she lied to him, about liking him. How could you like someone you pitied that much? But he still found himself coming to her room with notes dutifully in hand. He had to try. She was the only real friend he had. That Justin kid was nice to him but he wasn't really a friend. And Emily... he'd just met her. And how sad was it that these were the only people he considered friends?
A girl who thought he was pathetic, a girl he hardly knew and a boy he'd met only a few times.
His life had become a complete disaster.
He eased into Romilda's room, "Romilda?" he called out hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt if she was naked or something. Girls did that didn't they? Run around naked.