Leah's POV

"Where the hell have you been?" Danny demanded.

"Out," I mumbled. I watched as Danny looked me up and down from his chair on the front porch. When he got to my face, he gasped.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked.

"Did who hurt me?" I wondered, already knowing the answer. He looked over to his left and made eye contact with my mother, who looked uneasy.

"We know you've been visiting Jimmy," he explained. I felt tears begin to form in my eyes as he said his name. "What did he do to you?"

"He broke my heart," I cried. I ran into the house just as the tears began to flow from my eyes. I flopped myself onto my bed and sobbed for hours until I was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Go away," I yelled.

"It's me," my mother said softly. "Can I come in?" When I didn't say anything, she took the silence as a "yes" and made her way into my room. I noticed a small brown book in her hands as she took a seat at the edge of my bed.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" No, I thought. However, when I opened my mouth to speak, the truth tumbled out before I had a chance to stop it. When I was finished, my mother didn't say anything. Instead, she handed me the small brown book.

"What is this?" I asked curiously.

"Its Jimmy's journal," she answered.

"Why do you have his journal?" I questioned.

"I did some investigating of my own, and you know what I found?" she pressed.

"What?" I asked.

"A boy who really cares about you," she explicated. "Read entries 150-200. They're all about you." I opened up the old journal and flipped to entry 150.

Dear Journal,

Do you believe in love at first sight? I didn't . . . until today. There's this girl that just joined my gym today. Her name is Leah Mercer. I've seen her around school, but I've never had a class with her before.

I flipped to entry 167.

Dear Journal,

I can't stop thinking about her. Her beauty is exquisite. I love the way her silky, blonde hair sways back and forth when she runs and the way her eyes twinkle under the fluorescent lights in the gym.

"Did you read all these?" I asked.

"I did," my mother smiled. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around me. "This boy loves you. I can tell, even if you can't."

"So, do you think he's been set up?" I asked.

"Do you think he's been set up?" she repeated.

"I do," I replied truthfully.

"Then I do too," she agreed. I watched as she got up off my bed and started heading toward the door.

"Where are you going?" I called.

"I better get started if we're gonna win this case," she smiled.