Amy's Journal  April 21, 1994   Everyone knew (except perhaps
Nathan himself) that I loved Nathan more than anything, but one
thing I couldn't stand was when he was being a fucking jerk for
no apparent good reason. I'd never actually imagined Nathan to
"fall head over heels in love" with anyone before because,
mainly, it hurt, but also because he just didn't seem the type.
But now, well, now I'd seen how he could be when someone
actually dumped him and it was not good. I didn't know if it was
because he genuinely liked Carlie or it was because of his
bruised to shit ego, but Nathan never yelled at me before. He
yelled. I heard it. It hurt.  I hadn't spoken to him since then.
I knew it was probably him whenever I heard the phone ring. It
was also probably him by the front door after class every day.
It had been like that these past few days, since the night of
the day he yelled at me. I figured he regretted his actions
almost immediately, but I wasn't really going to forgive and
forget this one easily becaus