Your toxic boyfriend decided to throw a part at your mansion, without telling you.

Your enemy, Keith, was goofing around in the living room when, after a few drinks, started looking for the bathroom.

He wandered into your room when he saw a plain looking “book” on the floor.

After a few minutes of reading your diary he began to regret bullying you.

You walking into your room, upset about the whole party thing when you saw him sitting on the floor with your diary open in his hands.