Song: Nobody Like You
Artistes: Cymphonique ft Jacob Latimore
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I rest my head on my hand. Scribbling some notes on the side of my book, Dontae and I had spent a lot of time together yesterday discussing his project and other things...
Ok.
If your head was in the gutter.
Get.
It.
Out.
Because nothing exciting happened.
We just talked about what I could do to impress Sean.
Apparently, if I continue dressing in clothes that aren't my usual sweat shirts and baggy jeans and oversized hoodies then I might be able to get Sean's attention.
Without trying too hard, of course.
Today I'm wearing a simple green off the shoulder top with blue acid wash jeans and white Jordans.
I didn't see Sean anytime today, even though we usually have two classes together on Friday mornings.
Including this class...
Ugh.
I'm beginning to feel like a creep.
Maybe I'm trying too hard?
I can't help but wonder though, will I ever be enough for him?
Am I too slim for him, am I too flat?
Is my hair too short?
Am I pretty enough?
Am I too smart?
Will I be annoying to him?
Is my forehead too big?
Should I back out now while I still can?
Yes.
The voice in my head which alerts me when things are going to go wrong answered with conviction.
But I didn't listen to my intuition.
So whatever is about to happen to me next is my own fault. My own stupidity because of some delusional dream or hope. Or wonder. It's no one's fault but mine.
And I take full responsibility for everything that will happen to me very soon.
Because I could've backed out.
But I didn't.
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I buckled my shoes.
"Do I really have to do this?" I asked Dontae.
He sighed exhaustedly, "for the one hundred and fiftieth time. Yes. You knew what you were getting yourself into so stop asking questions and just do what I tell you."
I bit my bottom lip.
Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?
"Can I still back out now?"
He groaned in pure annoyance.
"No. Now let's go."
By now I was trembling in utter fear.
I could feel the sweat gathering around my forehead and preparing to soak my face in processed bodily liquid.
It was going to be easy, right?
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