Suddenly my world was all about Desiree. I had classes with her and I hung out with her - what else could college students possibly do? But the weird thing was, those moments I was with her felt more alive than the moments I spent with my dear, dear friends who by that time already talked only and only about Desiree. It's effin' creepy. Seriously. It's like they were obsessed with her or something.
It didn't bother me much, but I kinda felt left out. Funny, because they still turn to me for advice and guidance. Only my stories no longer amused them except for the ones about Desiree.
"Hey, are you dozing off?"
I snapped my head around. It's Mazmur. Right, I'm at Desiree's headquarter... along with her colony. They called me here to help them with the assignment about a play. It's done; a piece of cake. Now we're having a break.
"Not really," I muttered. Deep sigh.
"Yeah?" he halfheartedly responded.
Mazmur and I came from the same high school but we were in different cliques. He was more of a street genius whose mask was of an indifferent person. Unmotivated. Silent. I just figured out how brilliant he is after we discussed that play. Seriously, what did they need me for when he's already here? But that's okay. At least Desiree's friends are not obsessed with Desiree. Hard to believe. These strangers make me feel more like myself, more... unrestrained.
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