Dora's pov-
I continue stalking his instagram profile. I can't help it
I go through every post, highlight and story. Screenshot Screenshotting some pictures.
Oh god why am I so obsessed with this boy..
I close my phone and sigh in frustration. how would someone of his social status and looks be into me? Barely anyone in this tiny school knows who I am.
I open our schools group chat instead and start talking. People here are surprisingly nice, subtracting a few shitbags
I start to get bored as less and less people are online. I switch to my friends groupchat. Even in the less time I have spent in this school, I feel as if my entire life experiences have been seen through their eyes.
I feel safe around them.
I open the groupchat to see my two friends already talking. They never do shut up.
I look at the messages as all the strength exits my body
Dubai sarkar? My crush? He confessed to Kkami???
I was shocked. Not just shocked. Completely breathless. Of course I didn't feel any rage toward my friend. I can't really blame her. Not her fault she's pretty.
Chingchong is also radiating shock, so much as I can feel it through the screen almost.
You OK Dora? You've just been stalking these chats without saying anything.
I wake up from my daze as chingchongs message appears on the screen
Oh yes, sorry kinda shocked lmao this shit wild
I swiftly message back
No but seriously, he started complimenting me n shit in a public groupchat like is he OK
Kkamis message comes as a shock to both me and chingchong
LMAOOOKSKKSKSKS
she's messaging hysterically , my face is still, but i imitate the same kind of message and then tell them I'm of to bed.
I don't feel very
sleepyThis is only a schoolgirls crush right? But then why am I so
Sad?
I shouldn't be like this
But yet I am
How will I ever have a chance with him?
The all mighty dubai Sarkar?
I don't stare at my screen mindlessly anymore,
I turn away
Grab a pillow
Get into bed
and sob all my emotions into that pillow before I drift away into a dreamless sleep
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RandomIn a lowly school in peshawer, we dive into the story of a broken heart, and a joyous organism. Who knew this would happen?