𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐝
A heartbroken Arab supermodel who suffers from bad mental health, but forces herself to be confident in front of the public eye.
𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐯
Heartless Russian mafia heir who's a famous boxer; which he uses to cove...
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𝐓𝐚𝐠, 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭 - 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳
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It's the first day back to school after winter break. I'm now walking inside NYU with Ava and Rome. The first day back always makes me nervous, especially because i know everyone saw me at fashion week. I usually get nervous coming back to school after doing shoots and i know everyone has seen them.
Either it's tabloids, paparazzi photos, fan pics, or my instagram posts i'm afraid of peoples opinions and what they'll say. I don't usually care about what people think of me, but ever since i've been in the public eye i can't help but to care what others think.
We're having breakfast right now at the cafeteria, me and Ava are talking about what we're gonna do today after school "I'm sorry i can't go with you i have a meeting with my agency".
Ava pouts her face she wants to have dinner downtown at this new hotspot everyone has been raving about.
She crosses her arms and i take a bite of my scrambled eggs "What's up with the face sugar" Rome comes over to ask Ava, as if he wasn't just hooking up with some random girl. He sits next to her and she explains: "Alina doesn't wanna go with me to the Tavern" I take the fork out my mouth to explain.
It's not that i don't want to go i can't." she rolls her eyes "You promised that we would go today".
I feel bad because i know that i said that we could go today, but i've been busy with my modeling agency who's been applying me to other agencies in other countries like Europe so it would be easier for me to get jobs.
I also have been bailing on everyone recently because i don't have the motivation to do anything.
All i've been doing is rotting in bed. My parents have started arguing again and i don't really want to hear it from them, so i just stay in my room and hear how everyone calls me lazy. I also feel guilty for not comforting my sister she's only in middle school and i should be there for her.
If it gets too much i would drop her off to our aunts house then come back to clean up the mess that they have made.
All i do is work and sleep. Nobody will understand how much i am trying.
I can't even stomach eating this food right now, it's been getting harder for me to eat recently. I've been getting thinner which is a good thing. During fashion week i had to wake up at 4 am to get sewn into my clothes.
Everyday i have this pressure on my head to lose weight.
I snap back into reality seeing Rome picking up a piece of fruit from off of my place. I smack his hand "Oww, you're not even eating it." he whines dramatically "At least use a fork!" i scold.
