Bad Boy Diego

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                    I couldn't take it any more, I wanted Diego, no I needed Diego. I never should have yelled at him for kissing Dora. We weren't even really together, we kissed like once, how foolish of it was me to think that just because we kissed we MEANT something. I shouldn't have allowed myself  to hope someone like him would ever like someone like me. Diego with his cool hair and his designer clothes, his don't care attitude, he was a bad boy and a bad boy could never like someone as boring as me. I ran home and slammed my door shut. I turned on my sad bitch hours playlist, welcome to the black parade immediately started blasting through my phone speakers. I dejectedly crawled into my bed. 

                    Staring at my ceiling I sighed, hopefully things would work out with me and Diego? But maybe that was just wishful thinking, him and Dora did look eerily similar. I couldn't get that thought out of my mind. As far as I knew, when you decided to do the devil's tango (sex), you would start to look similar to the other person ?? Old married couples do always look the same,...or maybe health class wasn't right???

                      Whatever, I was thinking too much about their relationship, Diego was a fuckboy I shouldn't have hoped for something more. DING !  My phone pinged letting me know that Diego had just posted something, I begrudgingly unlocked my phone and went to Instagram first...