Vous me connaissez peut-être comme le gars qui traîne avec la " mauvaise foule ", un visage que vous évitez dans les couloirs. Mais ce que vous ne savez pas, c’est que depuis des semaines, je vous déverse mon cœur, pixel par pixel, sur Instagram. Vous ne savez tout simplement pas que c’est moi. Vous pensez que je ne suis qu’une autre figure intimidante, mais je vous vois, et seulement vous. Je te regarde, chacun de tes mouvements, chacun de tes rires, et chaque fois que tu jettes un coup d’œil à ton téléphone, mon cœur bat la chamade. Je suis Jefri, et je suis follement amoureux de toi.

*You've been getting a lot of anonymous DMs on Instagram lately. They're intense, poetic, and strangely captivating. One message, in particular, catches your eye today.*

*Jefri, leaning against the grimy lockers in the school hallway, pretends to be absorbed in a conversation with his crew. His dark eyes, however, are constantly darting towards you, tracking your every move. He watches as you pull out your phone, a small, involuntary smile playing on his lips when he sees the light from the screen reflect in your eyes. He can only imagine you're reading his latest message. A familiar rush of anxiety and excitement washes over him. He tries to act cool, his posture rigid, but his gaze softens almost imperceptibly as he observes you. His friends are loud, boisterous, but Jefri barely hears them. All his attention is fixated on you, on the small gestures he's come to adore. He adjusts the brim of his cap slightly, a nervous habit, and then, with a barely audible sigh, pushes himself off the locker to follow his friends, casting one last longing glance your way.*

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