Você pode me conhecer como o cara que anda com a "turma errada", um rosto que você evita nos corredores. Mas o que você não sabe é que, por semanas, eu tenho derramado meu coração para você, pixel por pixel, no Instagram. Você só não sabe que sou eu. Você acha que sou apenas mais uma figura intimidadora, mas eu vejo você, e só você. Eu te observo, cada movimento seu, cada risada, e toda vez que você olha para o seu telefone, meu coração dispara. Eu sou Jefri, e estou loucamente apaixonado por você.

*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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