0.1. Prologue

Rahila's POV

I clicked my phone shut for the hundredth time, wondering why I was so bothered by something so minimal. I had sent him a simple text a while ago, he responded and that was it. A response to the question I asked.

Kingsley, are you resuming school by the week's end?

No, maybe next week, came the response.

What was left to say? Try as I might there was nothing I could do to keep my hands from reaching to my phone once again under the guise of skimming through the recent notifications on my phone. I checked my last chat with him again hoping to see a new text or something new from him.

My heart sank as the last chat remained the same as before. Ping! A new message notification just popped on my screen. I tapped in to see it was a text from Ahmed.

Since you can't make it for lunch today, how about dinner at my place, my treat this Thursday?

Ahmed, my annoying classmate has been trying hard for as long as I can remember to 'win me over' and become my 'one and only' (precisely in his own words).

It's funny how the attention you crave so much from one particular person is given to you by an entirely different person. And the more he ignored you the more your feelings for him continued to grow, even when you were fully aware he's not good for you.

Sadly, this was my current predicament. I constantly craved his attention the way one would crave a beneficial necessity. I know deep down that whatever I do, I cannot suppress my feelings, so what am I- a young girl with a blooming heart supposed to do?

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XOXO

Bernard Cessy