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3 mai 2013

In every college there was that sexy boy every

In every college there was that sexy boy every girls dream, his friends, your best friends, the stupid students, the smart ones, the parasites who cheated from you, the bad and good teachers, those type of students who were always high!! and me, I was that kind of girl who did not care about boyz, a beautiful stranger could pass next to me and I wouldn't even blink!! boys were for me only a different body and weird minds!!

yeah that was me!! I'm gona try to partage my feelings with you guys and forgive my baaad english :D

Ten years ago, I started school with so much curiosity, I loved science and I still do, If science was a man I would marry him for sure!! the only thing that I cared about are my studies nothing else matter,I was good on my studies (except for Maths!), I was that funny girl, friendly and so sociable! every one loved me just because I was good with them!! and I was respected because I was the teacher's daughter!!

On those days, girls were only talking about him, Rachid, that handsome and sexy boy (girls dream :p) , "oh look here he comes", "give me a piece of him", "shit nice body and hair!!"!! and he knew that girls were into him! so imagine how proud he was!!

On special thursdays, I used to wake up at 9:30 AM so I can get to school at 10:00 AM, and every time I came to school I found girls watching him playing soccer!! they were watching him sweat and shaking his hair!! yeah the boy was sexy and he is still that sexy!! black long hair, wicked smile and beautiful black eyes!! while I was that simple girl who men would take as a friend....I'm not a beauty but every one loved my smile and my positive mood!!

Aicha & Hasna were my bestfriends, we used to hang out soooo much together and as all the girls from my school they were also loving Rachid, and on the school break they were asking me to spy on him to see if he was looking at them, and as their friend I used to do what they want just to make them happy! and myself too, cause I was watching rachid's friend who was such a lovely boy, brown hair, sweet skin, a good body shape and a beautiful green eyes... DAMN he was an angel!! So every day, I had this job "to spy on Rachid" hhhh I loved those days!! and while I was spying on him I did not know that I was growing feelings for him inside me, I was happy to see him to and he was looking at me too! maybe because I was the only girl who did not give a shit about him or something else who knows!!?? I used to catch him looking at me while I was talking, playing sport and also while I was talking to my mom the french teacher.

As I was on my way to school, I started to see him taking the same way as mine, while he used to take another one before, something about him started to change he became more focused on me, ha was trying to get closer and talk while I was pushing him away!! he was a year older than me, and he use to come next to my class and start to talk to every girl... maybe he was trying to make me jealous while I did not care I had only one thought "ASSHOLE" and cause  I had this education from my mother that used to tell me that men wasn't creatures to trust and I must be careful from them cause they can break a woman's heart, at my age ( 13 ) I did not know what love is and also a heartbreak, but from the way that my mom use to tell me and how girls can became after a love relationship I did not wanted to end up like this, and also in Morocco, my country, It was forbidden to go out with a boy cause that could ruin a girl's reputation!!

But I wanted to talk to him, and get to know him more cause I knew that behind that pretty and wicked face he was a good boy!! and i started to feel strange feelings for that I hadn't felt before, and more I was danying them more they started to grow up! 

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I'll finish my story later got to catch my class, leave me some comment so I can ameliorate my writting, and thanks!!

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