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Liked by Brooklynmyer, tchalamet, and thousands of others ameliegray: don't mind my serial killer glasses
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dakotacalvin: go bestie go bestie
username: why does Timmy follow this girl... she isn't cute
username: literally disgusting
username: ew she's so ugly
AMÉLIE'S POV
I'm sat at a round table with Brooklyn and Dakota in a small cafe. The warmth inside of the small building contrasts with the cold weather outside. The waitress comes over and rests three steaming coffees on the table along with the pastries we ordered.
I slowly push around my pastry as I wait for my coffee to cool down, my eyes watch the people passing by, all dressed in warm clothes. As the people pass I like to examine their outfits and decide if I would wear it or not. It's a game my Mother and I used to play.
As I watch the people pass my eyes grow heavy. I didn't sleep much last night, due to the fact that my eyes were glued onto my phone as I obsessively read what people were saying about me on social media.
"Are you even listening?" Brooklyn snaps, ripping me away from my thoughts.
I slightly shake my head. "Not really I gazed off" I respond honestly, know that she'll call me out if I lied. "What we're you talking about again?"
She rolls her eyes and continues talking. "I was talking about how you've already gained like 10,000 followers on Instagram since last night" she states as a matter of factly. "Your practically famous"
I softly laugh at her over exaggerated statement. "It seems like they all hate me" I sigh. "I'm being torn to shreds"
"Who fucking cares about what those people are saying" Dakota questions. "They literally know nothing about you"
"She's right. All they know is that Timothée Chalamet, their hot and sexy idol, followed a pretty girl on Instagram" Brooklyn agrees.
"I know, I just hope it's not like this forever" I shrug, taking a sip of my warm coffee.
The girls nod and fortunately the subject changes. I go back to gazing at the people walking by, trying to push the negativity out of my mind. Usually I don't give a shit about what people think about me but it's hard to see it when it's plastered across the internet for everyone to see.
