I hate him so much.
That's all I can think whenever I see him walking down the halls. He's popular, and of course loved by everyone. He's also the most successful student that goes to LaGuardia yet, so of course he has a massive friend group.
Every girl wants to date him, even my closest friends would probably give a limb just to go on a date with him.
I do not suffer from the delusion that they are all living in. Yes he is good looking and has nice hair and tons of money but that is not what makes a perfect boy. I have yet to see this amazing personality everyone speaks of shine through. I'm sure he's just a big hoax, a fraud.
Im making my way to the library for lunch today. I have an acting class fourth period and a massive test to study for.
I plop myself down in a seat closest to the window so that I can work in the sunlight. It's really beautiful outside. It's late spring, the busiest time of year.
Final exams are inching closer and closer and my understanding of the information is nonexistent.
I put my AirPods in and zone out allowing the next half hour to fly before my eyes.
I'm so exaushted, so,e times I question why I came to famous people school in the first place. I hate Timothèe Chalamet beacuse of his fame and fortune just the same I hate every other famous person at this school. So why am I here.
I turn my music up a little louder in an attempt to drown out my own thoughts.
I work for another half hour or so when I'm snapped out of my thoughts my a tap on my shoulder.
I look up to see a- No fucking way
A brown haired boy with green eyes and a sharp jawline is staring down at me.
" You taking the Acting advanced 4 class?" He asks casually like we're already friends or something. We're most definitely not friends but I'm not one to be rude so I plaster on a smile and nod. I certainly won't be rude to him but I won't be one of the girls clinging to him like growth.
" Yeah and I'm probably going to fail. This is impossible" i groan truthfully. I don't care if he thinks I'm stupid.
" Ah I took advanced 4 last year. It was really hard. I actually came over to see if you needed help" he smiles. Not a chance buddy.
I really do need the help but not from him.
" No I'll get it eventually. Thanks though" I say turning back to my book to indicate I'm done with this conversation. He however either doesn't get the hint or doesn't care.
" I think the readers would really like it if we studied together" he smiles into the distance.
The readers? Is he insane?
" Um I already said no thanks" I say masking my confusion behind my blank stare.
" Okay" he says and walks away.
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" so your telling me Timothèe Chalamet the boy with thirty two million followers, 29 movies, 4 charities, the activist for womens rights and Black Lives Matter, the most popular teen heartthrob of the century, the model who was on the cover of vouge, and speaks the sexiest language out there French, asked if you needed help and you told him no? Twice?! What the hell is wrong with you Claire?" My friend Daliah yells at me through her phone.
" And now your really going to sit there and ask ME for help? You could have had a successful actors advice but instead you want the visual arts major? That's fucked up" she says slamming her phone down with me still on the call. The FaceTime screen goes black for a moment before I hear her sigh and pick it back up.
