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I felt like shit.
That was an understatement.
I feel horrible. I can't imagine how he feels right now. All I could think about was how much he probably hates me.
It was the weekend but I had a little luck in seeing Bryson at basketball practice today. He was beside coach all day as side coach.
The worst part was when I walked up to speak to him he ignored me. Like completely ignored me. I was standing right in front of him, but somehow I was invisible to his eyes.
It hurt so freaking badly. But I told myself I deserved it. I deserved to be ignored and hated for making him feel like shit.
Sure I feel something for Bryson. But I just can't explain it to him. It's so hard for me. I've never felt about a boy like I have with Bryson. I wish he understood that.
I told him from the beginning I was different. And he understood that. But now it's like being different from all these other girls is what's keeping us apart.
If he's really meant to be with m god will somehow put us together in the future.
I couldn't tell him that. It just wasn't right.
Dating?
How can he expect me to date him? I could never do that. He would always joke about it with his friends calling me his ‘Girl’ I didn't think he was serious.
HE'S SERIOUS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
Ugh what have I gotten myself into?
“Uhh why are you staring at your phone?”
I saw Masoud at the door of my room looking at me curiously.
That's when I noticed I was hanging from my bed upside down as my my hair reached the ground. I stared at my phone as my feet were rested on the wall.
Chase told me Bryson would call me. I took his word for it as I stared at my phone all day. I kinda lost hope after the way Bryson ignored me at practice today.
“I'm just waiting for a call Masoudy” I whispered.
I heard his little footsteps coming closer to me. We stared at each other as I was still upside down.
He came onto my bed and laid down beside me. He flipped himself over in the same position as I was. Now we both stared at the ceiling.
“Are you sad Dina?” he asked.
“I'm not sad Masoud” I smiled.
“Because if you are it's okay so be sad sometimes” he said looking at me.
I sighed “I am sad” I mumbled.
“I can tell” he said flipping onto his stomach.
His little hands rested on the corners of my lips. He started tugging on my frown.
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The Hijabi's Best Mistake
SpiritualCopyright© "Leave me alone!" I said pushing at his chest so he would let me go. Every step I took back he took another closer towards me. "I knew I could crack your code" he smirked so accomplished with himself. "What do you want from me?" I asked...
