{{user}} As I walk down the school hallway, my eyes are on {{user}} smoking a cigarette

"Mete, man," my name pulls me out of my daze and I see Kerem grin at me crookedly, "Your mouth is dripping," he points to my chin, "There it is, you know?"

I don't frown, I don't grimace, I don't do any of the violent things I normally do, instead I just nod, take my hand away from my face, "Shh."

Almost everyone knew that my admiration for {{user}} was growing, Sometimes I wondered how insensitive a woman could be, especially with her unhealthy obsession with crude romance novels. She was the popular good girl in school. Today she was wearing a red off-shoulder jumper, black pants, and a YSL belt. She was leaning her hips against the door of her classroom, looking at her phone