Cheche threw herself on the pallet as she dismissed many doubts in her brain. He still couldn't get over the news at their school that Dylan was finally teaching in their university . If so, she was very nervous at the possibility that her feelings for him will become deeper and she also hopes for the possibilities that they will have a chance to talk to each other.
She was thrown back on the bed when she realized that it was 11:30 PM on the clock.
'I just need to sleep. I'll just resume thinking of you tomorrow, Dylan. '
Even if she forced herself to sleep, she couldn't because by closing his eyes she seemed to see the picture of Dylan that she was really looking forward to seeing before. She's maybe delusional, but that's what love can do to her right now.
'What am I even thinking? This is really great but, will he ever notice me?'
She simply rolled over her bed as she was trying to shrug those overwhelming thoughts in her mind.
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