"Each time I look at my bedroom window, all I see is her sitting down doing her homework or praying. But a bad boy like me doesn't deserve someone like her. So pure and so innocent. Will she ever see me?"

I know it looks like am spying on her but she is the first girl that hasn't thrown herself at me. I needed to know her but I doubt that she will want to know me.

Being labeled as the town's bad boy is enough to tell her to stay away from me.

The first day of senior high hopefully goes well for others.

There she was again sitting in her room with her cat. She had her books all around her but she wasn't looking at them.

She had her hijab open, her hair flowing with the wind. Her window was open letting air into her room.

There was a knock on her bedroom door. She got up and went to open it. In walked a Seven-year-old boy.

"Maya".

The boy called her and she carried him in her arms kissing his face over and over again.

"Stop it, Maya", he giggled.

"Fine, Khalid. I missed you, my little cousin", she tells him putting him down.

The little boy walked toward the cat and started petting it.

"I missed you too Maya. But you know how mama and papa are", he replied to her.

Maya.

Her name was engraved in my heart since the first I saw her in school hallways with her books.

I couldn't help but take another picture of her staring at her phone with her cat beside her. I wanted to have the courage to talk to her but I knew that she didn't need trouble in her life.

"Let's go down and see your parents", she told him.

But Khalid didn't want to let the cat go so he carried it with him.

"You do know your father is allergic to cats. Sorry but he stays here", she tries to explain to him.

"Okay", he nodded putting the cat down on the bed.

"First we wash our hands then we go down", leading him to her bathroom.

After a few minutes, they walked out and she puts on her hijab and then head down the stairs.

I wished that I could be good just for her but that would seem impossible to do.

I wasn't raised like she was...

Maya.

She is pure.

I am not.

People said I had reputation for sleeping with girls and dumping them after I got what he wanted from them.

But I didn't want Maya like that. I wanted her to be mine and only mine.

I was changing into something that I always wanted but I had no one in his life to do.

As I wanted to close my window, she came back up with her cousin in her arms.

I couldn't help but take another picture of her carrying her cousin in her arms.

Beautiful.

Maya didn't need to wear any makeup like other girls in school. She didn't need to do anything for any guy just to like her.

Diary,

Could it be her?

But I don't think it is her, because they are two different people, right?

Or is it just my mind playing tricks on me again.

MayMay, I miss you so much.

She is a new girl. Fiesty and stubborn.

Likes to work alone even though she should get a partner.

Why am I thinking of her?

Anyways, senior year means the final year of high school.

Signing off,

Roc.