Why You So Obsessed With Me Meme Novels & Stories

The chatroom's content infuriated him. "Hey! I'm not a simp. Don't call me a simp." The comments didn't stop. "Pfft, from the way you buzz around them like a busy bee, you're a simp alright." "Mhm. You were their background noise. We donated money to your stream just so that you can become their simps. LOL." Melvin scowled. "I told you that's not true. Besides, Zachary and Joey are not dating. There's nothing on the news. Mind your words now."

He understood personal space perfectly—he just chose to ignore it. “Why me?” I choked out. “Huh?” “There are millions of young women in this city—beautiful, talented, whatever type you like. Why fixate on a broken, fat, suicidal mess like me? Why are you obsessed with me?” He took one slow step forward. I took one step back. “Why am I so obsessed with you?” He stared at me as if the answer was obvious. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror?” I looked up. The grin was gone. His expression was dead serious.

Because she didn’t know how to need someone. Not like this. Not like him. She licked her lips, suddenly nervous. “Why do you care so much?” Zayn didn’t answer right away. Then, in a voice so low she almost didn’t hear it, he said— “Because it’s you.” Her breath caught. Zayn’s gaze was unwavering, intense. “Because it’s always been you, Ayesha.” The words settled deep in her chest, wrapping around something fragile and unfamiliar. She should walk away.

Was looking at a small human girl as though she were the most precious thing in the world. (Love you all 🫵🫰)

My voice was low, dangerous, because if I let it out, I might snap the tablet into two. Olivia’s finger jabbed across the screen, flipping through endless reposts. “It’s everywhere, Damien. T*****r, I*******m, TikTok…memes are already trending. Someone packaged this deliberately. This isn’t random. This was set up.” She bit her lip, then blurted: “What if it’s the Osmonds again?!” Her words knifed through me. But this is not something they would do. My eyes snapped up to meet hers as I remembered.

This is what love does to someone like me it destroys me from the inside out. Timothy's black sports car sits in the circular driveway, and I wonder if Madison is inside with him right now. Probably planning their future together while laughing about the pathetic Omega who thought she had a chance. My phone buzzes with another notification. Someone has created a meme using a screenshot from the video my face photoshopped onto a picture of a homeless dog peering through a restaurant window. The caption reads: "When you're an Omega but think you deserve Alpha attention." The comments are even worse:

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So why do I want to run away? When I met him, I understood. I know it's an awful cliché, but my brain saw clearly. The freshness of this feeling intoxicated me, and I let myself be trapped. Again. Like yesterday. I blame myself like a woman on a diet who sneaked a bite of two croissants on the spot. They gave me extreme satisfaction at the time. I would even ask for a third if my pockets weren't suffering so much, but I have to be sensible myself.

" Tina asked. She can't help but feel a rush within her. Is she going to suggest that they talk him into finding a woman or letting the past go? She's ok for the later option but not the former. Jordan can only get involved with her, no, not her she meant someone like her at least. "He's heart was wounded when he lost his love. That wounded heart can only get cured by finding love again. What I mean is this. A woman like you and I have made him obsessed, it is only someone like us that can help him out of that obsession. Do you agree with me?" Isabella asked. Tina nodded. Isabella is speaking in idioms. She hadn't really said what she wanted. She's beating around the bush.

“Nice. You look pale.” I don’t glance at her, keeping my eyes carefully focused on a point on the bar behind her. “I’m fine,” I say, but the truth is, I haven’t gone a day without thinking about Noah. I just.... I don't understand why my brain is so obsessed with him. He's never uttered a nice word to me. Anger flares, building and growing. Remembering what a girl said to me whenever she caught me staring at him the first day of sophmore year.