I remember stalking her Facebook page, watching every video I could find of her on YouTube, trying to imitate her style and perfect her nonchalant yet edgy attitude. I even shaved my hair into a Mohawk style, bought clothes in the style I had seen her wear; I was so convinced this was the key to getting him to fall in love with me.
My aim was to get the final year guy, whose dream woman was Zoe Kravitz, to officially make me his girlfriend – even though I had been his girlfriend in all but name for awhile already. It didn’t work and he was in an official relationship with a mixed race girl who was more like Zoe Kravitz than I ever could be by the end of the academic year.