CHAPTER NINE
point of view | zayne ali
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i watched her walked through the front of my honors literature class, her curly hair looking beautiful as always. her baggy black jeans hiding what i already know is a perfect figure. she had on a dark blue floral shirt. the sleeves stopped at her mid forearms. she handed my teacher her note, i looked around at the students in my class. most of them looking at her, looking at her the same way i was.
"all these people she would for sure choose over me." i reminded myself degradingly.
her head turned as she looked to her left, towards the class. her eyes searched the seated students until her doe, coffee colored, beautifully framed eyes landed on mine. a small smile formed on her lips. she lifted her dainty hand waving at me. i felt the blush run to my face. a wave of nervousness washed over at me as a few students glanced at me, noticing she waved at me.
my tongue brushed against my bottom lip before i sent her a small nod back. her expression changed once the teacher extended her hand out to her, holding a note. she grabbed it from her hand, turning away and elegantly walking her way towards the door. her hand pushed down on the handle, the small echo of her rings hitting the metal sounded. she shut the door behind her and disappeared.
i looked back down at my book, my eyes looking at the page, but none of the words were processing in my brain as, as i feared, she was beginning to be all i thought about.
"i hope she gets bored of me soon, because in a few weeks its gonna cause some real damage. holy hell," i thought miserably, "you're so attention deprived. get a fucking life, curly haired cunt." i sneered internally at myself, "she wont be here for long. jus wait and see."
my leg began bouncing quickly, thinking back to last night when i was telling baba, my dad about yasmine and how she was mr. said's daughter. he couldnt believe it, and as i was telling him, he called. i felt weird that night. that meant that yasmine had also told her father, meaning her dad knows i exist.
"like that would matter," i said to myself quickly. my head beginning to hurt with all the internally yelling i was doing, "as if anyone would care enough to introduce you to their parents."
my mood ruined with the more i reminded myself i wasnt anything to anyone. "she could smile at me all she wanted, but at the end of the day i was simply nothing to her. she didnt care. she couldnt." i thought spitefully. my fingers drummed along the desk and i nearly jumped when the timer on the smart board began ringing, meaning our ten minutes of independent reading was up.
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"had a pretty boy over but he couldnt stay," billie sang to me through my air pods "on his way out, made him sign an nda." i nodded my head to the slow beat, mouthing the lyrics as i pushed open the library doors with my shoulder.
i heard footsteps loud from behind me. i looked over my shoulder to see yasmine pulling the door handle before it closed. she smiled standing up better, her phone in her hands.
"hey," she said slightly out of breath, "you walk ... really fucking fast."
i thinned my lips at her and she laughed. her head near my shoulder as she walked with me to our area in the back of the media center.
she walked around taking the seat she sat in yesterday, right next to mine. she smiled at me as i sat down next to her. i felt her gaze on me. i opened my salad box and instantly began tearing the caps to the tiny ranch containers, pouring them into the salad.
"um," i heard her voice say quietly, i fought the urge to look at her and give her my full attention. "well technically she already had it, but didnt know." i argued internally as she continued her sentence, "what are you listening to?"
"billie." i answered simply. i could sense a small smile on her lips and gave her a glance. her large eyes looking at me. i realized how perfectly curled her lashes were. "God, why did she have to be nice to me? " i thought, defeatedly.
"ooo," she cooed excitedly "which song?"
"nda." i answered sniffing before taking a bite of my salad.
"i saw you in your class today," she said smiling, "your skin looks so good."
"thanks." i said quietly. i felt my ears get hot when she scooted her chair closer to mine. she rested her head on my shoulder and grabbed my hand. my entire face went beet red. her warm fingers graced mine, over taking the coldness of my hand. her skin was soft and smooth and sent a flutter into my stomach. she slowly took my hand then took my phone from my hand. she flipped it over and paused the song and looked up at me.
i choked up on the close proximity we shared. her lavender and vanilla scent filled my nose. her perfect lips briefly brushed by her tongue, "i would appreciate it if you werent so dry. im trying t-to talk to you, zayne."
"was she nervous? " i thought quickly "did she feel what i was feeling? isnt it fall WHY WAS IT SO FUCKING HOT IN HERE? "
she stared at me for a long moment. my heart skipping a beat when her brown hued eyes glanced at my lips. she slowly scooted her chair back to where it was before. my hand falling from hers. my cold hands instantly wishing her warmness would come back to claim them again.
she made me nervous again, i looked away from her and took a bite of my salad. she shifted in her seat through my peripheral vision before she asked a question, "do you watch basketball?"
i took another bite of my food answering internally, "yeah, i do."
"YASMINEEEEEE!" a deep voice yelled from across the library before i could put my thoughts into words. yasmines attention was drawn to the person walking over to us with a finger gun aimed at her. she giggled as the guy approached. "fuck you doin in here with him?" his tone was slightly playfully, still offensive nonetheless.
she glanced at me and i felt my face flush out of anger. "what did you expect, zayne? " i snapped at myself, "she doesnt care about you. no one does. youre a joke to everyone." i ignored his comment and ate another bite of my salad.
"fuck off, jarod." she said angrily. i nearly choked on my food at her choice of words at him.
"i was only kidding, yas-" he began to defend himself but yasmine cut him off.
"i dont care," she said quickly, her brows furrowed, "who the hell do you think you are to talk to someone you dont know like that?" she glanced at me giving me that ' get a load of this guy ' look.
her words touched my soul with such meaning it was embarrassing. she didnt know it, but she now hand me wrapped around her finger.
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authors note: hi hi hi. im trying to post daily, but i keep writing and forgetting to update. i think im on like chapter twenty in the drafts. WHOOPS.
