CHAPTER FIFTEEN
point of view | yasmine alaoui
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"i heard about that," i reminisced. my voice trailed off for a moment as the bus began to pull out of the bus port, "i think like megan is gonna fight her."
"aye, i would too!" valeria stated laughing, "if someone slept with my boyfriend on purpose KNOWING he was taken, then we go some mother fucking problemsss,"
"so true," i agreed smiling, "so true."
"but i mean im not worried about my man cheating on me. i mean honestly. hes too sweet," valeria boasted confidently, before smirking at me, "and i always see you and your man together in the hallway. you guys were holding hands too. so true progress."
i smiled shyly and flipped her off, "he came over to my house friday."
"WHAT?" valeria asked, choking on her air, "WHY WE GOIN SO FUCKING FAST?"
i giggled shaking my head no, "our parents are friends."
"girl, you moved here this year, though," valeria countered raising her brow like dwayne johnson, "its okay, baby. i aint gonna snitch if you tell me."
"no. hush," i said smiling, "i mean yes im new here, but no nothing like that is happening-"
"yet!" she chimed in.
i glared at her, half smiling, "his dad and my dad immigrated here together."
"woah," she said smiling with her jaw open, "thats actually sick. what are the odds of that. what?"
"i know," i agreed nodding my head, "i was thinking about that too."
"how was that? like him coming over," she asked me, "did anything happen? does your mom like him?"
"of course my parents like him," i said waving my hand, "i showed him my jersey collection."
"ooo, cute!" val said excitedly, "so he likes basketball?"
"yup," i answered smiling, "we have a lot in common. i didnt realize until i stalked his playlist."
"oh yeah you told me about you and him listening to the same artists," she said staring off for a moment before blinking back to reality, "you should ask to hang out with him. hes like really shy, though.
"yeah," i agreed, now thinking back to how freaked out he got seeing val smile at us, "oh and you need to stop smiling at me and zayne in the hallway," i told valeria, "he probably thinks you're laughing at us."
valeria gave me an injured expression, "oh shit. my bad. sorry."
"i mean you didnt know, but yeah it ... i dont know ..." i thought to myself for a moment, "i feel bad. he doubts everything i do sometimes."
"hes jus insecure," valeria noted, "i mean if a pretty girl started talking to me randomly i would question it too."
"oh shut up!" i blushed swatting my hand at her, "i guess when you say it like that it is pretty random."
we shared a lengthy silence.
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"you call me again ... drunk in your benz driving home under the influence," i yelled through the running water of my shower, "you scared me to death, but im wasting my breath cause you only listen to your fucking friends ... i dont relate to you ... i dont relate to you, no ... cause id never treat me this shitty ... you made me hate this city!"
