CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
point of view | yasmine alaoui
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i stepped out of my chemistry class and saw a girl talking to zayne. a twinge jealousy flourished through me, but kept a calm face not assuming anything.
"i had no right to be unhappy," i told myself, "he was communicating with someone. HALLELUJAH! "
zayne shifted on his feet, and he glanced up from the girl and at me. his eyes brightened slightly. he then mumbled something to her before walking past her, a few steps towards me.
"hi," i greeted him smiling, "making friends?"
he flared his nostrils at me, "pfft. she was asking me for answers. thats all anyone ever wants ... something."
i gave him a weak smile and grabbed his hand making him smile at me.
"not me." i argued and he interlocked our fingers, feeling the soft skin of his palm meet mine.
"yeah, well," he tugged on my arm a little and walked down with me down the hallway, "it still you know ..."
his voice trailed and i leaned into him finishing his sentence, "hurts."
"yeah." he breathed quietly.
"did you watch the lakers and nets game?" i asked him changing the subject.
"i did," he stated chuckling, "they got smacked."
"lbj wasn't playing." i said trying to defend the team.
"a.d was for a bit," he countered, "they got slapped. period."
( a.d is anthony davis for those who dont know )
i giggled, "true, true. im excited for the season to really start."
"me too." he agreed.
"what class do you have next?" i asked him as his tongue brushed against his lips.
"team sports." he answered and i smiled.
"i have body sculpting." i told his causing his brows to furrow.
"body sculpting?" he repeated looking up at the roof for a long moment, "what is that? like an art class? you make clay bodies?"
"no!" i laughed at him, "you bum. i work out."
he flared his nostrils for a moment, "oh."
i giggled as his cheeks flushed from embarrassment, "everyone always assumes that."
"its a stupid name," he defended himself as him and i maneuvered through the students walking down the stairs, "why not weight training like the other class?"
i dropped his hand from mine and stumbled, flat tiring a freshmen that glared over their shoulder at me.
"sorry." i apologized quickly moving away from the stair case walking side by side with zayne down the hallway.
