CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
point of view | zayne ali
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Yasmine
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ZAYNE
Yes?
DON TOLIVER DROPPED
AN ALBUM!!!
Oh fr?
Bet. I'll stream that shit
AS YOU SHOULD. SORRY I WAS
EXCITED NEEDED TO TELL SOMEONE LMAOOO
No, It's fine. I'm up anyway.
I'll give the whole thing a listen
OKAY GOOD NIGHT, ZAYNE <3
Goodnight, Yasmine <3
Yasmine liked a message !
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read at 00 : 23 am
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don toliver's new album streaming through my air pods as i stepped onto the cement floors of the court yard. my hands slowly removed themselves from my sides and lifted them up into the air and i pushed forward on the metal door handles, entering the school building. i nodded my head lightly to the beat, enjoying don's new album. my shoes skirted against the floors as i stopped myself from absolutely trucking an abnormally small high school girl. she flinched lifting her hands up.
"sorry," she stammered looking up at me with the same face yasmine did, thinning her lips, "my bad."
a simple nod of the head was i gave in response to the girl. i turned the corner and started down the hallway feeling ... good. another day of and school and i was actually looking forward to it. i was happy to be in school. a rarity that i was pleased to be living. my mind wandered as i walked down the hallway, thinking about the skills check i had to take in math, about how badly i wanted carti to drop his fucking album, and how yasmine currently was.
"does she think about me as much as i think about her? " i questioned myself, "how much did she like me? was it mutual? sometimes ... it really felt like it."
my eyes locked on the familiar hallway that i began walking down, making eye contact with the teacher to the door next door. i stepped into class. my eyes looked over the room as i began walking towards my seat in class, towards the back corner. my thumb flew to the side of my phone automatically pressing down on the lower volume button, turning down the volume, in case my teacher asked or said something to me.
"good morning, zayne!" my geometry teacher exclaimed as i walked past her desk area.
my head turned in her direction before i sent her a nod of my head and turned down the seat aisle and took my seat, but not before setting my book bag on the floor. out of nowhere. literally nowhere, a familiar voice echoed into the class room. my eyes shot up from my phone and towards the door where my gaze fell on the lovely moroccan girl dressed in black jeans and a simple red t -shirt. her hair as always was perfectly curly, it looked a little wet as if she took a shower this morning,
"ayoo what it do flight crew." she said walking towards, mathew a student in my class. she dabbed him up and the class laughed at the word she chose to greet him.
"really, yasmine?" my teacher asked her, smiling.
"its this dudes birthday!" she exclaimed, "aye yall its mathews 18th. wish him a happy birthday or your mom actually. literally. physically. doesn't love you."
"yasmine!" my teacher responded, cough down her laugh while the class had no mercy cracking up.
"come on, yall," yasmine said throwing up her hands, "happppy birthdayyyyy to youuuuuu,"
the class joined in singing happy birthday to mathew. i looked over at mathew who was trying to fight a smile, and his hand to cover his face as the class finished the song at horrible pitch due to voice cracks, deep voices, and the lack of enthusiasm. i admired her confidence to walk into a random class and get them to sing happy birthday with no shame. her smile was wide and her eyes looked across the now alive and laughing class. her large, perfectly curled lashed eyes landed on mine and her teeth flashed. she walked over to me. i sat up in my seat noticing mrs. willy watching her movements. yasmine took the seat in front of me, facing the opposite way in the desk so she could face me.
"hi, zayne." she greeted smiling at me.
i smiled shyly back, nervous that people noticed she was talking to me, "hi, yasmine."
her tongue brushed against her bottom lip before getting stuck between her teeth for a brief moment, "tomorrows your birthday."
"no," i began my eyes widening, "please dont come in here and do that."
"no seriously." i thought internally, "please."
she giggled, "i would never do that to you. but mathew deserved it for doing it to me."
i chuckled and she leaned on her fist blinking dreamily at me. i felt my stomach swirl slightly noticing her gaze land on my lips. being this close to her face allowed me to take in every detail of her face. her eyes werent a dark brown they seemed to be. no. they glowed like the bottom of a honey comb, brown and golden when you stared long enough. how her lips sat plump under her button nose. how her brows were naturally filled and had gloss due to the gel she used to shape them. tiny silver hoops that sat at her ear lobs. you had to know her face well to notice the tiny scar by her eye. those details i would have never had known if she hadnt chosen to sit with me that one day at lunch. not even a month, but if feels like i have known and liked her for a very long time.
"your eyes are pretty." i murmured to her.
her face flushed instantly and i nearly laughed at how cute she looked getting all shy. she sat up from my desk and her lips were parted.
"really?" she asked me and i nearly scoffed in disbelief surprised she didnt even know, "you think so?"
"yeah," i answered nonchalantly, acting as if my heart wasnt pounding, "i know so."
"thank you, zayne." she said quietly batting her eye lashes at me.
i let out a chuckle and smiled at her, "you're welcome, yasmine."
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authors note: haha CUTE
