CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
point of view | zayne ali
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"you never told me what you wanted for your birthday," yasmine said leaning into my side as i told her that i would start walking with her to lunch, "i bet you told your parents nothing."
i chuckled giving her a lipped smile, "i actually did do jus that."
"are you serious?" she laughed.
"what was i supposed to ask for?" i scoffed back laughing as well, "money?"
"yes!" she exclaimed, "thats exactly what you should have asked for."
"well i didnt." i mumbled embarrassed.
"what would you have bought?" she questioned and i shrugged.
"i dont know," i answered her, "shoes probably."
"what kind?" she queried again.
"im not telling you," i said and she laughed, "your rich ass will buy it and then ill feel bad."
"thats exactly what i was going to do." she admitted and i gently shoved her shoulder with my arm.
"see!" i exclaimed and her laughed echoed and suddenly died down, trailed off.
i watched her smile fade and i followed her gaze to the guy that had talked to her a the library.
"jarod." i thought meeting his unfriendly gaze.
"hey, yasmine." he greeted walking up with his hand extended wanting a dab from her.
she simply watched him and slowed to a stop as he stood in front of her.
"move, jarod." she mumbled looking at him.
my eyes stared at yasmine who looked uneasy.
"hey, look im sorry." he said opening his arms for a hug.
my jealousy spiked as well as my anger.
"sorry? " i questioned, "sorry for what? he did she looked scared? why did he want a hug? "
"she told you to move." i said staring directly at him
he ignored me and stepped closer with his arms out stretched, yasmine stumbled an inch backwards. i lifted my arm and shoved him, pushing his chest. he tripped over his feet barely catching himself. i wasnt really worried if he attempted to fight back. i wasnt arrogant but i knew due to my height, weight, and training i would absolutely rock the mess outta this kid.
"what the fuck man?" he said angrily.
i titled my head laughing a little, "you clearly cant see you're making her uncomfortable, so there im telling you now."
i felt yasmines hand land on my right side while her body was standing by my left arm. she didnt say anything.
"look at you bro," he stated disgusted, "you think you're tough?"
i chuckled and glanced at yasmine who didnt looked as amused as i was. i rolled my eyes and draped my arm over her shoulder and simply walked her and i down the hallway ignoring the words jarod was saying to our backs.
as we turned the corner i broke the silence, "why didnt you tell me he was bothering you like that?"
she looked at me and blinked twice before biting the inside of her cheek not responding to my question.
"if he touches you in anyway i want you tell me okay?" i asked her and she met my gaze nodding, "im glad you told me to walk with you though."
"im glad you cared enough to notice i was uncomfortable," she stated quietly, "i dont know. i usually say something to get him awkward but i dont know ... he ... i was scared a little."
"im glad you told me," i said as we headed for the doors to the courtyard, "before anything got worse."
"im glad you're there." she said smiling at me as i pushed open the doors to the courtyard and held them open for her.
i felt my face flush slight and i returned her smile.
"everyone need a person." i answered and her face flushed jus as much as mine did.
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"my mom kept asking about you," yasmine told me and i looked up at after taking a bite of my salad, "she wants you and i to hang out and stuff."
"we are arent we?" i questioned slightly confused.
"for your birthday and on saturday," she answered, "but you know how moms get."
i felt my stomach do a flip, "honestly no. i dont really talk to my mom."
she frowned at me, "i mean i dont really talk with her, its jus conversation to fill up silence."
"trust me," i understood and told her, "i know what you mean."
"yeah," she sighed as i took another bite, "its my mission to make sure my kids dont go through what i have."
i swallowed my food nodding my head in agreement, "i dont want to be a father thats distant. i wanna be close with my kids. so they dont feel alone."
she smiled at me for a long moment and simply stared. i felt my heart squeezed in my chest.
"what i would do to simply see what she was thinking." i said to myself.
"how many kids do you want?" she asked me and i shifted in my seat.
"two," i answered, "if there were three one would feel left out."
"i want two too," she said smiling, "one it to lonely."
"what names?" i asked her and she smiled at me, blushing.
"em," she thought to herself, "i like selma. for a girl."
i smiled, "and a boy?"
she hummed to herself, "i dont know for sure yet, but i like zaid."
"z - a - y - d?" i questioned and she shook her head no.
"z - a - i - d." she corrected.
"like her dads name." i recognized.
"ahhh," i realized, "spelled like said."
she smiled, "exactly. what about you?"
"i dont know but i jus know whatever my wife wants ill like." i added to the conversation.
"what if she picks white boy names?" she asked me and i gave her a long look.
"something tells me she wont." i countered boldly.
"was my heart pounding? yes, yes it was," i admitted, "BUT thats not the point! she was blushing so it WORKING! "
"how can you be so sure?" she asked me and i shrugged.
"i jus know that ill marry someone that has a lot in common with me," i said smiling, "i trust her decisions."
her teeth sunk into her bottom lip for a brief second before she smiled.
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authors note: currently on chpt 38 in the drafts hehehe
i think ill get to 40+ chpts for this book <3
