CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
point of view | yasmine alaoui
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"was he hinting at something? " i thought to myself as he got up to throw his food away, "was he FLIRTING with me? ZAYNE ... FLIRTING? "
i watched the way he took each step. the way his curls bounced and his arms slightly swung.
"ayo KOBE!" he yelled stepping back taking a shot, throwing his salad box into the trash.
his laugh echoed and my smiled followed as he held up three fingers.
"das green!" i exclaimed and he laughed smiling at me too.
"bruh do you play?" he asked walking around the table pulling the seat out to sit, "like actually ball?"
i giggled shaking my head no, "im ass. i talk a whole lot of mess for someone who can barely make a lay up."
he chuckled while sitting down, "i can teach you."
i giggled smiling, "really?"
"if you want," he answered shrugging, "i am by no means a good player, but i could last a few rounds of horse."
i smiled at him, "have you every thought about playing for the team?"
"my parent would never let me," he huffed, "i dont think i could commit either. i might get bored."
"haha," i laughed, "i think you'd do good."
he shyly smiled and shrugged, "i dont know ... maybe."
i smiled at him for a long moment, "what number would you wear?"
"7." he answered calmly.
"ahhh," i realized, "for your birthday."
"yup," he answered, "i would play power forward or center."
"ohhhh," i said, "bam plays those positions."
he paused for a moment and blinked impressed at me, "he does, yeah."
"have you used the website yet?" i questioned, "the illegal one?"
he chuckled, "yeah i uh did. they have anime too."
"really?" i questioned, "its so popular now i kinda wanna watch."
"i started," he stated, "i only knew a few names but i tried death note. im on episode seven, i like it so far."
"ooo," i cooed, "should i watch it too so we can talk about it?"
he smiled at me, "you should. yes."
"what is it about?" i asked, "like i have no clue i have never watched anime."
he sat up in his chair, "theres this guy the main protagonist, light, a senior whos like super smart. he discovers a notebook, the death note, which belonged to the shinigami the god of death. the death note grants the person who touches the supernatural ability to kill anyone whose name is written in its pages."
i pouted my lip interested, "dont tell me anymore. i wanna watch it."
he smiled, "good. i cant wait."
"are you going to homecoming?" i asked him leaning on my fist. his face went a light shade of pink.
"er- uh i dont know," he answered, his voice quiet, "i dont know who to go with."
i frowned at him, "well you could go with me."
he froze for a moment, "y-you would wanna go with me?"
