CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
point of view | zayne ali
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"are you excited?" yasmine asked me shaking my arm.
i chuckled and draped my arm over her shoulder pulling her to my side.
"i am." i answered walking us over to our spot in the back of the library.
"i cant stop thinking about it," she fawned, "we're gonna look so good. so true."
i smiled at her, "i know you will."
she blushed and pulled out her seat as i sat and placed my salad on the table as well as my two ranches. i pulled out my seat and set my phone facing up. three headed goat was playing low in my ear buds.
"im thinking of watching my hero academia!" she told me and i nodded my head at her while opening my salad.
"me too," i answered peeling open the ranch containers, "i heard good things about it."
"yeah and the movie comes out later this month." she said excitedly.
"yeah. you and i gotta watch it." i said using my fork to get the excess ranch out.
"together?" she asked me and i shrugged.
"however you want is fine with me." i told her.
"we need to set up times," she said pulling out her phone and i laughed, "like every something days you come over or i come over and we jus watch anime together."
i scrunched my face at her but shrugged, "sure. and basketball too."
"oh my God," she said as i began shaking my salad to mix in the ranch, "the heat are number on in the east right now."
i smiled, "whats their record?"
"6 - 1." she told me and i pouted my lip impressed.
"damn," i said taking a bite of my salad, "really living up to his name jimmy buckets."
"yessir," she said leaning into my shoulder, laying my head, "as he should."
"im honestly proud you've been so loyal." i said laughing.
"you can never leave your team at their worst," she announced as i took a bite from my food, "you gotta stick with them. and im more of a go where every jimmy goes kinda person."
i smiled after taking a bite, "i- rem-ber."
"ew," she said sitting up smiling, "dont eat with your mouth full, you menace."
"me-nace?" i asked licking my lips, "thats too far."
she giggled, "an absolute menace."
"bruh," i said shaking his head, "you really out here."
"no but are we really gonna pretend its not freezing outside," she told me as i took another bite of my salad, "i mean this weather is terrible."
i nodded licking my lips of ranch, "i agree. i hate this time of the year. i always get my yearly cold during this time."
"i barely get sick." she commented.
i widened my eyes, "lucky. when i was little i had a terrible immune system."
"oh," i said laughing, "i actually have an insane immune system."
"damn so you really getting the good genes, huh?" i asked and she blushed laughing,
"its probably because of all the weird shit i used to eat." she admitted.
i raised my brow taking another bite, "li-ke whuat?"
"do talk with your mouth full," she reminded me and i rolled my eyes, "but i used to eat sand an-"
my laugh sounded louder and more genuine then anytime before. i coughed twice and lifted my arm to cover my mouth coughing again. she smiled at me confused as i dissolved into laughter.
"whaaat?" she asked me.
i shook my head and slapped the table before taking huge breath, "y-you used to eat sand?"
she frowned at me in embarrassment and nodded at me.
"you really living up to that african name, huh?" i asked bursting into laughter again.
her jaw dropped in offence and she laughed a little too, "you're so- damn. THAT was too far."
i shook my head, "oh God. an sand african eating sand. who would have guessed?"
she laughed and shoved me, "you're half moroccan chill out."
i scrunched my face and took another bite of my salad laughing lightly.
"i hope you choke." she commented.
i coughed and looked at her offended half smiling.
"how dare you say such things to your caring, abnormally hilarious, and always right boyfriend." i scoffed and i noticed her ears get red.
she eyed me, "always right?"
"yes," i answered with a nod, "always."
she flared her nostrils at me, "name one time?"
"uh assuming you were a senior." i said quickly.
"what?" she asked, "we never had that conversation."
"i had it with myself ... actually." i answered her.
"not an actual person," she argued, "doesnt count."
"well im SORRY no one was there to hear my theory." i said with an embarrassed frown.
she laughed at me, "haha. no you know how it feels."
i squinted at her before taking another bite of my salad. she laughed leaning into my shoulder.
"i was kidding." she said laughing.
i started laughing too, "you're a menace for that one."
"do you even know what menace means?" she asked me.
"pfft no," i answered with a shrug and taking another bite of my salad, "do YOU know what menace means?"
"hehehe," she laughed, "nope. i know its an insult."
i gasped, "what- what does it-" i paused then proceeded talking saying, "hey siri, what does menace mean?"
"noun ; menace means a person who a person or thing that is likely to cause harm; a threat or danger. verb ; to threaten, especially in a malignant or hostile manner." she answered me.
"you're a super menace." i added after a moment of silence.
"what?" she laughed, "how do i oppose danger? you're the one whos super hostile."
i frowned for a moment, "touché."
"hehe," she laughed in victory, "eat shit."
i scrunched my face and laughed, "the hell?"
"you've never heard that before?" she asked me.
i shook my head no and ate another bite of my salad, "what kind of weridos did you hang out with?"
"bruh people say that all the time." she defended herself.
"welp," i shrugged, "thats why i have no friends because i'd rather NOT eat shit. i prefer school salads."
"haha," she said sardonically, "you lump of cheese its not literal."
"are we going to ignore that fact you called me a lump of cheese?" i asked her giggling quietly.
she laughed with me.
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authors note: wrote this in the wrong pov and had to change all the pronouns lmaoo
