CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
point of view | zayne ali
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"have you seen that clip of dixie damelio balling her eyes out?" yasmine asked me and i accidentally laughed reminiscing the video clip in my head.
"yeah," i answered her, nodding, "i did."
she smiled at me for a long moment, "do you like them? the damelios."
i shrugged, "i have no problem with them. they jus piss me off sometimes. like i mean crying over people calling you musty? she probably has channel perfume more expensive then our closets. that was jus embarrassing."
she nodded agreeing, "but i do think they are wayyy over hated. same with most tiktokers. people hate because other people hate. i mean how can you really hate someone you dont know?"
"im pretty sure you once told me you hated blake griffin." i argued smiling a little.
"thats because hes a wife abusing white piece of trash that has the facial structure of a rock on easter island," she sneered passionately, "he can disrespectfully get injured again. YEP i said it. and i'll say it again."
i coughed down a series of laughs.
"what about bryce hall?" i asked her and she thinned her lips into a line for a long moment.
"after he fat shamed jj ... lost ALL respect," she said firmly, but pouted her lip in a humorus way, throwing up a finger gun as she continued, "its the way he said it. it was intended to be offensive. that big nosed man whore. hes jus made because he looks like linguini from ratatouille ... if he was born with a blood disease."
her and i shared a fit of wheezes and chuckles before calming ourselves down.
"a blood disease??" i repeated shaking my head.
she giggled in response, "i speak absolute truth. facts. no cap."
"nah but how is he gonna talk all that shit?" i questioned shaking my head, "i think the whole tiktok community didnt except him to get dropped THAT badly."
"it was honestly so pathetic," she agreed, "i mean i saw him fight that clown boy."
"yeah, yeah," i said nodding my head, "i saw that too."
"yeah," she continued, "i mean if he let him get a good swing in how did he expect to defeat mcbroom? OR jj? like his ego was bigger than his nose! and we both know that mans got a big nose!"
i laughed and realized this was the first comfortable non awkward conversation her and i had ever shared.
"no silence. we kept talking. i was interested in a conversation. she was fueling emotion in me and i wasnt used to it." i thought to myself, "im not complaining. its nice to feel excited for once. to feel important for once. if i was allowed to say that. i felt that way regardless of my insecurities that linger in the back of my brain. realistically who would put in effort like this? "
"whos your favorite sidemen?" i questioned leaning on my fist with my cheek. she copied my actions, but leaned her face really close to mine. i could see faint acne scars near her temples. flaws that somehow made her flawless. her cheek pressed her cheeks up, her eye crinkling.
"harry," she answered, "and jj. but mostly harry."
i admired her for a moment longer before i began to get nervous. against my better judgement i stayed still and didnt retreat back into my seat.
"i like harry too," i agreed with her, "do you watch their tinder videos?"
she removed her face from her fist but didnt back away, staying the same distance from me.
"of course," she answered with a pretty lipped smile, "the harry and chunks one its my favorite."
"me too," i agreed and eyed her, "we have ... "
"a lot in common." she finished.
i nodded and sat up from my fist and turned in my seat to face her better. i admired the nose that sat perfectly on the center of her face. i noticed how her left eye brow raised naturally higher than her right one. how still her lips sat when she didnt speak. how her usual happy expression disappeared as her resting face appeared. i trailed my gaze to her clothing. how every outfit she wore looked good on her. baggy clothing suited her well. it suited her personality as well as her physique. below her heavily creased air forces that she wore everyday sat on her feet. i wore the same pair; i never noticed that we wore the same shoes. she had features that would only suit her.
i glanced at her hands that were set on her thighs, that looked larger than they did concealed when standing in her baggy jeans. her rings were misplaced in the order they usually sat in.
"did you flip your rings?" i questioned meeting her gaze. her face was beet red.
she swallowed slowly before sending me a shy smile, nodding her head, "i-i did.
i eyed her with a confused expression.
"what the hell was she nervous for? " i questioned internally, "did i say something earlier? "
( i dont know maybe the fact you checked her out for several seconds)
( ... WITH NO SHAME i might add )
"whats your actual biggest fear?" i questioned randomly, remembering her mentioning her obsession with corpse husband and mr. nightmare, "dont pull that spiders bullshit."
she giggled not breaking eye contact while shifting in her seat, "being a victim to human trafficking. its like not only are you being kidnapped, but people use you ..." her voice trailed off for a moment as if she had been wanting to say that out loud for the longest time, "or being wanted. like wanted by a hitman. like running for your life, fake ids, and cant love anyone. living that type of life. that would be so exhausting."
"i like the way you think." i told her mentally.
"what about you?" she asked me.
"probably being accused of a crime that i didnt commit," i thought out loud, "like being accused of rape, murder, or like being involved with drugs."
she hummed nodding her head, "im scared of the mafia."
i chuckled and shook my head no, "they dont exist."
her eyes widened, "thats what they want you to think! they do. they have to. they're sick fucks you kill any and every one who gets in their way."
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authors note: big man zayne makin her nervous. as he should. yessir.