Curry Munching with the French Boy

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AN: Maliha's outfit for the party, I imagine, is probably along the lines of this picture.

It was Friday and the last period of the day, much to my chagrin, was AP Maths. I was good at Math, but listening to a bald fat Mr Gilinsky drone on and on and on in his monotonous voice was beyond tiresome. Devin was moodily cutting up his eraser on the table next to me and I sighed in frustration, burying my head in the desk. I was seated at the back of the class so Mr Gilinsky wouldn’t notice me slacking off. Suddenly I felt a soft pelting against my head. I shot up and glared at Devin who was snickering as he threw tiny pieces of his eraser at me.

I rolled my eyes and turned back towards the front of the classroom. I, like the majority of teenagers, had mastered the art of paying attention without actually paying any attention. I looked at the board, saw what was on it, but my mind was drifting off someplace else. Devin’s eraser had been reduced to nothing so his annoying mini-attack had ceased. Within these 3 weeks of knowing Devin I had learnt absolutely nothing about him that was useful.

Things I knew about Devin:

1.            He was insolent

2.            He was vulgar

3.            He swore like a sailor

4.            He smoked like a chimney

5.            He liked being alone

6.            He like to wear flannels, band shirts and ripped jeans

7.            He despised all the people I hung out with

8.            He shooed off every girl that tried to flirt with him

9.            He was dating my sister.

10.          He was an asshole

When the bell rang I all but jumped out of my seat and sprinted out of the classroom. Today was the day that Ryder was taking me to Chad’s party! My first house party and I was going with the hottest guy in school. I still had to figure out how to get my dad to let me and Dee go, but I had 6 hours till then so I didn’t worry too much.

I strolled towards my locker and dumped all unnecessary books in it, before shutting it. I then exited the school building, and walked towards the car park when I slammed straight into a hard chest. I looked up and found the chiselled face of Devin glaring down at me.

“S-sorry.” I stammered, about to take off towards Avril’s waiting vehicle when his coarse hand wrapped around my elbow.

“Hey Lea?” He said, using his own personal nickname for me (which I despised). This was the first time he had ever taken the initiative to initiate a conversation with me so I was rather stunned. I shook off my astonishment and realised this was a step forward in our relationship.

“Yes, Devin.” I replied in a small voice.

He looked like he was about say something important but he shook his head and sighed “Um, just be careful tonight.” With that, he turned on his heel and strode off through the sea of teenagers. He towered above them all and it was easily to spot his plaid covered body as he sauntered away. That was, to be honest, the longest conversation I held with him in which we were not arguing. I wondered what he meant by ‘be careful’ but I figured it was a general warning that every teenager got before going to their first party.

 I began walking towards Avril who was waiting with her car. I chucked my bag into the back and hopped into the passenger seat before turning to face her. Since Diya was dating Devin she rode home with him on his bike, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I was a bit more than jealous.