Curry Munching with the French Boy

11

AN: SHIT HITS THE FAN NEXT CHAPTER!!! also the French in this chapter is translated through Google so it probably won't make sense. ANY corrections are appreciated :D ALSO BLACK OR WHITE BY MJ JUST BECAUUSSEE

I got home at 10:37am...3 hours and 37 minutes after my father had expected me to be there. Lucky for me he had been called in to the hospital for an emergency procedure last night, and hadn't yet arrived at home. My mother, being the lovely ray of Desi sunshine that she is, promised to tell him that I arrived home with Diya at the arranged time.

Diya was utterly smashed and was suffering with a severe hangover in her room. Seeing that my devil of a father wasn't home, I brought Devin into the house. My mother was immediately shocked and asked who he was, and when Diya shouted from her room that he was her boyfriend, my mother almost fainted.

"Boyfriend? But he's vhite? Vhat is vhite boy doing here?" My mother asked in disbelief. I laughed and patted her lightly on the shoulder.

"He's white, mom. Get over it! Skin colour doesn't matter."

"I know, I know." She paused and then looked over Devin once more. "But he's vhite!"

"Yes I am white and you Mrs Jhavad are absolutely gorgeous. I'm Devin by the way." He gently lifted my mother's hand and placed a light kiss to her knuckles. My mother grabbed her chest with her other hand, clutching her punjabi between her fingers.

"Vhite boys such charmers." She exclaimed bobbling her head.

"Just don't tell dad about this, please mom? I wouldn't want Dee getting into more trouble."

"No vorry, I keep lips tight shut," my mother made a motion of zipping her lips and throwing away the...zip? "I just vaiting for you to get vun nice sexy vhite boy, huh?" She teased bumping my hip slightly.

"Whatever, Ma.” I rolled my eyes and turned to King Dickhead, “Devin, Diya's room is the last one on the right. She probably looks like hell and doesn't want you seeing her face, but oh well why don’t you just march right in there." I shrugged, making my way upstairs.

"Wait," he murmured. "I should probably let her get some rest. Take me to your room instead."

"No ways!" I snorted.

"Maliha, you do vhat guest vant. Guest vant to go your room, you must take guest to your room, okay?" My mother yelled from the kitchen. I sighed and grumbled curses under my breath.

"Okay madarchod, follow me." I said referring to Devin.

"Salope." He muttered under his breath.

"Yes, thank you, I know I'm very beautiful." I replied sarcastically as I led Devin to my impeccably neat room.

He looked around the plain white room before kicking off his shoes and jumping onto my bed. He messed the sheets up and his dirty boots made brown marks on the clean cream carpet.

"You're messing my room up!" I grumbled.

"And you cleaned my apartment up." Devin shrugged. He was lying on the bed with both hands behind his head, while I leant against my desk.

"Whatever. I'm going to do my homework." I sighed pulling out a pile of books and beginning to work through each. I saved my French work for last since I was...really bad at it. I could understand the basics, I could speak a little bit too, but the moment I had to actually write something, it's like all the knowledge flew out of my head.

Maybe Devin could help? I could hear his heavy breathing telling me that he was asleep. Besides, I wouldn't want to hurt my pride by asking him for help. I shook off the thought and began reading the questions over and over again. It was a comprehension piece. The text was about some guy and his loyal dog. One day they got into a car accident and the dog saved his owner's life by pulling him out of the wreckage. I understood some of the questions; I just couldn't form a proper sentence to answer them.