CHAPTER FIVE
point of view | zayne ali
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she had an awfully cute smile. she seemed to happy to see me responding to her. in my defense she asked me about music, music is everything to me. she was sitting really close to me, which usually made me uncomfortable, but she was making me nervous.
"but like i feel like it was so bad it was good," she said referring to demeanor by pop, with dua lipa, "like her verse was so bad you couldnt help but listen to it again."
i shook my head. our first disagreement all lunch.
"pop carried," i argued, "dua fucked the song."
she sighed sitting back in her chair, "okay what about planet her? people say they hate it, you?"
"i fucking loved it are you kidding me? " i thought to myself, before stating "it was good. i liked it."
"favorite song?" she asked me.
"woman." i said shrugging "i know its basic but its so good. i dont do drugs with ari too. get into it yuh as well. such bangers. honestly an amazing album."
"her smiled hadnt fell the entire time she talked to me. she was giving me the impression she actually might potentially want to be friends with me," i noted to myself, "maybe? i dont know. but shes growing on me. i like her music taste."
the bell rang, indicting lunch was over. ironically her smile fell. she slowly stood up as i did. i started walking and she followed next to me. she was standing relatively close to me.
"you smell very nice," she stated quietly as she followed me to the exit. i looked at her for a long moment.
"was she trying to hint at something? " i questioned myself. i looked away from her and she stayed by me. "why was she doing that? was she fucking with me? "
"what class do you have?" she asked me.
"chemistry." i answered eyeing her. she giggled at me.
"what?" she questioned, "you got all quiet all the sudden."
"why are you being ... so nice to me?" i asked her bluntly, "like its weird. what do you want from me?"
she looked slightly offended stating, "nothing." she argued, "i jus see you sitting alone. i dont know i wanna talk to you ... and stuff."
"okay, sure." i stated blandly, "but what do you want from me?"
her injured expression didnt drop, "friendship? i dont know. i jus wanna be friends with you."
she stopped walking and i did too.
"okay but why?" i asked her, slightly annoyed.
"because i want to be friend with you. we have similar music tastes and i wanna get to know you." she said throwing her hands up "the same reason why anyone makes friends!"
i eyed her and she eyed me right back.
"stop overthinking, you cheese head," she scolded me, "what if i like you, huh?"
i felt the blood rush to my face and i furrowed my brows at her.
"jus shut up and let me walk with you to class." she said thinning her lips. students began walking down the hallway. she jerked her head at me and i stared at her for a long moment,
"she likes you as a acquaintance, cheese head. nothing more. fucking desperate, fuck." i scolded myself internally. "God, zayne. i thought you realized you werent anything to anyone a long time ago."
her arm looped with mine and her petite head lead on my shoulder as we walked down the halls. her hair smelled lovely. i could hear her music suddenly as if she began blasting it as she was walking. i tried my best not to start shaking from nervousness.
"an attrative girl was clinging to my side what am i supposed to do? " i defended myself, "shes very affectionate. physically. im not used to this. im not uncomfortable. im simply not used to being seen."
i noticed i was getting stares. or yasmine was. she was ignoring them, her lips moving to the song playing in her air pods. i focused my gaze on her lips. they moves carefully. stopping suddenly then carrying on with her lip syncing.
"as she should," i thought to myself, "it was honestly the bare minimum."
i caught the words ' jus to prove a point ' and quickly after ' that dissin, don't get into that ' then something else. i looked straight ahead of me as her arm loosened she sent me a smile before walking into the class directly across from mine. i walked into room across, coachs room, with my side feeling empty. i replayed her moving lips twice more before i smiled mentally noting to memorize the lyrics of final warning by nle choppa.
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i felt a tap on my shoulder as usual i ignored it. probably someone had mistaken me for someone else. i maneuvered through the kids when i felt another tap and i finally glanced over my shoulder. yasmine nearly got shoved before she backed up. she eyed the guy disgustedly before looking at me.
"byeee," she said waving at me. i furrowed my brows at her before waving bye to her too.
"bye?" i responded back, more as a question. i turned away from her before i could feel guilty about the injured expression forming on her face. i hopped off the side walk.
"why the fuck is doing this to me? " i questioned myself cynically, "i mean why is she being ..." i furrowed my brows at my wording, before rewording "noticing me? giving me attention? i dont understand. i dont get it."
i stepped onto the bus with a frustrated face and slung myself into a random seat. i tiled my head on the window and stared at the concrete.
"theres no way." i told myself internally, "no way someone like her would take time out of her life to be nice and talk to me. theres no " being friends " she wants something. everyone always wants something. people are cruel and fake. no one cares about anyone."
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authors note: hes very insecure ):
but he'll realize he's everything to someone soon!
