CHAPTER EIGHT
point of view | yasmine alaoui
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"i saw you say bye to zayne," valeria said as i looked up from my phone. i blushed slightly making her grin widen "cute."
my nose scrunched at her words and i slouched deeper into my bus seat. we shared a second of silence before she commented once more, "anything happen today? did he look at you again?"
i rolled my eyes as she chuckled loudly at her own joke. i eyed her before saying, "i think hes letting me in. he was very hostile. like if no one comes into my life no one can leave and ruin it. ya know?"
valerias eyes saddened and she nodded slowly, "trust me, yasmine. i know."
i frowned sadly with her, "i like him though. actually. hes really cute and his music taste ... " i paused doing a chefs kiss with my fingers "phenomenal."
valeria smiled at me giggling, "thats always good. ask him about basketball. arent you obsessed with that basketball stuff?"
i glared at her jokingly as the bus doors shut and we jerked as it began rolling up and out of the bus port. i soaked in the silence for another moment before speaking, "yeah actually i should. i hope he isnt a futbol kinda guy,"
"haha," valeria laughed, her shoulders bouncing slightly. "thats cute. ive never seen you actively interested in someone. this is so exciting!"
i flared my nostrils at her, flipping her off. i lifted my phone my lips curving into a smile at the sight of a dm from zayne.ali on instagram. i clicked the notification, unlocking my phone and taking to me to the app.
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zayne.ali
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zayne.ali
Hey
yasminealaoui
hi hi hi
zayne.ali
Um how was school
yasminealaoui
haha it was good. you?
zayne.ali
It was fine. I was thinking
and I think my dad knows your dad.
yasminealaoui
OMG WAIT IS YOUR
DADS NAME HUSSIAN
zayne.ali
Yes.
yasminealaoui
thats so weird omg
zayne.ali
Just a thought.
Sorry for bothering you.
yasminealaoui
no, no im very happy you messaged me (;
seen at 3 : 45 pm
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i swiped out of dms jumpy. mr. ali, zaynes father had moved to america at the same time as my father. they lived together in new york before moving to arkansas for college, they both didnt finish due to how expensive it was. they parted ways for work and hadnt see one another since. my dad talked about mr. ali, who i know better as hussian from my dad. not only was zayne part moroccan but he was the son of my dads best friend. it was like we were destined to know one another.
my hands stared at the messages from the inbox location. i sighed for a long moment in the hope of him asking or texting me something, but to no avail. i swiped out of instagram and opened wattpad, continuing reading, hired to love.
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"big nappy blue, that boy evil," pop rapped into my air pods "big nappy blue, that boy evil." i smiled as whats cracking continued to play as i washed all the dishes in the sink. i flung my hands around, water splattering onto close objects before i rubbed my hands on my thighs.
i turned around, my curls whipping to bounce lightly on my cheeks before i exited the kitchen. my legs moved quickly, my muscles tensing from soreness as i hurried up the stairs. i woke up in the middle of the night and did 50 squats and then fell back asleep, like a psychopath.
my hands found the end of my shirt which i began to pull up and over my head. my shirt clutched in my hand i walked over to my closet, hanging it up. i un did my belt and unbuttoned my baggy jeans. i walked pants less to my draw which i neatly placed both items in. half naked i walked into my bathroom to take a nice after school shower.
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"dad," i called out to him. my father removed his gaze from cnn on the tv, to me "do you know where mr. hussian lives?"
he paused for a moment. his eyes staring off into space before he sighed sadly and stated, "i havent spoken to him in quite sometime, habibti. no, but i should give him a call soon."
"i think his son goes to my school," i told him, knowing he did, but jus wanted to see the smile on my dads face. "zayne ali."
his eyes crinkled as a wide grin plastered on his face, he gasped and looked at my mom who was consumed watching my aunties stories on whatsapp.
"really?" he questioned surprised. "i never thought hussian moved- oh right! he did call me and tell me that."
i nodded and smiled at him stating, "i thought it was cool, so i wanted to tell you."
my dad smiled and reached for his phone on the table, saying "im glad you did too. im going to call him right now."
my body slowly turned and walked away. i thought of zayne the whole way back to my bedroom, wondering if he told his dad about me too. i wonder if he thought of me whenever someone asked him who he liked. i wonder if he liked me as much as i liked him.
i sighed flopping on my bed, my cheek pressed against my pillow. i snuggled myself under my blankets and drew circles on my comforter. i said still for a long moment going over all the moments him and i shared with one another.
"God, zayne. i didnt think i would have liked you this much," i thought to myself, "i wonder if his parents are as dry as mine are. i wonder if hes feeling good right now. i wonder what makes him smile every time he see it, or what jokes makes him breathless every time he hears it."
i was in deep. he consumed my thoughts now. he was what i looked forward to every time i went to school.
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authors note: my shins hurt.
