CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
point of view | yasmine alaoui
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"i never got that nervous," i told myself while zayne was scrolling on his phone trying to find me a song, "but he made me SUPER nervous. the way his eyes carefully analyzed me. it made my stomach swirly. it made my heart flutter. he had an effect on me ... i wonder if he knows, or noticed my behavioral change. i know i did."
"this one," he stated turning his phone in his hand and showing it to me, "its hard."
"jet fuel," i mumbled grabbing my phone after slowly taking my eyes off of him, "trill sammy?"
"yeah," he answered me and i smiled adding it to my playlists, "thats the one."
"ill give it a listen," i assured him, "do you wanna make a playlist together?"
"you were serious about that?" he asked me.
my face flushed, "it was jus a suggestion. i-"
"yasmine," he cut me off, "i would love to. i didnt think you would want to with me, thats all."
i watched him for a moment before slowly exhaling, "yeah. um ill start it tonight, and like ill text you it and i will make it where you can add songs too."
he smiled at me, his eyes glossing with curiosity, "nice. what time do you usually head to bed?"
"around 10." i answered him and he bit the inside of his cheek.
"i wasnt thinking you were gonna say at least 11 : 30," he told me and i smiled shaking my head no, "i wish i could sleep at 10."
"i worked out later in the day and it made me sleepy so it slept at the time and my sleep schedule has been the same since." i admitted and smiled at me.
"getting the gains in?" he asked.
i laughed flexing my noodle arms, slapping my bicep, saying, "you already know. grind dont stop."
he smiled at me, his teeth sunk into his bottom lips for a brief moment before his tongue brushed against it. his lips were perfect. the shape of them were gorgeous. they were full, pink and soft looking. his lips fit his facial structure perfectly.
"grind dont stop." he agreed. the lunch bell rang and him and i stood up in sync. i sent him a smile that he returned.
my heart was pounding. POUNDING.
"he was handsome. very. his eyes were pretty. he was pretty," i rambled to myself as him and i walked side by side towards the library exit, "i wonder if he thought i was prett-"
before i could finish my thought i felt his fingers brush against mine before interlocking with them. my heart skipped a beat and i felt my cheek get hot. he tossed his trash away and held the door open for me without letting go of my hand.
"yasmine," i told myself, "CHILL."
"are you okay?" his voice was delicate, laced with genuine concern and it only made things WORSE.
"stop being, considerate, adorable, and attractive, zayne! " i sneered at him internally.
"yeah." i answered nodding my head.
he frowned at me, "you can tell me anything. i wouldnt judge you."
i sent him a smile, "really jus lost in thought."
"about what?" he urged dropping my hand.
"God, he's overthinking isnt he? " i questioned before grabbing his hand and saying, "you."
his face went a little red and he held gazes with me. a smile fought against his lips. he didnt respond he jus held my hand again and we walked with each other down the hallway towards our classes that were across from one another. i approached my class but not before tugging down on his arm that caused him to bend his head lower. i planted a kiss on his cheek causing his face to flush.
"bye, zayne." i said dropping his head and only breaking eye contact because i walked into my class.
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"you know you belong to me?" i mumbled turning the corner to walking to the main hallway towards the courtyard, "you can bring your whole squad plus three. you don't like to get told what to do, but you like it when i put you on a leash."
i smiled hard at how fine this verse was brent continued to sing to me, "all fours for me, on the floor for me. have you scratching walls, parkour for me. and every night, ill hit it right. ima bring you on tour with me."
"you the one for me," i sang to myself walking through the footballers who thought it was a cool, good idea to stand still in the middle of the FUCKING hallway, "and even if you're wrong for me, shit. its a good mistake, even when im wide awake ... "
"im in a dream, fairy tale, fantasy when you're around me," voices sang through my air pods, "must be losing my mind. dream, fairy tale, fantasy when you're around me. i must be losing my mind."
my hands turned my phone over i noticed a notification from snap and i opened my phone. valeria sent me a picture of her on her bedroom floor captioned "didnt feel good, went home early :/ "
i frowned knowing i was going to miss her company on the bus and lifted my phone in the air towards my forehead smiling at the camera captioning it, " feel better, bby <3 gonna miss you on the bus ): "
i turned the volume up and walked through the freshmen awkwardly rubbing their noses together.
"fucking freaks," i muttered hurrying past them. my shoulder collided with a smaller dude who scoffed loudly.
"really?" he asked and i furrowed my brows.
"the fuck you walking away from the buses for?" i snapped back, "you're supposed to go home."
i turned away not entertaining that non pubescent sack of shit any longer.
"absolute twat," i muttered walking thought kids towards my bus, "fucking dickhead."
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authors note: im not british. im a sidemen stan. british insults are GOLDEN.
