CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
point of view | yasmine alaoui
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"fuck." i mumbled pulling out my now dead air pods from my ears.
"what?" zayne asked looking over his shoulder after stalling his steps, "what happened?"
i sighed dramatically getting one of my arms out of my book bag straps so i could open the front zipper better, "my air pods died."
i unzipped the pouch holding my hand bag that carried my air pod charging case. i placed both of them in the case before snapping it shut and placing my hand bag back into the book bag. i fixed my book bag on my back and caught up to zayne.
"one time while i was walking to the bus stop," zayne said taking my hand in his, "my spotify premium session ended."
i gasped dramatically, "i would have cried."
"want a break from the ads?" zayne recited looking at me.
i chuckled, "if you tap now to watch a short video, you'll receive 30 minutes if ad free music."
he waited a moment, "yes, really. if you tap now you get 30 minutes of ad free music."
"and then you click it and it gives you ads!" i laughed shaking my head.
"then you have to exit out the app fast and go back." he added with a shake of his head.
"you did that too?!" i asked laughing, "that little trick was a life saver to be honest."
"my thumbs were trained to go that so effortlessly." he agreed.
"righttt," i said as he pushed open the school doors that led to the courtyard where we walked to the bus port, "i would swipe out and hit spotify so quick it wouldnt even take a full second."
"i would get so embarrassed playing music in my car," zayne told me, "because i would blast it and be vibin, then it would ask for 30 minutes of free music so everyone on the highway knew i was a broke boy."
i erupted into laughter, "my man was down atrocious."
"the trenches." he agreed chuckling.
he walked me over to his bus lane. i trailed a step behind him as we maneuvered through students. our holding hands never dropping one another. as we approached the bus i was a step behind him. i smiled at the bus driver who smiled at zayne and i's holding hands. zayne walked us down the aisle and sat us towards the middle, by the emergency exit seat.
he scooted in first; dropping my hand. i was seated by the window. he took off his book bag straps and had his book bag on his lap. i did the same when taking my seat as well. my eyes were on him admiring the way he smiled while carefully moving his lips to the songs lyrics. i laid my head on his shoulder and he slowly lifted his arm up and draped it around me pulling me closer to his side.
my heart warmed at the small action and i snuggled closer to him, feeling his body heat clash against mine. i could smell his cologne off his shirt. his fingers tapped against my side to whatever beat was playing in his ear buds.
my hand reached over and i grabbed his phone to see the song he was listening to. i read ' deep wounds ' by polo g. i looked up and smiled at him and gave him a nod of approval. he pulled out his ear bud and handed it to me. i widened my eyes; taken back by the offer. i slowly put the ear bud in my ear; polos voice fill my ears. i sat up and lifted my head closer to his so i wouldnt not disturb his peace. he hugged me closer to him and i felt my cheek press against his.
"you smell nice." i mumbled to him and sunk lower removing my cheek from his.
"thank you." he responded as i replaced my head on his shoulder. "are you tired?" he asked me after a moment.
"mhm." i responded fluttering my eyes shut.
"then sleep," he said carefully, "ill wake up you when its time for us to leave."
"okayy." i answered him.
my eyes shut fully. his hands rested carefully on my hip making my face get a little warm. his touch was light and gentle. i felt so comfortable with him. i loved the way he tried so hard to make me happy. he was everything i wanted in a boy friend.
"not that we were dating yet," i thought sadly, "i wonder if he'll ask me out soon."
the buses engine helped me wonder my mind to a different world. then darkness.
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"ive been obsessed with arabic music recently." i told zayne running into his arm while fitting my book bag properly onto my back. a few other students were across the road walking back to their houses.
"oh really?" he asked, "have you made a playlist?"
"i have." i told him.
"what?" he asked out loud, "you have?"
"yeah," i answered, "like two days ago."
he kicked a rock with his foot, "i feel bad for not checking.
"are you kidding?" i asked nudging him with my elbow, "never apologize for that."
"ill listen to it," he told me, "whats your favorite?"
"mal bbibi," i answered him, "by saad lamjarred. its so fire. im in love with it."
he laughed, "sing it for me."
"sing for you?" i repeated, "umm. mal habibi malou ... goulouli wich jralou."
( translation : what is wrong, my love? tell me. what happened to her? )
his jaw dropped and he smiled, "your voice gets so high arabic."
i blushed and scrunched my face, "really?"
"yes," he said tilting his head at me with a smile, "your voice sounds good when singing."
i smiled shyly, "thank you."
"i like the way you say habibi." he said smiling at me.
"habibi?" i repeated stepping closer to him, "mal habibi malou."
he chuckled, "goulouli wich jralou."
"oh my God!" i exclaimed slightly attracted to his arabic voice, "arabic is so beautiful. i love our language."
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authors note: sorry for not updating totally forgot LMAOOO
