Curry Munching with the French Boy

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AN: Picture of Maliha :P

On Wednesday morning Diya began vomitting non-stop. I cringed as I walked past the bathroom where I could hear her heaving into the toilet. I slipped into the kitchen, grabbed an apple, and was out the door before my mother could call me back to eat a proper breakfast.

Avril drove me to school with the usual best friend banter passing between us, and we pulled up to school at 8. Devin arrived a few moments later and parked next to us like he usually did.

"Where's your sis?" He asked, in a cold harsh tone. Ever since me not kissing him on Sunday he had been acting hostile towards me. He was asking for too much in too short a time, I couldn't give him what he wanted.

"Sick." I mumbled. Devin seemed to perk up slightly, but still maintained his hard unwavering expression.

"I hope she gets better soon." He muttered.

"I don't." School was always so pleasant without Diya. She was my sister and I loved her, but it was nice to not have to see her with her slutty friends handling my man. Wait, he wasn't my man...

"That's 'cause you're a heartless bitch."

That’s how Devin had been acting towards me these last few days. I had come to learn that the way he dealt with pain was to become angry. Avril probably thought he was teasing me, but I knew better.

"Fuck you, Devin." I growled, gritting my teeth.

"Daydreaming again, sweetheart?" He replied cockily. Okay, so this guy definitely had more insane mood swings than I did on Sunday.

"Get out of my face." I groaned.

"Fine," he grinned turning to walk in the opposite direction, "but you can't avoid me forever. Especially not on Sundays."

I huffed and glared at his back as he walked away. He was acting immature. If I didn't want to commit to him, then he didn't have to act mean to me! The mature thing would be to wait till I was ready. This just proved how much love sucked. Thank god I learnt that early.

"What's he talking about?" Avril asked.

"Devin helps me with French on Sundays."

"I didn't fucking know that, hoebag!" Avril exclaimed punching my shoulder.

"First off, ow! Secondly, it doesn't even matter."

"Yes it does! You didn't tell me about your Sunday Sex Sessions." Avril grinned nudging my shoulder.

"We didn't have sex, Av." I grumbled. "We were close to it, though."

"What!" She squealed stopping me in the middle of the hallway, "what stopped you?"

"Period." I muttered unlocking my locker.

"Sucks. How far did you go?" She grinned.

"I was shirtless, he was shirtless. There were tongues and lips in places"

"Oh la la." Avril sang.

"Whatever. He's still dating my sister, and I'm pretty sure he hates my guts too." I scowled, shutting my locker and making my way with Avril to class.

"I think he's using you for sex." Avril stated. I stopped in my tracks and stared at her,

"What? No." I laughed. He was a dickhead for reacting that way, but everyone has different ways of dealing with rejection and I understood that. As much as he was being an asshole right now, he wouldn't use me like that...would he? I'd known him for a little over a month and a half, which wasn't long, meaning I didn't know too much about him yet. Maybe he was a dirty, deceiving bastard. I remembered Avril's warning I hear he's a heartbreaker. Perhaps that's what she meant.