Walk Of Shame (On hold)

Part 20

September 15, 2003

"Broooooo did you see the new girl? DamnShe's a smoke show. I heard she threw water in Henry's face. And you know anyone that doesn't like Henry is definitely my type" Habib said to Zayn.

Zayn sighed, closing his novel to regard his friend.
"Habib, every girl in this school is your type"

"Except the ones that like Henry, he's a punk. But asides that, this girl is special. I can feel it. She's probably going to be my wife"

Zayn rolled his eyes, attempting to go back to his 'John sandford'

"For God's sake leave the damn book and come with me" Habib groans dragging his friend by the scruff of his neck which Zayn hated. He huffed in annoyance.

"Ugh you always do this, you know I hate it when you do this"

"You know I like getting you riled up, it's the only way you learn to stand up for yourself" Zayn didn't respond, but followed his love-struck friend.

She smiled and it was like a punch to his gut. His breath congealed in his throat. The feeling took Zayn by surprise. I wasn't like anything he's ever felt. He swiped his glasses off his face, suddenly feeling the need to look 'presentable'. He straightened his back and tried to smooth the wrinkles out of his uniform shirt. Thankfully, Habib didn't notice.

She was beautiful and her eyes squinted when she laughed and she looked smart and Zayn was sure she smelled of some sweet expensive bakhoor. He was sweating and he wasn't even the one that's about to talk to her.

"Hi bintu right? can I talk to you outside please" Habib said, cool as a cucumber. Zayn envied that about him. He could say what he wanted, when he wanted and how he wanted. He was 'the golden boy' he was smart, he was confident and he got all the girls. Well, all except the ones that liked Henry. It was like an unspoken school wide rule; any one that liked or was friends with Habib, couldn't like or be friends with Henry and vice versa.

Bintu looked unfazed, bored even. She stood up and walked past Zayn and he was right. She smelled heavenly. Zayn and Habib followed her outside the classroom.

Zayn stayed a safe distance away from the duo but he could still hear Habib try to woo bintu. He also heard her tell him she'd "think about it" which didn't make sense to him. It's a yes or no type of thing.

That night, Zayn couldn't sleep and he had no idea what was happening to him. This was the first time he'd felt like this in all his 18 years of life.

The next day Zayn 'forgot' his glasses at home. He never thought of the glasses, all he knew was he needed them to read and write. Now with Bintu around, he realized how ugly and thick the brown frames were and he hated them.

He got to class and saw Habib, sitting next to Bintu who was in his seat. She was laughing, and Zayn's breath seized and He froze at the door and just stared at her. She's the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. Should he walk to them or just sit somewhere else until they were done?

"Hey, Z! Come here and meet my girl " Zayn's heart gave a thump. That was fast. He struggled to move his limbs to where they were seated.

"Hi" he managed to say unshakenly. Thats good right?

Bintu smiled forcefully without saying anything. Zayn didn't care. All he knew was that she smiled at him.

"Zayn is my boy, he's crazy smart and he plays basketball with me. Also my seat mate" Habib says pointing to the seat she was in. Bintu just nodded, getting back to their conversation like Zayn wasn't there. Zayn sat in an empty seat behind the class until the bell rang at the end of recess and B left to go back to her class.