My Love Life : Y7

56 - Haircuts and boners

This morning, Malik came in and the look on MY face was hilarious.He got that f*cking buzz cut that every Egyptian has. It's practically bald on the sides and there's a lump of hair in the middle. Like stoooop. 

But he still looks hot. I should really stop gawking at him, shouldn't I? 

Also, I was caught staring at Tyke and that little bastard said "Siyana and Malik, I get that you're a couple, and the same person. But can you please stop staring at me at the same time. It's really weird" in a loud, British accent. And then Zayn added "you know what else is weird? Siyana and Malik denying feelings for each other". 

Wtf? Is the only thing they ever think about is shipping us? 

I swear. 

After school, I started screaming "imagine having so much gel in your hair that you have to chop it off" because Malik, Habeel were walking in front of me. And then Malik finally snapped "the barber was Indian so *quiet sign and then shows me his jawline*". Like it was the mewing trend you know? Like this - 🤫🧏🏽. And then Habeel said "shut up Siyana, his haircut is better than yours!". But it isn't, I thought to myself. I forgot that Zayn was there. "Malik is showing Siyana his jawline to make her fall for him!" Zayn screeched. I swear everything has to do with Malik liking me or vice-versa. And then, Habeel whispered something to Malik and Malik said "heyy Siyana, look". Then, they both were like - 🤫🧏🏽. 

And then, Habeel screamed "oh my god" and pointed to the other direction. I looked away and Malik turned my head. Did I mention I could only see his face because of close we were? I don't think so. He turned my head towards him and did - 🤫🧏🏽 - again! After that, Zayn started screaming "Siyana and Malik sitting on a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Fi-" and Malik sprinted behind Zayn. Lolll. 

Imagine.

Every time we swim, it's separated because of I don't know why reasons. But if me and Malik were older, like Y10 or Y11 we'd probably f*ck each other just by seeing each other. I mean being half-naked helps, right? But for the end of year swim check, it was by classes so everyone was together.

Oh lord, did I tell y'all about how I'm barely above average in swimming and he's a professional swimmer? Did I? So, get ready to be embarrassed. Nooo, Tyke and Zayn are f*cking professional swimmers too. Ugh. Ima get made fun of. I got out and he, my silverboy, started checking me out in the most obvious way possible.

He looked delicious, like I coul-

We're not gonna mention my thought process whenever I stare, more like ogle and gawk at Malik.

He has abs.

I should stop. I was wearing the school's one piece. Randomly, in line for the test I was parallel to Malik. There were two separate lines and of course, totally not set up by everyone in the class, Malik was right next to me. And my friend said something, really dirty which caused me to start moaning.

"Ah, ah, ahhh. *giggling*" I screeched. Tyke stared at me. "Stop. Moaning" he said, his voice hoarse and deeper than before. "Ahh, ahh, ahhhh, ah, why-ah does this both-ahh-er you sooo much?" I exclaimed, as my eyes glinted playfully. "Siyana. I said. Stop. Moaning." He f*cking ordered me around here.

Yes, daddy.

No, we're not doing that. His hand was curled up into a fist as those chocolate, brown eyes clearly had restricted pain inflicted in them. It hit me, right there and then.

Did he just get bricked up? Did I just give Malik a boner? Holy motherf*cking moly.

He then told the teacher some lies about his leg hurting and didn't swim for around 20 minutes after. The poor dude. I'm only 99.99% sure that he got hard. I didn't wear a swim cap becaus no thank you and it literally doesn't do anything. I let my hair down and fully let it get wet. I squeezed the water out and my hair remained in its natural, wavy state. Tyke was practically staring, ogling at my appearance after we had finished "showering".

I was still in the showers (fully clothed obviously) and almost everyone had left. It was only you-know-who and me. The tension was so thick you could slice it with a knife. Holy, I just made my worst academic rival, hard.