Me And Y8

5-Hate

"Heads, I kiss you. Tails, you kiss me"-Book

"I shouldn't be jealous, he isn't mine"-Quote

"So in love that you act insane"-Song

Eww, we have music. I fucking despise music. Yada, yada. He keeps on yapping about composing, performing and learning about different music styles. Can he shut the fuck up already?

"Okay, for the performing part, you guys will have to perform." The teacher says. No shit.

"No shit." I whisper to Leah, who in turn giggles.

"You're turning into Malik." She whispers back. At this point, he's engraved deep inside of me. He's a part of me and there will be reminders of him everywhere through words, actions; I hate that.

"There will be one main band. Who is an expert in a specific instrument?" He asks.

After counting the numbers, he says "Kay, five people interested. Malik for drums, Mia for piano, Leah for base guitar and singing, Asher for ukulele and Siyana for singing. Or piano or ukulele?"

"I'll do singing this term, Mr. G."

"Singing for Siyana." He confirms.

"You guys can first go into a practice room and practice. Select an appropriate song without themes of love, swear words or inappropriate references."

"What do you mean?" Malik asks.

Deja Vú.

"As in by inappropriate references?" I finish.

"As in things that two adults in love might do when they're alone." He says only to be interrupted by me and Malik cackling. Love this.

"Let's go guys."

"I don't wanna be in the same room as Siyana. Like no!" Malik pouts, childishly.

"Aww, come on now baby." I mock him.

"Whatever." He huffs, his hands on hips. Sassy man apocalypse be like.

"This is it! #Salik forever!" Mia screams, making me process what I had just said. Well, fuck.

We went to the practice room and we're trying to select an appropriate song but I could not stay normal for god's sake.

I know exactly what to do. "Guys I know a song y'all-"

"Shut the fuck up." Malik says.

"You shut the fuck up. I think that we should do gangster's wife."

"What's that?" Asher asks.

"Keep you on my mente, siempre mi vida
I'm a gangster's wife to an anybody killa
Daddy, let me know that I'm your only girl
The only man that I need in this gangster world"

"Oh fuck nah!" Malik screams.

"Daddy, let me know that I'm your only girl." I sing again.

"Shut the fuck up!" Malik yells.

"What has gotten into you?" I yell back.

"It was never anything."

What was never anything? Us? Yeah, I knew that Mr. Awad.

"Mia, you know I can play Fur Elise with my right hand?" I push Mia off the piano seat and position myself.

"Your piano teacher taught you?" Leah asks.

"No, I've been going for like 3 lessons. I just learnt it off YouTube. I hate piano, I'm fucking being forced to do this shit!" I confide.

And I start playing the first few keys when Malik interrupts me.

"Fucking can't even play the base you worthless piece of shit." He mutters. Ouch.

"Yes I can play the base guitar!" Leah exclaims.

"What? No! Not you Leah. I would never call you anything like that. Of course you can play the base! You're so good at singing. Duh? Why would anyone ever talk bad about your musical skills?" Malik says, casually in a sweet tone. Double ouch.

"It was about fucking Siyana. She does not fucking know how to do anything related to music. Oh wait, forgot she didn't have a brain." He laughs. Triple ouch.

He's mean, y'all. I think I'm hallucinating but I see Leah biting back a tiny smirk. Fuck nah.

"Silver-boy, I think that you've forgotten on how I've gotten higher grades than you in every subject and test. Also considering that you've never gotten an award, I don't think you should say that. Just saying." I said firmly, yet I think that the hurt was obvious in my eyes. Not that anyone in this room fucking cares.

"Whatever the fuck." No one dares utter a word. This is serious, not flirty banter but an actual fight laced with venom.

Actual enemies.

I zone out for the rest of the lesson yet slightly tuning into their conversation after realizing that if we're enemies, then this would be normal.

I gotta normalize this shit in my heart.

"At this point, we should do the Peppa Pig tune. Siyana should be the representative for this cause she looks like a pig." Malik taunts.

Four ouches.

"Siyana's the skinniest cool girl in our class. What do you mean?" Leah states.

"Even though I'm not fat, at least weight can be fixed unlike your face. By the way, I think the reason why Malik and Zayn are good at running is because they resemble fucking sticks making them fly in the air. No muscle, fucking skinny and short little shits who give off small dick energy." I retaliate.

What does 7*5-3*9=?

Ate.

I hate him. I've said it, a lot but still don't mean it.

Can't he be more like Cardan or Aaron or Augustus or Saad or Adrik? Fuck Malik.

I loathe him. I detest him. I despise him. I abhor him. I averse him. I spite him. I I feel repulsed whenever I'm near him. I want to eviscerate him. I want to skin him alive. I want to rearrange his guts all out of order. I want to disembowel him. I felt animosity towards him. I hate him.

But I don't.