"I love hard but I promise, I fuck harder"-Book
"Don't know how I'm living without my heart, because he had it since the day we met"-Quote
"I love you, I'm sorry"-Song
"Siyana, you will be sitting opposite Hazza, next to Omar Ismail." Ms. White says. I hate French. I love Spanish. I get 100s in both.
"Siyana!" Hazza squeals. Not this idiot again. It's okay, Hazza's nice though, fucking funny.
"Hi Hazza!" I squeal, just as excited.
Time passes by as we're given practice exercises to help us for our baselines. I despise baselines, especially science ones. It's because I fail them.
"Hazza." I drawl out.
"Siyana." He drawls out and we burst out laughing.
"Hazza, how do you say 'fuck you' in Arabic?"
"I-I." He stutters.
"Don't tell her!" Omar screeches.
"Shut the fuck up, ya ghabiyah!" I yell at Omar. (you stupid). Hazza cackles;louder than a flock of crows, worse than a hyena.
"I forget- forgot 'fuck you' but I know 'motherfucker'." He says.
"Ya Hazza-" Omar interrupts.
"Ya Hazza. Shut the fuck up, email. It's a conversation between me and Hazza, not you and me you slut." I mock.
"It's 'Yel'an Umak'. Repeat after me."
"What?"
"Yel'an Umak."
"Elay Umak?"
"Yel'an Umak."
"Yelan Umak?"
"You're close. The accent comes from your throat." Omar says, indulging in the conversation.
"Yel'an Umak." I finally get it right.
"Fuck yeah!" Hazza screams, a bit too loud.
The whole class stares at me and Hazza laughing.
"Test time. Hazza's corrupting Siyana too much, I see." She says. Yeah, you see because you're fucking not blind. No shit.
*time skip*
Of fucking course, I get stuck in the elevator alone with Malik to get the print-outs for Ms. White. Fun!
"What was so funny about Hazza?" Mr. Spawn of the devil asks.
"None of your business."
"Why did you laugh with him?"
"Why did you say that I was stupid?"
"You call me dumb all the time!"
"Because you are!"
"This is why I fucking despise you!" He says as the elevator dings.
"As if I don't!" I yell back.
"You don't understand, it's like you like every boy except for me!"
"Name one except Hazza."
"Omar Ismail?"
"You talk to every girl but me?"
"What?"
"Leah."
"Except for Leah."
"Ava. Evelyn."
"Jealous? Want some jam with your jelly?" He asks.
YOU ARE READING
Me And Y8
RomanceThis is the second part of the book "My Love Life : Y7". See how Siyana and Malik's story unfolds this academic year! Or is Malik completely out of the frame? Kisses, flirting, stolen glances, banter and maybe dating.... You never know, it's yet to...
