Me And Y8

8-Sync

"You can argue with your legs around my waist."-Book

"Is it normal? To have to physically stop yourself from falling in love?"-Quote

"It beats for you so listen close"-Song

"The fuck?" Malik growls, staring at the splinter in my palm. 

"It's not that fucking deep!" I shriek, trying to shut him up.

"Siyana, go to the nurse, I will take you there if I need to."

"Whatever the fuck." I murmur, thinking about how I ended up here.

Basically, my water bottle is made glass and of fucking course I broke it.... in my arms; in front of fucking Malik, alarming him making him completely fucking traumatised making him making me go to the fucking nurse when it was just my fucking hand bleeding. It's not that deep!

I come back to Math, Mr. Reid is a fucking whore, and of fucking course he doesn't take the hint with my entire palm being covered with some white, sticky shit because of Malik and his stubborn ass. 

"Siyana, thirteen minutes late!" He shrieks, the fuck?

"She was at the nurse." Malik drawls out, acting as if he doesn't want the extra attention.

Stalker.

"Stalker, much?" Hazza says, his eyes wide open in mock horror.

"Shut the fuck up." I yell but Mr. Reid is deaf to my swearing.

"Ya binti, stop swearing." Omar email squeals. No one asked. (Girl)

I think it's because I'm a bit grumpy today. 

Not very mindful. Not very demure. Not very cutesy.

I would be a comedic muse if I said this shit out loud. I'm grumpy, annoyed, mad because I don't understand where me and Malik are getting too? Are we friends? Fuck nah. Enemies? I guess so.

Anyways, Ava is either a fucking bitch or kinda okay, I guess.

Leah's an annoying, entitled, white whore who- alliteration!  An annoying, entitled whore who thinks that she's good at everything.

Evelyn's invisible and Mia's not cool enough.

Laila's out of the school; Laina, Lily and Yasmine are a group with Aya. 

Malik hates me. Why the fuck is he in this list?

Sinamika can fuck herself, oh wait, she does hump herself every fucking day.

Stop rolling your eyes.

You're so rude.

Shut the fuck up.

Your eyes are always like at the back your head.

At least I get someone to roll my eyes to, unlike you. Who doesn't get any men. 

Roasted.

I'm on a spree.

"Okay class, we'll be getting our test results back! This is an example that got a 100%." He rambles and I focus on finding out who got a 100%.

Asher. His name was written clearly, Asher Lee.

"Asher!" Two whispers chirped, both at the two ends of the classroom. Front-right and back-left. 

Malik.

"Oh hell nah!" Tyke throws his head back and laughs. I do not feel any kind of attraction towards Tyke anymore.