"In public you're my princess, but in private you're my whore" - Book
"I hate the way you make me feel" - Quote
"Wishing on everyone that you'd be mine" - Song
"Ms!" I exclaim, approaching her.
"Hi, Siyana. Assessment grades?" My English Teacher questions.
"Yeah, who got the highest?" Me. I just know that it's me.
"You. 27/30. That's remarkable for creative writing. You got tied with a boy though. Let me check."
"M-Malik?"
"I thought you didn't think that I was smart, Siyana. It flatters me, correct?" Malik exaggerated, making my breath hitch.
Giggles fill the classroom as Evelyn smirks up at me. Fuck you.
"No, Habeel. You got a 27! Give it up for Siyana and Habeel. We'll continue the work in English today, you should be glad I told you guys the results in tutor." She excitedly claims, making my heart skip a beat. Malik wasn't there, on the throne with me. I'm happy for Habeel...
I'm not.
Why would I be?
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I don't like her, Malik's creative writing is outstanding, better than mine. And Habeel's. He deserves that one fucking 27. Maybe more.
She yaps, about how perfect Habeel's use of punctuation was. How there were only two RL5s.
That makes my heart sink into my stomach, as Malik keeps the fake smile on encouraging Habeel.
"The capture the classwork moment this assessment, has three people."
Me, Habeel and Malik. Please.
"Siyana, Ava and Habeel! I need a round of applause!" She screams, making me flinch in agony. Why Ava?
"Why Ava? Siyana would've been of more use if Malik was there, you know?" Zayn murmurs, trying to set a light mood.
"Ava for her descriptive ideas, Habeel for his outstanding punctuation and Siyana. Siyana's vocabulary is impeccable, I had to Google quite a few words, absolutely perfect." She praises, but I don't flash a signature grin, making alarms tick off in my friends' brains.
Leah raises an eyebrow at me; Evelyn squints at me, a sign to ask if I'm okay. I'm okay. But is he?
"Siyana! Siyana!" Zayn hisses, Omar yanking my arm for my attention.
A frown laces my lips. "What?"
"Look at Malik." He states, snickering. Is this fucking funny? Malik's lips twitch upwards the moment he catches anyone staring, he smiles, smirks and cracks a joke.
Leah sits opposite Malik in the new seating plan. Me with Elena, Zayn, Omar.
Malik with two Russian guys, Leah, Sinamika, Jennie. This is not okay.
"Hey." I walk over to Leah, striking a confident smile at David and Asher.
"I got a twenty." Leah says, giving me a soft smile.
"Well, sad. I got a twenty-seven!" I shriek.
"Good job!" Leah squeals.
The happiness overwhelming the sorrow was the only reason I could muster up the courage to grin. Flash a wide grin. "I know."
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...
