Me And Y8

15-Please

"You're my salvation, my guidance, my world"-Book

"We are strangers with memories"-Quote

"Tell me why this has to end"-Song

In English, we're supposed go in pairs, write a book and make ways to publish it.

I wrote the story, Leah made the cover, printed it and did the artsy shit. We were finished.

However, a lot of teams weren't and needed a stapler. And of fucking course, I was the only fucking person in the entire fucking class of motherfucking 8G is fucking me. Everyone asks and asks and asks, like, get your own stapler, you little shits.

But what I never knew is that people, even in a desperate situation, wouldn't have basic manners.

Malik is people.

And I am going to get my fucking respect.

"Can I get the stapler?" Malik asks, no manners.

"No, it's Siyana's." Leah replies.

He continues. "I asked her."

"Oh."

"I'm expecting more, Malik." I answer.

"I want the fucking stapler, Siyana." No manners.

"Ya binti? Can I get the stapler?" Omar asks, Zayn tagging along.

"Maybe request?" I retaliate, making their stupid brains struggle.

"What?" Aya asks, unable to process stuff this complicated in that little brain.

"A please would be nice.." I mumble.

Omar swiftly understands, "Can I please get the stapler?" Nice, Omar.

"Zayn?" I question greedily.

"Please, can we get the stapler?"

"Mhm, you can." I pout, with wide-doe eyes.

"I said, can I get the fucking stapler?" Malik asks again, yet to no avail. No manners.

"I think you saw exactly what happened with Omar and Zayn, Malik. A please would make whatever this is, change."

He paces to Damien, his partner and back to me as Tyke giggles.

He keeps on walking swiftly, past me with pleading eyes. Come on, can he not say it?

He does this quite a few times, running his hands through his hair, it's not that hard? "Can I get the stapler. Please." He finally rushes out, making me smirk.

"Uh, what was that again, I didn't hear it?"

"I said please."

"Full sentence together, Malik." Leah laughs, as Aya stares at Malik. Yeah, I don't think he's ever said please to anyone here before.

I think that's why Pedro, Asher, Habeel, Tyke, Hazza and Damien are gawking at us both. While Zayn and Omar are sniggering. The other Omar is just giving Malik a 'the fuck?' stare.

"I said fucking please, Siyana."

"No one cares. I said fucking full sentence, Malik." I reply.

"Give me the stapler, Siyana? Please?" He utters, making me grin as I knew what was coming next.

"Guess what? I feel like a fucking bitch. Today? Is it only today, Leah? That I act like a cocky bitch, be honest? I like being a cocky bitch." I retort, making Zayn squint at me.