Me And Y8

23 - Famous

"She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and we both hated ourselves for it." - Book

"Where I breathe and when I think, I must love him." - Quote

"I miss you more than life." - Song

"My dig!" I yell.

Every lunch, we play in the gyms. I play volleyball with my friends, but handball, tag and basketball matches happen too.

"Set!" Mia yells.

We form a circle and today, there was a huge crowd forming right next to the handball match that - Asher, Pedro, Habeel, Damien, Zayn, Tyke and Malik - were playing.

Every time the ball went, out, one of the seven would probably catch, probably look at us, and probably look at me playing. I mean, Malik just kind of missed a throw because of him staring at me, so...

"Out!"

"Can we get the ball?" Diane asks Tyke.

"Nope? Yeah, whatever." He smirks.

"Serve it, Diane!"

"Dig!"

"No kicking the ball!"

"But it's allowed in volleyball."

"Yeah, but it's not allowed in this gym."

We continue playing as I yell, "don't get it out!"

A familiar voice I haven't heard in years fills my years. "Siyana? No fucking way! You're the girl fromArabic in Year 5-"

I interrupt him. "That's fucking enough. We don't talk about me in Year 5."

"It's wasn't that bad!"

"Yes it was, we don't talk about it."

"Why? Because Cole got replaced?"

"Who the fuck is Cole?" I ask.

"Cole? The one guy you were always shipped with?"

I scratch my neck. "Doesn't ring a bell."

Cole, Cole, Cole.

"You don't remember?"

"No, remind me more."

"He had tan skin, dirty blond hair and amber eyes."

"Oh, Cole? I was shipped with him? Good thing I didn't know because I definitely would've thrown up."

"You knew it! People would always snicker when in Arabic, you both were paired together."

"I did not."

"It's okay, you replaced him with Malik, which you and Malik are the most superior ship ever."

I sigh. "What the fuck? Brandon, are you mentally stable?"

"Yes, that's why I'm saying that you and Malik are the best."

"We are not and he doesn't like me like that. I don't like him either." I explain.

He pushes. "But he likes you. And you like him."

"I don't! Which class are you in, 8A?"

"Yeah. It did come from 8G to 8A, talk about popularity. I can't say who, but someone told me that Malik likes you and I heard it from him-who-is-glaring-at-me for-speaking-about-him right now."

A grin forms. "No ways, he doesn't though. We're the worst academic rivals, ever."

"I don't think any type of academic rivals get shipped this much."