"A temptation with no escape. An obsession with no end. An addiction with no cure." - Book
"Where there is love, there is life." - Quote
"His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold." - Song
"His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold. Na, na, na. No need to ask he's a smooth operator! Smooth, operator!" I sing, walking into the band room.
"Shut up." Malik's already there.
"You're early, milky."
"You don't get to call me that."
I have a list of nicknames that I should call Malik : silverboy, my man, hottie, eye-candy, Lekki baby, my lion, habibi, Lexi.
"Then what do I get to call you?" I ask. Leah, Jennie and Asher are already here. We're waiting on Mia and Pedro.
Pedro and Mia barge in, full of snacks in their arms.
"Daddy!" Pedro chimes in, unaware of the circumstances.
Oh hell nah, I think.
Malik blushes a beet red, a colour I've never seen on him before.
"Aayyyyyyyyyyyooooooooo!" Asher screams.
"That's debatable." Leah smirks, her cheeks coated pink.
"Let's start, guys?" I awkwardly nod, Mia and Pedro unaware of what the fuck just happened.
"Can you feel it? Now it's coming back, we can steal it. If we bridge this gap, I can see you. Through the curtains of the waterfall." I sing, the song, but Malik stops us.
"It's too slow."
"Yeah, you set the speed and I'll tell everyone to follow up." I agree. He shows me the right beat, while I make adjustments with Mia, first.
"Dun, dun, dun, dun-dun, dun-dun. That's the beat, I tell them."
We get it right, and as we perfect it, our teacher walks in. It's fucking lunch, let us practice in peace.
"Siyana, I'm trying not to be nasty but I have to. The 'can you feel' part, kind of has to be more of a B-flat rather than a D-flat. No riff, just straight, plain." He says.
"Okay." I mumble.
"Sing it for me. Only you and whoever you want to go with you."
"Malik? Start from the top of the chorus and Mia start from the 'can you feel my love' part, okay?"
"Fine." Malik responds.
"So say Geronimo, say Geronimo, say Geronimo, say Geronimo, say Geronimo, say Geronimo, say Geronimo. Can you feel my love?"
"Perfect, just keep on practicing because now, it sounds like actual music."
"Okay, thank you." I mutter.
"Once more."
"Malik, start from the love part. 3. 2. 1. Can you feel my love?"
"Perfect, have a great day."
"You too." Leah mumbles.
The second he leaves, I whip out my favourite finger and flip him off.
"Fuck yourself, bitch. I don't want to be nasty, but you're ugly." I mock as
Leah bursts into fits of laughter.
"You're ridiculous." Malik sighs, a smile still coating his face.
Bustling with fake curiosity, I ask. "Guys, do you guys know what a hickey is?"
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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...
