"I want to spend the rest of my nights with you. I want to spend the next decade working to be the man you always deserved. I want my greed to be for your love, your laughter, and our life together." - Book
"I don't do vulnerable. It clashes with my bitch aesthetic." - Quote
"I may snap and move fast, but you won't see me fall apart." - Song
"And because I'm really mean, we're going to be spinning the wheel to find out our partners." What?! No fucking way that's happening.
Malik grins, can he not steal my gaze every fucking second? I hate the fact that I don't hate him, not even a little bit.
He whispers to Zayn, why am I still staring at him?
The wheel spins and the first name is.....me?!
Me? You're fucking kidding me.
Why the fuck am I always in the middle or like, first for all kinds of shit? I get that this is my story but am I the fucking protagonist for everyone's stories, at this point.
After that narcissistic session of self-loathing, I continue to stare at the wheel.
Don't lose focus. I fail.
Miserably, might I add. Hesitantly, I turn my head to stare at him.
He's gorgeous. His grin slowly evolves into a knowing smirk as I, puzzled, turn back around towards the board.
"It's in the middle!" Voices shout, snickering.
The person set to be my partner was in the middle of Zayn and Malik...
As if the shipping couldn't get worse. I swear I don't like him, guys.
It might be a bit too late for that. Just a bit.
"Siyana and Malik!" Aya screams.
"Siyana and Malik! Please, Ms. Narwin!" Mia yells.
Leah laughs. "Siyana and Malik!"
Habeel smirks, ushering Pedro. "Hashtag, they're together in everything. Hashtag, academic rivals to lovers. Hashtag, we need them to work together."
"POV, you watch an academic rivals to lovers story in real life." Sinamika chimes in.
"Let. Them. Cook!" David screeches.
"I want milky and his chocolate milk to cook."
"I want them together!"
Eliana frowns, Hijana raises an eyebrow. The fuck you staring at? You jealous?
Well, guess what? I don't think he likes you.
Not with the way me and Malik were shit talking about her.
"Bro. I hate Eliana so much." I shriek.
He slams his fist onto the piano. "Exactly, she's so shit at swimming but somehow is on the team."
I gasp. "Her fake British accent is faker than her shoes, like what kind of brand is 'Nikeb'? What the fuck?"
"When she jumps into the pool, all the water gets out due to the water not wanting to be touching her." Malik mutters, cackling.
"Also, because she's fucking fat, like, get a fucking grip." I ramble.
Evelyn, however, giggles and speaks up. "I guess I'll join in. Siyana and Malik!"
"It's not that deep guys, but Siyana and Malik." Ava mumbles.
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Me And Y8
RomansaThis 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...
