Me And Y8

30 - Duo

"You said you cared about me, and I care about you. More than anything else in this world. Please, darling. I know I broke my promise once, but I'll never do it again. Not when I know it means losing you." - Book

"Will someone chase the parts of my broken soul in the wind just to piece them together?" - Quote

"I can't help but love you, even though I try not to." - Song

"Did you read it?" I ask him about the papers from Maths Challenge. I reward my silverboy with an exclusively new one, every week.

"Yes, okay? Fine, but only like the first six words and it was that weird song that you always sing."

"Which song?"

"The brain rot one, Siyana."

"Oh, you know me as the rizzler, I'm a panther dressed in black. Once I give your girl the Rizz face, there's not chance she's coming back. That's fucking iconic but nothing else?"

He shakes him head. "Nothing else."

"Why?!"

"Because." I love doing what you don't want me to do, his gaze speaks.

I innocently pout at him. "So, you didn't read the part where I confessed my unyielding love for you?"

"Your love for who?" Aya screams.

Malik's eyes resemble tennis balls, wide with horror and terror. Our guy's is fucking blushing. "Siyana, what?" Asher mutters.

"I wrote song lyrics on it about TikTok trends. Like, 'you know me as the rizzler' and 'brat summer'. I also very thoughtfully wrote - 'wait, they don't love you, like I love you. Wait, they don't love you like I love you.'" I retaliate.

"Just a trend?" This seems to cure Malik's heart attack as I assure him with it being just a trend.

Oh, but it isn't.

***

"And 'Ashik'? Takes the lead with a Megladon in Fishing Frenzy!" Our science teacher exclaims.

We're playing a game of Blooket before our science test. "I fucking give up!" I declare as Asher and Malik win 1st place in the Blooket.

"Siyana! Look at fucking that!" Of course the first thing that comes out of his mouth is my name. And he directly looks at me.

In the eye.

"Okay class, let's get started with the test."

We get started.

I do amazing, I knew everything. It was fucking easy. I wait for Malik to hand over his papers.

He waits for me, as he turns behind. He signals me to go ahead, I tip my head for him.

Sighing he walks ahead, as I get out of my chair. The entire class giggles and shakes their heads in astonishment.

Thirteen minutes in the test, a fucking world record. That's me and my silverboy.

"I'm still on the 11th question....." Pedro trails off.

"Bummer." I dryly state.

He smirks. "And?"

Aya raises an eyebrow, processing my smirk at Malik's reply. He shifts towards me as he whispers, "Seven?"

"Why?" I ask.

"Just, please."

And as inviting those words were, I stood still. More like sat still but you know?