Me And Y8

31 - Lost

"Tell me not to kiss the shit out of you." - Book

"It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved." - Quote

"Darling, you look perfect tonight." - Song

"So, if you guys need help, what're you going to do?" She asks.

"Ask people on our table." Leah answers.

Zayn proceeds. "And then ask you."

"If I'm busy, you can ask these two here. Call this the expert table where you can come and ask either Malik or Siyana."

'Of fucking course', I roll my eyes as Malik scoffs.

Ava giggles as Habeel speaks. "So, can Malik help me with painting the white?"

"Yes, but I'd prefer Siyana for more artistic work and Malik for the moulding and shaping, part. Understand?" Yeah, we all know that Habeel's still going to go to Malik.

"So, hey expert table!" Pedro exclaims.

Shut the fuck up. "Shut the fuck up."

"For once, she's right." Malik doesn't take his eyes of his piece.

"I'm flattered."

"You shouldn't be."

"Don't worry, I'll get used to it." I false-smile as I utter the words.

"Don't get used to it."

I leave for Ava's table with that. "Hey, Ava. What's crackalacking?"

"Nothing, just wanted to ask for help from the expert table, Siyana." She teases.

Okay, maybe Ava is a no for now. Leah, no. Mia, oh fuck nah. Evelyn?

"Hey Evelyn!"

Sarcasm drips through her tone, "Hey. Where's the expert table, I need help?"

"Shut up, Evelyn."

"I could only wish that me and Alejan-"

"I'm leaving." I grit.

Since my friends weren't an option, I unfortunately sit my ass down at my table. "Ms? When are you changing the seating plan?"

"Siyana, I'll keep it the same for the next year."

"No! You can't. That's really unfair, first of all. Secondly, please don't. Thirdly, why would you? Fourthly, I need to change seating plans. This is suffocating, I'm dying." I exaggerate my pain through melodrama.

She laughs. "Ms, I cannot sit with her for the rest of the year by any means. And also, I want a new seating plan. For next term? Maybe?" He begs.

Zayn chirps in. "You know that she'll put you both together again, right? I mean 2 terms in a row. Amazing."

"Did I put you both together, in Term 3 for Year 7?"

"Unfortunately." Malik answers.

"I definitely won't put you both together, next term. Trust me." She reassures.

I grin. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, Siyana." My silverboy replies.

***

"Finish these worksheets and then you guys get to check your test scores."

I feel his stare at the side of my neck, as a silent challenge.

I accept.

His pen works wonders as I reciprocate. I flip the paper the moment his eyes scan through the second side. I go faster and faster, till' I'm done. Till' we both yell together, "I'm done!"