Me And Y8

53 - Moments Of Bonding

"Your love. The only thing I needed from you. You are one with the power, you've just never known what the fuck to do with it." - Book

"He occupies the entirety of me until all I can do is bow and pray. To my lord." - Quote

"I just can't believe my first love won't be around." - Song

"Habeel! Can I draw on you? Please?" I flash Habeel my best puppy eyes as he nonchalantly agrees.

Typical Habeel.

He should be the face of nonchalantness.

I continue to draw unrecognizable dicks and middle fingers onto his arm with Mrs. Narwin right beside us. "What are you drawing?"

I don't reply. "Bruh, what is this? I don't get it." 

"You'll get it in about a moment." I tell him.

I give the finishing touches to my masterpieces as he grins, "Are you drawing a dick?"

"Yep, yep, yep." I say, popping the 'p'.

"Nice!" He sounds the most excited I've ever seen him. "Draw more."

And I do. After I'm done, it's time for math. 

"You don't have to do the question about rotational symmetry, if you don't want to. But-" Mr. Reid inhales. "Actually, Siyana and Malik? Both of you solve it. Compulsory."

Malik looks confused. "What?"

"Oh my days, how deaf are you on a scale of one to ten?" I grumble because Malik chooses to ignore me. Like always.

Mr. Reid explains the question to Malik as Habeel whispers, "One."

Huh? I send him a confused look. 

Hold up- was he answering my question from a minute ago? I start cackling as the realisation hits me and Habeel does too while everyone stares at us, weirded out.

Math starts and it's easy. Nothing special as me and Eliana finish way too early; starting to yap about how the British's control over India has had an effect in language and the way that people in Southern India converse.

Typical academic weapon shit that Siyana does when she's bored. Like dye my hair, or read the entire parent handbook.

"No! It's actually so annoying. Like, whenever I try to speak in my mother tongue, it's half English. And it most definitely stems from the British rule!" I screech.

She nods, "Exactly, especially because I'm basically Portugese." 

"Mr. Reid is pissing me off. Arey, bhenchod!" I yell and then cover my mouth. "Fuck, he can speak Hindi." (Hey, sisterfucker!)

Habeel laughs in the background as Malik asks Habeel through a poor attempt to whisper. "Who can speak Hindi?"

Habeel explains the situation to Malik who still cannot comprehend that there are more than 20 languages in my country. "That's interesting." Eliana comments after silence.

"What's interesting?" I question her.

"His attention is always on you because you weren't even that loud, Jennie probably wouldn't hear what you said. But Malik did, so that means that he's always listening to what you say." She analyzes poor silverboy.

"And? It's not something that I didn't know." I furrow my eyebrows at her.

"Interesting." She grinds her teeth, as if forcing herself to shut up.