The Perks Of Being A Girl ♀ Zayn Malik

Perk 2 - Talk

The Perks of Being a Girl [Zayn Malik]

Perk 2 - Talk

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"Why do you have so much food?"

It was kind of weird, to say the least. You see, a correct theory would be as that a nerd would have their lunch money taken away from his/her bullies. But this guy has like, bushels and crates of food. He had lunchboxes stacked to the ceiling, making my salad heap and potato mountain look pathetic.

"I'm a growing boy!" He exclaimed. The ironic thing was that he was shorter than me even when I'm not wearing heels.

"I need lots of nutrition and energy!" He can hardly move in gym, tripping over basketballs and failing to dodge dodgeballs. I'm a "girl" and I do better than him.

"Ah, I see," I sighed. I glared at him weirdly like any other human would do before getting lost in my thoughts. What he said did kind of make sense, but I'm supposed to be a girl and I'm supposed to be skinny and fit with a small waist and...

Shit, I'm even starting to think like a girl.

"But," I said rather obnoxiously, "aren't those lunchboxes unhealthy? Because, you know, they're packed in foam and stuff."

"Oh no, no, no, you see that man over there?" He pointed over to a man who looked stereotypically like he was homeless wave like a three-year-old. "He delivers these lunchboxes to me everyday fresh!"

The first thought that came into my head is how much does that even cost?

"Cool?" I said more of a question than a statement.

He is one odd kid.

"Oh, silly me." Feminine mode, on. "I didn't even ask for your name!"

"Marcel," he replied, "Marcel Stiles." He stuck out his hand for me to shake and being the woman that I am, I happily shook it.

Vigorously and up and down.

"I'm Veronica!"

I guess he couldn't hear me since he was stuttering from the vibration of the handshake. "MY NAME'S VERONICA!"

"HI VERONICA!" He was still shaking. Can't he resist himself from the vibrations. I guess I didn't have the strength of an actual girl.

"YOU CAN STOP NOW." Ah, right.

"Sorry about that," I gushed, "I guess I got carried away."

"So," I said, digging into my potatoes. "What classes do you have with me? I'm stupid, sorry."

"I have dance with you and no, you're not stupid." He smiles at me and I'm surprised by his confidence.

"Aw, thanks," I said, acting fake and annoying again.

The bell rang and I realized that I had biology next.

"I gotta go, bye!"

I got up from the seat and dumped the uneaten content in the trash before heading to the hall. I looked back and saw Marcel looking at his lap.

Oh my god.

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