As you say

Chapter 25

"So if you multiply x with a minus, you could turn it positive... okay?" I scribbled in Blake's notebook.

"No. Not okay. How do you even-whatever, I'm over it!" Blake shoves his book across the table.

"It's not that hard, Blake! You just have to-" I laugh.

"No, Zaili! No, no, no and no sqaured or whatever! Forget it right now okay!" Blake groans.

"Alright, fine then. Hey, what are you doing this afternoon?" I nudge him.

"Nothing. My mum and dad are going out on their usual friday couple thing, so I'm alone," he shrugs nonchalantly.

"So you want to come over to my house? Ashton and I are watching a movie, don't know which one yet, but it's happening," I smile at him.

"After school?" he asks, and Ashton just nods as gte slides in next to me on the bench.

"Apparently the lady has a burning desire for television today," I smiles and kisses me on the cheek.

Protectiveness. I was pushing the line with these two; althougg Blake has calmed down a bit, Ashton still does not trust him. At all.

As the bell rang for the last two periods I trugded, unwillingly, to English class.

School. Do not want. Kill me now.

"Zaili! Are you ready? To watch a movie?" Blake sings the second I am let out.

"Jail," I mutter back at the class, before joining up with Ashton and Blake.

"Don't tease Ashton, Blake. He can't sing," I say sadly.

"How dare you! I can sing!" Ashton stares at me with mock anger.

"Have you ever sung for me?" I bump into him as we start walking.

"Stop this nonsense right now and I'll serenade you later, okay?" Ashton says with a seemingly serious expression.

One glance at Blake had us all bursting with laughter. I laughed until I was sure I had secured a six-pack or something. I would be disappointed when I checked later on.

"Don't ever say that again!" Blake laughs as we struggle to breath and walk.

Something about it, I don't know what, sets Ashton off. His spine stiffens and he stands taller. Thank the Lord for self-control.

"Let's just keep walking," I say, taking Ashton's hand and pulling Blake by the arm. We walk further in silence.

Dimwits.

"Are Michelle or Marcel here?" Blake asks as we enter my house.

"Nope, they're at a client of my dad's," I say and shrug out of my hoodie.

"So what are we watching? Have you decided yet?" Ashton asks.

"Pitch Perfect."

Blake grabbed Ashton by the arm, turning him around. "Be afraid! Be very afraid! Zaili knows this movie better than the actors themselves!" he spoke in forced whispers.

"And you know it just as well, so shut up!" I push him.

"I've never watched it before," Ashton shrugs.

Within a nanosecond I was pushing the boys towards the living room, swapping DVDs, and hitting play.

This is my movie. I curl up next to Ashton, he put his arm around me. My feet are rested in Blake's lap. My boys. I smile.

This is my life.