Green Jacket, Soft Heart.

Green Jacket, Soft Heart.

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Mo and Zayan are two highschool teenagers who first glance seem like polar opposites. A confident , smart young man with a quiet charm and a love for books, and an outgoing, bubbly, and unapologetically flamboyant force of nature who lights up every room he enters. When fate and a first day of school throws them together, they form an unlikely friendship that quickly becomes something more. From stolen glances in steel pan class to a confession sealed with burnt cookies, their story is one of laughter, longing, and the realization that sometimes, the person who sees you best is the one you least expected.
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This is Siyana's (my) life! *this is a real life story and the names are changed due to copyright issues* Tons of boy drama and shipping. Hope you enjoy my life! Here are a few glimpses : 1. "From today I'll call you silverboy" I said. "What?" he exclaimed. "74-silverboy-Awad!" "Shut up, Siyana" he chuckled. And that's when I started calling him silverboy. Honestly, from here, I kept on calling him silverboy and never really stopped. 2. "What. About. Me, huh?" I whispered. "You know what I'd do to you?" he says as he slams me into the lockers. Everyone is simply staring at us, scared to interrupt Malik completely becoming a beast. Pedro screeches "3, 2, 1 *claps* Both of you should f*ck! Everyone! 3, 2, 1 both-" "f*ck off" Malik interrupts as he scrambles off me. "What would you do huh?" I whisper hungrily, yet again. He slams me against the locker, harder this time. He leans forward and bends down to match my eye level, completely forgetting that we're in public. "There's two parts of me. One part of me wants to murder you" he sighs. 3. "Okay. Now Hazza's getting murdered" I say out loud. " Anyone selling popcorn? I'll take it for 50 Dirhams, final price" Zayn says. "HAZZA ALMANSOORI!" I snap. "I'm sorrrry" he purrs whilst chuckling. "You're not sorry are you? Are you sorry, Hazza?" I say firmly, trying to sound intimidating. "You're not intimidating!" A very familiar voice states. Malik. "Well, speak of the devil." I sarcastically smile. "So happy to see me, aren't you? What's Hazza doing?" He asks, his voice laced with curiosity. "He was shipping us both." I whisper-yell, knowing what's about to come next. Malik punches Hazza....Anddddd Hazza gets a black eye from Malik. Of course!

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