Daya

23|Hairy arms

This chapter is a bit short and kind of weird

We take our time walking and I take some glances at Ziyah. Today he's wearing a black beanie to go with a thrasher t shirt, usual black jeans, and Reebok's. His shoes are always so clean and his clothes sort of drown him, but he makes it work.

We avoid the football field and tennis courts by going through the student parking lot which is a long way, but we eventually get to the same spot in the park where we were yesterday.

The second we sit I remember my sort of promise, not about trying apple crumble, but telling Ziyah about my tears that came from the paper. The paper he gave back to me and I put in my pocket.

"So do you want to know about the paper?" I ask while playing with some grass. We're sitting across from each other and not facing the trees, my legs are crossed and Ziyah is just like yesterday reclined.

"Ehh I mean only if you want to tell me."

Finally I've found Ziyah's flaw which I wasn't looking for, he's too chill. He should be begging me to tell him.

Maybe it's a good thing because I've been so obsessed with him having power over me, him being so chill and a bit passive doesn't give him much control. Whether this flaw benefits me or not I'm not going to put it on some paper and ask for him to change.

"I do," I mumble due to my dissatisfaction with my response. He raises his eyebrows and gestures for me to speak with his hand. He shouldn't be able to do that, but I'm already forming my sentence. "Unna and Fernando believe that I could be so much prettier," I stop and take the list out of my pocket.

"And this list is supposed to help me do that." I put the list in between us and Ziyah exchanges looks between me and the white paper. He reads the paper over and then looks back at me probably realizing the flaws.

"First Fernando is a weirdo, two let me see your arm," he extends his hand. I find it funny he didn't call Unna any names. Great now he wants me to measure my arm hair.

"I'm going to shave them," I whisper. I cross my arms over my chest like before. Ziyah places his hand on my wrist lightly and our eyes lock. His hazel jewels scream you can trust me or just fucking trust me already, I can't tell the difference, but I do ourstretch my arm while he still holds it.

"You shouldn't . The point of shaving your arms is to get rid of dark hair, but yours are so delicate they look blonde kinda," He said as he gazed over my arm some more. I take a look at them too, and they do look blonde. I've always noticed, but just payed them no mind.

He lets go of my hand and I feel like I have to explain to him that my arms are my only limbs with blonde hair and I do shave my legs and other parts.

"Seriously you can't even see them not even when you shiver in class." Oh yes, Madame loves her air conditioning which for some reason is always close to my seat. For the first 5 minutes of class if one listens really closely they'll be able to hear my teeth chattering.

"You noticed?"

"Yea it's loud as hell, but I don't mind, anyway stand up." He quickly gets up himself after dropping his backpack. I push mine to the side and stand so we're now facing each other. The paper is still on the ground, but Ziyah doesn't care and steps over it to get behind me.

"Your waist is already small if it got smaller I wouldn't be able to do this." Taking me by surprise he wraps his arms around my waist. Damn you're slick.

Ziyah touching me is still new to me, especially this action that makes are arms adjacent and Ziyah's chin fit into my shoulder like a puzzle. I turn my head and our lips are just seconds away from each other.

There's a part of me who just wants to be like every other girl with a boyfriend, but I still hardly know the guy I'm kissing. I bite my lip and turn my head back and we naturally break away from each other's hold. When we get back on the grass Ziyah takes the paper and throws it in the trash can.

When he comes back he looks me over and says blankly, "you shouldn't listen to Unna and Fernando." There doesn't sound like there is an inch of compassion in his voice, and he's just stating what he thinks he should say.

"Why?"

"I don't know, they don't deserve your time." A little compassion sneaks into his tone.

"Thanks."

For the rest of the 20 minutes until school gets out and I have to go to the elementary school Ziyah and I watch Sienfield on his phone. I end up leaning on his shoulder and he achieves his goal of making me happy although that is still my job.

When it's 3:00 he walks me back to the elementary school and low and behold gives me the best goodbye kiss ever. My hands around his neck and his around my waist, along with tongues which I didn't expect but enjoyed to say the least.

It ended well though I was so dumb for letting him captivate me once again. Giddiness ran through me again and on top of that my intimate moment was shared with Sascha P who was walking into the bungalow at the same time. Her exact words were, "He's about to touch your butt Daya!" That totally stopped Ziyah's hand which I'm thankful for because according to Unna it's too big and not flattering.