《Falling in love with the Muslim girl ✔》Chapter 7: Hey terrorist!
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I woke up at 4 am to pray Fajr. I drank a glass of water and went straight back to bed. I still had more than 2 hours of sleep and I would definitely enjoy every minute of it.
My alarm woke me up at 7 am, I stood up and jumped in the shower. I opened my closet and decided to wear my black trousers with a white blouse that covered most of my body. I took my green headscarf and loosely wrapped it around my head. I also took my black leather jacket that I wore on my blouse. The weather was beautiful today.
"Nice piece of grass on your head little sis" Amin chuckled.
I picked up a pillow from the sofa and threw it at him.
"HEADSHOT", I exclaimed as the pillow smacked his face.
He threw the pillow back softly and I dropped it back on the sofa.
"Guys come on" my mom said.
"Safia at what time will you be home?" my mother then asked.
"At 4 pm, but I think I'm going to work on my project with my partner" I responded.
"Who is you partner?" Amin asked while he was eating. Wallahi, he did that all the time. Talking while he was eating, so gross.
"Brody"
"Well, don't fall for him 'cause he's bad news" Amin said.
"Why the heck would I, the great-smart-beautiful-smart-smart- did I say smart already- Safia fall for someone dumb like him" I defended myself.
"Okay okay calm down, tjeeez it's seems that I'm too late already", he said.
"Ugh you're just as annoying as him, just shut up!"
"That's why you love me" he ran up to me and lifted me up.
"Put me down you vahabcsybekelapqhe" I yelled, trying to loosen myself.
"Amin put her down" my mom instructed.
Amin dropped me on the sofa and ran upstairs.
I swear, he's so childish. My brother is a big guy, so without my mom I had no chance.
I said goodbye to mom and Yassine, took my bag from the chair and my phone from the kitchen table and left the house.
I decided to not go with the bus this time, it was a beautiful day so why not enjoy it. I still had 45 minutes until school started, time enough. I unlocked my phone and began checking al my messages. I went to facebook and scrolled through my newsfeed. At a certain moment, I saw that Brody was tagged in a few pictures. Well, surprise.. Mister sleepy jerk wasn't that sleepy after all. If I see him I will break his... Astaghfirullah, breathe Safia breathe. I also saw that he was tagged in a picture where he was intensely kissing a girl that I didn't know. Whatever I thought, he can kiss any girl he want.. but, don't tell me you're going to sleep just so you can avoid our project and be at a party a few hours later. Ooh, he will regret going to that party, I can assure you that.
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I arrived at school and saw that Amina had texted me.
I responded with:
I dropped a few books in my locker, untill a deep voice interrupted my 'locker moment'.
"Hey Safia can we talk?"
I turned around and saw that it was Brody.
"Oh hey Brody how was the party?", I asked.
He seemed confused.
"Great pictures online also"
"Well thank you", he thanked, thinking I was complimenting him.
"Ugh guys", I said and turned back around.
"You don't need to be jealous Safia", he said as I felt him stepping into my personal space.
I turned around and yes I was right, he was close.. too close. I took a step back and bumped into my locker.
"What? Are you uncomfortable?" Brody said taking another step closer to me with that ugly little smirk on his face wich I wanted to slap off AAAAH.
"Okay, first of all. Move, you're in my bubble!" I huffed, pushing him back.
"And second, I'm not jealous.. I just can't stand liars. You prefer a party over a project, fine, but I'm not" I said closing my locker.
"Bye bye-Brody", I walked away as I saw Malik down the hall.
"What's up with him", Malik asked.
"Don't ask" I responded.
We walked to our first class and boy was I happy that I didn't have class with Brody all day. T-H-A-N-K G-O-D!
I loved making her uncomfortable, I actually wanted to have a serious talk about our past but she had other plans. Well, she was asking for it ha-ha.
I kept looking at Safia when she walked away. Not bad, I couldn't really see her figure, but what I could see wasn't bad.
She's probably mad because I lied to her about going to bed yesterday. But honestly, I wanted to justify myself but her pretty little mouth wouldn't let me have a say. I thought of something which would make her talk to me, that will teach her not to listen.
"Hey miss" I yelled at my biology teacher who was walking past me.
"Yes, Brody?" she asked.
"Look, I'm really trying to work with Safia but she doesn't do anything."
"What do you mean Brody?" she asked.
"She doesn't do anything. When I wanna meet up, she's too busy. It's just not working now, do you want to talk to her because I'm doing all the work?" I finished.
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"That doesn't seem like Safia, but I'll talk to her when I see her" she said and walked away.
That will teach her, I guarantee you that she will talk to me after that. She's not going to be happy, but I loved seeing her mad. I was heading to my first class, It's going to be a long day.
School was finally out and I had never been this relieved. I walked to my locker and dumped my books in it. As I was walking to the exit of the school, I ran into my biology teacher. I greeted her politely. When she walked past me I heard her stop and call my name.
"Safia can I ask you something?"
I nodded.
"I want you to help Brody with this project, you're a good student so don't let him do all the work." she said and she walked away immediately.
I... He.. Did what? If I get that guy in my hands he is soo.. That's it, he needed to explain big time!
I searched the whole school but I wasn't able to find him. Where is that jerk at? Maybe outside I thought. I couldn't find him anywhere but who I did saw, was his group of jerks. Whatever I'm just going to ask it.
I cleared my throat and four faces turned at me, examining me from head to toe.
"Uuhm have you guys seen Brody anywhere?" I felt uncomfortable, why did I just do this?
They looked at eachother and then took a step forward which I responded with by taking a step back.
One of them, which seemed the nicest of them all, responded.
"Yeah, I think I saw him by the..."
"Hey hey hey c'mon Timothy, you don't just answer without questions" another guy interrupted him brutally.
"Safia right? Why do you wanna know that huh?" he asked.
"I need to talk to him, so do you know where he is or not?" I said also brutally.
"You know, I don't know why you're looking for him but I think little Safia has feelings for Brody" they all started laughing and I felt my cheeks turning red
"Look honey, I don't know where Brody is..", he said taking another step forward.
".. But he's taken, he wouldn't be interested in a terrorist like you anyways...", he said. I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes, until I heard a voice out of nowhere.
"Hey Nathan?! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!", The voice shouted.
It was Brody, he.. I..
He ran over, stood in front of me and pushed Nathan back.
He pushed him back once again and then turned back to face me.
"Hey Safia, are you okay? Did he touch you?!" he asked.
"Euhm.. No no", I said and felt tears rolling down over my cheeks.
I turned around and ran back into the building. It was at that moment I wanted to disappear. I ran into the women's restroom and wasn't planning on coming out any time soon. How can somebody be this cruel?
History was repeating itself.
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Hey guys, this was one of my favourite chapters. What do you guys think of Brody now? Not a jerk after all..
Let me know what you think and please favourite this chapter. It would mean the world to me. :)
Edit; Shit my English was really bad back then. Ignore the grammatical mistakes. I'm trying to edit the chapters again but I'm lazy af.
UPDATE 2018: I'm cringing so much but idc
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~Edited by R3Hijabi ~
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