ALIA P.O.V
"BING BING BING " my Alarm clock went. It was Monday, the first the day of school. I looked at the clock as it read 6:30am. Right as I went back to dosing off in some random dream of mine, my mom called.
" Alia! Wake up! You absolutely cannot be late today! Get up!" She shouted from downstairs. Didn't she have someone else to wake up?
I threw my pillow over my ear to block the daily noises of the people whom I call my family, I stayed there for a good 10 minutes until I realized it was definitely now time to get up. My warm feet touched the cold floor and gave me an even lazier feeling. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, got dressed, and started heading downstairs.
" Hey sleepyhead" my dad called from the living room.
"Hey dad" I responded. I walked to the fruit cabinet and grabbed a banana. Today was a big day for me, it was the first day of high school today. Millions of thoughts buzzed through my mind, will I have the same friends? Will I be popular? How about a boyfriend? Crazy occupied my own thoughts, I sat in the car. Just like that I was At school.
"Alia!" My best friend Saihaj came yelling. Her thick brown braid going from one side to another behind her.
" I freaking missed you" I said back. We had no form of respect for each other what so ever. We were sisters. Forever. Literally. Saihaj was smart, funny, huggable, and simply amazing. She had long brown hair, brown eyes, wasn't exactly skinny, but neither was I to be honest. We made fun of each other and were by each others side since elementary school. So yah, basically my sister.
We walked in together where we split up and I met with my bitchy group. Fizza and Manila. 2 of the top bitches of the school. It's hard to explain really. All there is to this is that I'm innocent, and about everybody knows that about me, but they also fear me, because I'm best friends with the bitches. Advantage much? Yah. I think so. But almost forgot, my friend Aruna. The sporty one from our group, me and her go two-in-two with each other man.
"How was your summer bitch" Aruna whispered, swinging her heavy arm around me shoulder.
"Just fine asshole, and yours?" I responded.
" Just fine as well" she whispered back. Her whispering was creeping me out. Seriously.
After we compared schedules, I walked up to Spanish, my first class. As soon as I walked in, I saw another one of my best friends, and no, this one is not a bitch, Meghana. Relieved, I took a seat next to her. I had seen no hot guy any where today so far, or any of my interact, and then immediately made an assumption that my chances of finding love where at a 0 as of now. Maybe even at -1. I'm not that pretty.
" ¿Comó estás? " Said the Spanish teacher, and we all answered with a "good" or the smarter people who actually cared said "bien". Señora Vargas was her name. She explained the syllabus to us for about a half hour.
Up to fifth hour everything went well, I enjoyed my classes and in some cases, I over enjoyed them too.
Now, history, the subject I hated most. " Hello ladies and gentlemen! I'm so glad your here kids!! " Mr Mason said, more interested in his own introduction then any of his students.
Constantly staring at the clock, I waited for the hour to pass by. My friend Manila sat right behind me, crumpling pieces of paper and throwing them in the weird girls hair. I started giggling a little too loudly when the teacher looked at me. I quickly shut up and went back to acting bored. Everyone in the class room was falling asleep, until finally Mr. Mason caught on to our boredom.
"Let's introduce our selves now, girl in the first row, care to start?" He asked. The room was silent for a couple seconds until I looked up and realized he was referring to me. Great.
I looked up at him wide eyed, looking lost. " Uh yah, hi I'm Alia." I stuttered.
"Where in the world are you from?" He asked again. Oh I see, geography. Hate you too asshole.
"Pakistan" I answered.
Mr. Mason moved on to the people behind me. As I searched the room for familiar faces, I instantly came across a boy in the first seat in the fifth row looking right at me. His hair was a little messed up ,chocolate brown eyes, and a great jawline. I caught us looking at each other for a good while until it was his turn.
"And who are you?" Mr. Mason asked the boy.
" I'm Rahmeez, and I'm from Pakistan" he answered In a deep and sexy voice. I think I made it obvious that I was attracted to him when Manila tapped my shoulder.
" Are you ok? " She whispered.
" Yah I'm fine " I said, and snapped back into reality. Rahmeez. the name ringed in my head. I looked up at the time and there was a minute before the bell rang. I looked at him again, and caught him staring again. I smiled and started gathered my things and put my backpack on. The bell rang and everyone scurried out. Who was Rahmeez?
