Threads of gold

Chapter Four

Already Friday. This school doesn't suck as much as i was expecting it to. Except for Amy fucking Johnson making my life a living hell. Can you believe she painted my locker pink and went « There, for you not to confuse yours with his. » Henry reported her for it obviously and she had a week of detention. I don't think that was enough to keep the devil away. And so was right. Once she was done with the detention she forced me to exchange lockers with her by bringing in her father to complain to the counselor the her locker was too small and 'uncomfortable'. Mind you all lockers were the same size.

Henry and I had a couple interactions throughout the week since he is obviously inevitable. Whenever I come back home I start debating if I should write about him on my journal. is he worthy of being on my journal though? Okay that sound a bit narcissistic but it is the truth. I believe in being worthy and that no man could make me fall easily. For now, I'm only attracted to Henry physically, his politeness and charisma are also one score point for him, so I'll wait and hope to Lord I don't get attracted to his actual personality because I hate dealing with complexe emotions and feelings.

I have other occupations i should be concentrated on right now. Because shit. Is the sweet pizza cursed? I have become mediocre at calculus. I can't remember the last time I've failed calculus, that's right, I've never failed calculus. is this a side effect of having a crush on somebody? Because if it is, count me out.

Me and my family are supposed to go to the fair party tonight, everybody in the town is going. I've never not been excited to eat cotton candy in my life. I get up to my mirror, like i always do.
i stare at myself. I take my hair tie off and my long shiny hair drops on my shoulders and flow to my the end of my back. I take after my father. i'm a blonde. Yes. First blonde Hijabi narrator in history? Maybe, I don't know. The only thing I'm wondering about is, what if Henry likes me if he knew how pretty I look with my hair down? It's very true that i look beautiful with my hair out.
What? What am I thinking? Is this how insane an attractive person could make you? I can't take off my Hijab in front of a male stranger. It's the law that I stand by. I'm not being fragile.
Thing is, I'm the most fragile person I know, I think. I mean, after the Sadness character from Upside Down, you should watch that.

I quickly try to brush off the distractions and start getting ready. I wear pink to match the poor cotton candy thats going to end up in my stomach. I look really pretty. I wonder if Henry will be there. I want him to notice. Or do I? I shouldn't want him to notice but I guess I'm a normal teenage girl, who wants attention from the cute boy she likes.

We arrive at the fair with my dad and my little brother. Mom couldn't make it, she had to finish off some paper work. I notice that Amy is here. Great. I'm going to have a marvelous night!
She wouldn't dare. My father's with me.
Oh. Henry. Henry is here. Fine, act fucking normal Laila. He's walking towards us and my dad. No. No! My dad is going to ask questions. My dad is pretty chill but I don't want him to have any suspicions.
I want him to think that I'm still a clean slate. Shit. « Laila! What a surprise! Hi Mr. Williams, I'm Henry Volt, Laila's friend. » He says while giving a hand to my father. My dad looks confused but he shakes it anyway and greets him back. Thank god, no scene. No dramatic reaction. I mean yes, i just mentioned that my dad is chill. Wait, did I hear that right or did Henry just call me a friend. I'm his friend now. So it means he thinks about me once in a while? I scream internally like it was the greatest thing to have happened to me.
« Laila, Tom wants those chocolates, I'll leave you too together. See you Henry. » My dad says. He is leaving me with him. What does that mean? Does he think I like him? Does he think we're dating?
This is bad. « How's your night going Mrs. Williams » He asks ironically. « Pretty great gent Volt, could you say then same? » We both laugh. I can't describe this. I'll resume it in a word : Magic.

And of course. Didn't even last five whole minutes for Amy to barge in with a frozen blue fizzy drink in her right hand.
« Hi Laila, Hey Henry. » She greets us with a grin. « Amy you've done enough. Please get away. » Henry asks politely. « No Henry. I'm here to say that you guys are cute together. Oh, and for this. »
My heart immediately jumps from its place as I watch the blue drink spill all over me and Henry.