Airon: The Murderous Party

Ch 8. Part of the Gang

"Wait, what?" Airon was surprised.

"Ai, Tama sent us a text saying he and Nahr are in trouble with Nahr's gang of stupid friends. He is in room 1 in the psychology department, the main building." Said Hibana while gathering her stuff to leave.

"That idiot sent this text to you, not to our group chat." Airon paid for their peach juices and took off with the handle of her backpack in her hand.

"He was in a hurry. His exact words were 3 different texts."

Hibana read the three messages:
"Psych room 1."
"Nahr's gang."
"Hurry."

Hibana ran away with her phone in her hand. "It must be serious that he asked for our help, since we are girls and he and Nahr are men."

Airon wore her backpack. "In front of Nahr's eyes, I am a man, so asking me for help is okay. In front of other judgmental people, it is a weakness. In front of our eyes, it is serious. We know Tama can take them down on his own. However, he seems in trouble or he may be afraid that his grade may be affected if he fights them."

"He will leave unhealable scars and this could basically ruin his reputation and destroy his chance of becoming a tenured professor. But, asking for our help still irks me... Is he really okay?"

"I do not know. These gangsters use weapons and our university is not that careful when allowing weaponed students to enter its campus."

"This is what worries me to bits!! I know my Tama, he is not weak. These rascals are ganging up on him and all that for befriending Nahr. A guy who is just their errand boy."

"I have nothing to do with him but I pity him, I can't deny. When you are lonely, you pick the dumbest of people."

"We need to help him." Hibana was serious and her tone started to carry more than only anxiety, but engagement as well as altering in her cute pitched voice to a more hoarse scarier tone.

"WE?! No no. Nu uh! No oh!! Ne eh!!!" Airon was hesitant in a funny manner.

"Stop that now! These are the pronunciations of three main diacritics in Arabic, ah, eh, oh."

"Haha, you still remember the school play we did on Qais 'kkaɪs' and Laila 'laɪlæ' together when we were in high school?" Airon could not help but have a happy tone reminiscing about that play.

"Yes, I suggested that we do an Arab folktale and we both searched and found the Arab equivalent of the European romance story of Romeo and Juliet."

Airon jogged faster with Hibana right behind her. "Yeah. Qais and Laila. But... It is an even older tale than Romeo and Juliet. Its setting was the old Arab desert. I read that it is the most famous love story there. Just like Romeo and Juliet is to Europe and maybe the world."

"Good talk, we finally reached the..." Before Hibana had a chance to finish her sentence, Airon had a scary outburst of energy and sped off to the main building of the Psychology Department. "Huh, wait!! AIRON!" Hibana stopped to take a deep breath, after a few seconds she ran as fast as she could to try to catch up with Airon's crazy speed. "Her hyperactivity is activated when she is angry but ohhh boy it is scarier than her normal hyperactivity energy outburst in happy times."

Airon sprinted into the main building of the psychology department, hitting the doors of the gate with her shoulder and it swung back and forth due to the strength of her dash, as soon as Hibana pointed at it. "You are a ticking bomb! Sometimes I forget you are an ADHDer and emotions increase your hyperactivity. WAIT FOOOR ME, you idiot!!"

"Ai, wait! Be quieter!!" Hibana finally caught up a little to Airon.

Airon pushed the door of room one to open it. "Tamaaaa!!" Airon called on him at the top of her lungs.