|| His Salvation ||

Chapter 3

Amber was really excited for the first day of her college life, and so was her best friend Siya. They both were giggling every now and then while thinking about the hot boys they were going to see daily. While riding the Metro to reach college, which was a 30-minute ride from their home, they both were neighbor-cum-best friends-cum-classmates.

They reached their destination and were awed by the campus. While gawking around the campus, Siya bumped into someone and fell down with that person. She was on the guy, who was just staring at her. Her hair got stucked with his leather jacket's button. She was pulling out her hair so harshly, but the guy, who seemed to be her senior, helped her and both of them stood up.

Just then, a nasty voice came and started throwing accusations at her, but her best friend could not take it and yelled back at the senior girl.

Finally, the guy asked her if she was alright, but it broke her heart because she really liked him.

Anaya was frustrated with whatever was happening, and what made her more mad was suddenly Siya turned mute in front of that couple.

She walked to her first class with Siya following her behind closely. They went inside their classroom and attended their first class. Three lectures back to back were more of an orientation for freshers. Amber was famished and exhausted after them, so was Siya.

They went to the cafeteria after that. The cafeteria was really cool. Amber was always into those cool dining areas after reading Harry Potter in her childhood, so she was very excited. Everybody was busy in themselves. Most of them were in groups, except one.

Amber's POV:

"He had headphones on, was wearing a black hoodie, and boy, was he handsome. As handsome as the first ray of sun in the morning. So fresh to see. But why was he sitting alone? Must be an introvert.

Anyways, they were famished, so they sat in the corner. They even saw the bratty girl from the morning and her so-called boyfriend, who was still staring at Siya? What? Siya was also looking at him. Not again.

Suddenly, all of our attention diverted to the scene unfolding in front of us. A pretty brunette in a silver short dress that reached till her thighs with red high heels walked to the table in front of ours, which happened to be the lonely boy.

Her heels were really making an annoying noise, and is she going to club dressing like that? And why was everybody watching the scene as if they were very famous, or they might be.

She reached his seat. He was sitting unaffectedly as if he is used to getting the attention daily.

"I have been watching you for a month now, and straight to the point, I like you. Let's date. We can be the most good-looking couple in this university," she proposed to him with so much confidence. Everybody was anticipating what's going to happen next and was waiting for his yes.

But he shocked me, "Are you done? I am not interested. Don't waste both of our time," he rejected her. Just like that? Like he is used to this kind of proposals daily.

"Fifty Seventh," someone whispered in the cafeteria. What? The girl huffed in annoyance and walked out of the cafeteria.

The mysterious guy stood up, and he too walked out of the cafeteria. Must be feeling guilty and was going to apologize.

He was out of sight, the whole tension of the room went out with him, and everybody visibly relaxed.

"Stefanie is the fifty-seventh girl, Ibrahim rejected. Who's going to be next? I so want it to be some brainless desperate fresher," the annoying girlfriend from the morning said while looking at me. I mentally rolled my eyes. So childish.

So his name is Ibrahim, not bad. I walked out of the cafeteria for the restroom. While in the corridor, I heard someone hissing.

"I am busy, can not come," the guy from earlier was talking to somebody on the phone.

"It's your anniversary mother, not mine," he listened on the other side and said again. Who talks to their parents like that? Such a spoilt brat. I must not eavesdrop.

"Told ya already, and for God's sake, my name is Ibrahim, don't call me Qays," he whispered yelled and disconnected the call. So his name is Qays, which he doesn't like.

While I was making my theories, he turned around and found me standing behind him.

"Uhmm...Hey?" I don't know what else to say.

"Don't you have manners? Why were you eavesdropping? Who told you?" What is he saying? Is he out of his mind?

"Why would I listen to your conversation, Qays?"

"What did you call me?"

"Qays."

"Don't call me that."

"Call you what, Qays?"

"You little......" He shouted and started coming in my direction.