Unexpected Love [GXG]

Chapter 6: Say Please

POV: ENID

"I'm all ears." Tima said, her voice filled with curiosity and teasing as we entered my bedroom.

We're now at my house, and no one was home as always. Dad was away for work and Hamida was at Daisy's house. Mrs. Huggins, Daisy's mother, always picked her up from school and usually brought her back once I was home. She would be here soon.

Tima and I had just finished praying zuhr (prayed at noon, around 2:10 pm) and asr (late afternoon, around 4:24 pm). We couldn’t pray them on time because of school, so we prayed as soon as we got back.

I slipped into my bedroom behind Tima, taking off my brown abaya and hanging it neatly in my wardrobe. Then I flopped down on my bed beside my nosy best friend, who was staring at me like she wouldn’t breathe until I spilled everything.

"Are you gonna tell me who that hottie was or not?" Tima asked, anticipation sparkling in her brown eyes.

"First of all, she is not hot." I rolled my eyes.

"Girl, are you blind?!" Tima’s voice jumped in surprise.

"My eyes are perfectly fine, thank you. Maybe yours need a check-up though." I shot back jokingly.

Tima chuckled, shaking her head.

"She is the captain of the female football team," I began reluctantly, "and a resident playgirl there, so to speak. She’s known for making a lot of girls realize they’re either gay or bisexual. She has almost the entire school at her feet."

Just remembering how my classmates threw themselves at her annoyed me. Honestly, it was like they worshipped her.

And I shouldn’t be surprised—she really did look like a Greek goddess.

What are you thinking??

Stupid brain.

"Maybe it’s because her parents are the richest people in town," I added quickly. "At least that’s what Allison and Mia told me. Apparently, they even own the largest shares of the school. Basically, they own everything."

"For me, she’s just some stuck-up, entitled, cocky, and freaking annoying!" I lashed out.

"Woah, calm down E." Tima laughed lightly, though her eyes narrowed at me curiously. "You never swear unless you’re really, really frustrated."

"She’s so annoying!" I groaned, burying my face in my pillow.

"But she’s hot." Tima wiggled her brows with a grin.

"Tima." I whined.

"What?" She laughed harder, not the least bit sorry.

I shook my head and got up, heading to the kitchen. Of course, she followed right behind me.

I grabbed the leftover mac and cheese from the fridge and shoved it into the microwave. My stomach growled. Hamida would be home any minute and she’d be hungry too.

"If you’re this frustrated just talking about her, then she’s really got under your skin." Tima teased, laughing so hard her curls bounced.

"Because she’s so annoying," I muttered, taking the steaming bowl out of the microwave.

Tima set out plates while I dished the mac and cheese.

"You’re such a granny, you know," she teased again. "How can someone that hot be annoying?"

I ignored her. "Remember the girl I stood up to on my first day of school?"

"Hm-mm."

"That’s her. Olivia." My voice dropped as I set her plate down.