Elhaam!

Chapter 38

NOT EDITED!!!

I was young but I wasn't stupid. I knew I had to come up with something for Fahad. I spent my entire school night tossing and turning, brainstorming on an idea that didn't exist yet. Fahad exposed me to a sensitive detail of his life and I wasn't going to take that for granted.

I was also starting to understand Fahad, and one thing he didn't play with was our studies; taking mine even more serious than his. So I knew what ever I had planned had to be after school hours.

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The next day, I spent most of it counting seconds to the last bell, ignoring the occasional looks Heather shot my way, ignoring the trailing figure of Mastab while he tried to apologize, ignoring my two friends Penelope and Ahmad while they bickered all through lunch. All I looked forward to was that last bell and soon it came.

I rushed out with Penelope as always praying with all my might today was one of the days Fahad will let me to go home by bus, and boy was wrong. There he was standing by the car randomly looking up from his phone to survey his surroundings.

"God! I cant emphasize enough how hot your cousin looks" Penelope gushed.

She had once said it and i didn't like the feeling that erupted in my heart that day, so did it today. I rolled my eyes at her comment letting the tight jealous feeling in me subside.

Hold on a second! jealous? why on earth would let myself be jealous? I wasn't jealous.

"...Seeing Heather desperately try to get his attention is more pathetic" like what she had said earlier wasn't enough she dropped another one twisting my stomach further into a knot.

"what do you mean?" I baffled

"I heard some seniors talk about it in the toilet, how she hangs around Mastab just to try and get a way in with your cousin. Not that it matters what I heard seeing as she's practically gobbling him with her eyes right now" Penelope shrugged

As much as i wished she was wrong, there she was, shamelessly checking out my husband while I stood here steaming off.

"bye P, I'll see you tomorrow" I gritted, stomping my way to the car.

"Can you please stop coming to pick me up. I have a bus card already, I can get home myself" I mumbled to Fahaad as we drove off from the school. We never bother to wait for Mastab cause he stays for football practice. On days when I go home with him, I have a study session with P in a nearby cafe.

"why?" he casually asked.

"i just find it time consuming" and i don't like the attention you drag to yourself. I wished to add

"Its not like I have anything to do" he shrugged with an absolute calm demeanor.

"well I do" I grumbled under my breath.

The rest of the ride was silent which meant Fahaad either didn't hear my last comment or he chose to ignore it. Nonetheless, he was back to the Fahaad I knew. The silent not speaking unless spoken to Fahaad. And despite been surprised at the sudden change over dinner the previous night, I must say, I miss it. I blamed it on my teenage hormones.

"Aren't you coming in?" I asked when I noticed he didn't make any move to turn off the car ignition.

"nah, I have an evening class."

"would you be home for dinner though?" I let my curiosity peak for the plans I had ahead

"why? Is there anything special?" I could easily pinpoint the tease in his voice with a sluggish smile tugging at the corner of his lips.