ZAID AND MARYAM ~ Their Story

6 - His Secret Lady

--- MARYAM SHEIKH ---

"Guess somebody's famous," said Amr, staring at his phone.

"Who?" I said causally. The Secret Society posts something quite interesting once in a while. And it was quite something to look forward to.

"You."

I felt as if my heart dropped to my stomach. "What? But how?"

" 'Zaid Khalid, Architecture Major, supposedly found having a hasty fight with 'classmate'. " Amr air quoted while saying the word classmate.

" ' And proceeded on having a close embrace with the said 'classmate' during class hours---"

"He was telling me to leave!" I protested. I could feel my ears turning red. I had to hold on to the edge of the table so desperately to not scream right then and there.

"Wait, there's more. " 'It is found out that the both left the class hastily after having a rough argument with the professor. Who the girl is or where she's from remains quite unknown, though the students have shared that she have been throwing herself at Zaid ever since he arrived. On that account, this is a quite interesting piece of news for the fans of the Grey Eyed Arab Prince.' "

"Throwing herself? ARE YOU SERIOUS?" I could not hold it in anymore. The pencil I was sketching for my homework suddenly started shaking.

Amr just looked at me fondly and proceeded to do his equations., "Just so you know, I'm all ears."

I told him everything that happened that day. How Zaid was nice to me, how we were both kicked out of class, how he quitely told me to leave, how we both saw the photographers, how he had resumed to be moody ever since.

Ok, admit it, Maryam.

You fell for Zaid's traps too hard.

Ever since the day I had been kicked outta class, Zaid resumed his sharp glares and cold silences and sly, cutting words. Honestly, I don't even know what I even did to him to be treated like that. And sitting beside him in class was the worst.

The first day he walked into class, all the girls gasped at his entrance and some even took pictures. Admire too much? They're acting as if he's the next Chico Lachowski. Though, I've got to admit, they've a slight resemblance.

He scanned over the room to find a seat he caught me looking at him all the way from the back. I immediately looked away, embarrassed to be caught looking at him. And in the next minute, I heard him placing his heavy tote bag, which he carried around his shoulder, on to the table and sat down, quite pleased with himself.

"You're sitting here?" I asked, my eyes wide.

He looked at me with his eyebrows raised but relaxed.

"And is there anyone preventing me?"

Several girls had started giving me the serial killer looks and whispered to their besties quite fastly. "Your girlfriends may not like it," I said, looking around.

He rolled his eyes and took out a small book from his bag , which I later realized was a small print of the Quran, he carried with him everywhere.

"As if I care for any of them."

And that's the one thing I've noticed about Zaid and Amr. They never stared or gazed at a girl far too much than they should. And maybe that's why people are so tempted to make them look at them, especially girls.

Occasionally, during my rantings, Amr would glance at the corner of the library where Zaid was sitting alone, typing fast on his laptop. He had his headphones on and was all alone in his own world.

"Why does he hate me?" I asked, grabbing my puny pencil to start sketching again. I need to get a new pencil.

My question makes Amr turn my direction and he just grinned. "My question is, does he really hate you?"

"He's rude to me."

"He's rude with literally everyone, Maryam."

"But not to Fatima."

"Fatima's just a friend."

"Then what am I? A hat stand?" I snapped sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Ah," he whispered and looked once more at Zaid.

"Thats a question he'll have to answer."

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