Option B
(Rhea)
He was looking at me with his hawk's eyes for the third time and my heart skipped a beat. What the hell?
Can't a girl eat a chocolate ice cream in peace.
I stood up and strode outside the canteen just to keep my cool. Nathan was melting my ice cream so badly just with his eyes. You know what I mean. Also, without Laila, it's just sucking. She talk all the time and I'll keep listening to her ramblings and everything.
It feels empty and silent, not to mention, I don't have my fucking phone with me now. I am getting anxious when its not around.
My heart cries desperately thinking why is he doing that. The worst part is he didn't try to talk to me, so that means he is not interested in me genuinely, right? Thanks to my intuition that I am not trapped.
I just want to disappear. Or at least concealed with something.
As I was drowning in my sick-full thoughts, I accidentally hit a figure. "Sorry, sister. I didn't mean to." I apologised while my ice cream had died on the floor. I am clumsy.
"It's okay, buddy." Said she.
The sister was my senior, I've seen her couple of times. She was a Muslim and a beautiful girl who hide herself behind a parda. Always. I am sure she was beautiful because her eyes were visible and it takes everyone's breath.
(Parda: The cloth which is worn over their dress to cover the body, usually for religious means, to veil their skin and almost their face too)
My brain crafted a wicked idea. Before she walked past me, "Sis, can you help me?"
"Hm? Sure. What do you want?"
"I was wondering whether you have an extra parda, I actually forgot mine in my home. So... Can you lend me one?"
My lie was like a rocket out of space. It blasted rightly.
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