Blood Vs Love (HIATUS) || Series 1/2

Chapter 5 - Dean

I close my locker, about to head to my class then all of a sudden, someone runs into me. A sound, I assume a phone, clatters to the floor. I look down to see..the new girl?

She pushes back a bit, her hands stilling on my abs. She slowly looks up at me, her eyes widening in horror. Jeez do I have something in my hair?

She quickly puts space between us. As she straightens herself, her eyes find mine. Like Yin and Yang.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you, I thought you were a--ah,". She trips over her words, feeling the corner of my mouth lifting a bit. I cross my arms and watch her find her words. She clears her throat.

"I have to go to class, sorry for running into you." She quickly says her words then starts to pace around me, going to her class. I chuckle, making her halt next to me. She turns to look at me, one of her eyebrows raised.

"What's so funny?" She gives me a skeptical look, now I'm full on smiling at her seriousness. I bend down slightly, my hands reaching the floor and grabbing her phone. I straighten myself, seeing her already distanced herself a bit. I stretch out my arm, implying for her to take her phone.

"You almost forgot this." I say with a small smirk. She glances at the phone and back at me, snatching it from my hand. But before she does, her screen lights up, showing a wallpaper of her...smiling while holding a cup of coffee. I stare at it until she takes it, walking away without thanking me.

That smile, have I seen it before? Pearly white teeth, smile so big it shows her gums. I ponder a bit, my arm still in the air. I slowly let it fall to my side.

The bell has rang awhile ago, I should push these thoughts away and head to my classroom.

But that smile. I slow my pace, pondering about her.

Why is it so familiar? Maybe I saw her in a commercial? She wouldn't fake her smile just for a wallpaper. But why does it seem so familiar?

I push away the thoughts, quickening my pace. I look back to see she had already disappeared. I sigh, wishing the moment lasted longer.

But I'm Muslim.
She's a Muslim.
We can't be together, not when she's a Mattner. Not when it's extremely haram.

But Allah can forgive you, right?
No, no he won't forgive me if I don't feel guilt for my actions.
I never feel guilt for my actions.
Then I shouldn't give into my desires.
As easy as that.

Right?

Baba always told me to never feel guilty about my actions. But he always made me feel guilty for not speaking. I remember the time I accidentally drove over a squirrel when talking out Baba's truck for a spin for the first time. I chuckle to myself, remembering how worried I was when I couldn't hold in the guilt and told baba. He laughed at my face and said this.

'The guy who murdered Haiba didn't feel guilty, why should you feel guilty about a squirrel? Be a grown man Dean'

My chuckle dies off as I remember those words. I clench my hands in anger, wanting to punch him right into his nose, earning him a surgery for a new one.

I bottled it up instead and continued down the hall. I wonder who's going to break the bottle.

• • • • •

Class is over and we head out in the pouring rain on track. Me and my team. We walk out in our clothes as we get drenched.

"Let's see who can win this race under the rain?" Exclaims one of the guys, Nathan. Nathan is just an ordinary tall kid with a skinny figure yet somehow managed to have some muscle in his legs to get on the track team.

"Definitely me bro, I've been working out this whole week so you fellas don't got a chance" He stretches his arms above him to show off his muscle. Show off Sean we call him.

"Hey Dumbass, we're running with our legs and not our arms if you didn't know that" the guys chuckle at Theo's joke towards Sean. He gives him the finger and continues to stretch out all of his limbs.

We walk onto the white and red striped track, circling around a huge tree the school refused to cut down. Now it's become apart of the school.

"Hey guys, We got a new girl in our class. Azura is her name I think," Evan speaks up. I twist around to look at him as I stretch out my legs a bit, haven't ran in a while.

"Yea? I got her in my first period." I say as he looks back at me then at the guys.

"Said she was a Mattner, explains the name of the resort behind the forest. The Azure Resort." He snorts at his words.

"Crazy thing is that she's Arabic. But she said something about converting or whatever." He continues. I funny stand and stare at him with humour in my eyes.

"Hey Evan are you English?" I speak up at him with a smirk. He raises one eyebrow in confusion.

"Wait?"

"English? Since you speak the language, you must be one." He still looks dumbfounded at my words. I roll my eye subtlety.

"I mean, Arabic is a language, not something you can describe someone as. She's Muslim not Arabic." He just shrugs his shoulders as the guys line up to race.

"Not gonna lie, she seems kinda bad if she just stayed as she was before. You can't really tell but I think she's got a nice body." I cringe at Evan's word. It's nor surprising that he talks like this but it feels wrong to hear how he talks about a Muslim like that.

Maybe it's because I'm Muslim. Or maybe because I'm a good man.

Or maybe because I don't want to be like baba.

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