Finding Me

chapter four

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I rewrote this chapter a bit.

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Should I go into the cafe or not? What if he stares at me with that same goofy grin? Oh god! What if he told his friends already? They probably all think I'm some weirdo now.

Sahara was so deep in thought that, she did not even realized Fahima walked in and was standing at her locker. What is up with her, thought Fahima.

"Hey Sar, you having a mental breakdown already?" Fahima snickered at the thought of Sahara having a meltdown. It was bound to happen soon, especially being the first day back from March Break.

"Ha ha. Did anyone tell you, you would make such a great comedian one day," Sahara mumbled, nudging her friend. "If you must know, I was just going over my not-so exciting March Break. Who enjoyed cleaning garbage around Stratford Park? Not this gal. Oh and can I just mention the long hours of shifts I've done. But it's worth it, because I get paid this week." Sahara began dancing around Fahima, throwing her hands in her friend's face.

"You lucky bitch! I'm getting paid next week. But, I can really use the money this week," she sighs, pushing the binder into her shoulder bag.

Sahara watched with amusement as Fahima continued to struggle to fit the binder into the bag. It reminded her of a toddler trying put a circle block into a triangle outline -- it's just wasn't gonna happen. Sahara giggled. "Time for a backpack," Sahara says, emphasizing the last word.

Fahima stood up, huffing. "Never!" She fixes her plum-coloured hijab, pushing the rectangle rimmed glasses further up her nose. "It'll fit! I'll make damn sure of it."

She struggled with it for five minutes, before finally gave up and carried it in her arms. "Let's just go in the cafeteria," she sighs, closing her locker.

The two girls walked into the cafeteria and sat at their usual seats. Sahara pulled out her accounting book, and Fahima pulled out her iPhone, scrolling through One Direction related Twitter accounts. Sahara decided to take the chance to look over where Daniel usually sat, and regretted her timing.

Just as she glanced up, there he was staring at her, with his soft, oval shaped eyes. It was hard to pinpoint the colour of his eyes, because sometimes they appeared light brown and other times they looked like they had a splash of olive on the outer part of his pupil. Once again, there was a huge, goofy grin on his face. Sahara smiled and blushed slightly, but lucky for her, it wasn't as apparent She turned her attention back to her friend realizing that she was telling her something, most likely music related.

"Harry was seen with this blonde, skinny ass doll," Fahima scoffed, taking a sip from her chocolate milk. "What happened to 'I like brunettes and curvy girls'? My ass! He curving on all the damn curvy girls." Sahara giggled at her friend's joke.

"I'm telling you. These white boys are dangerous," Fahima finishes, shaking her head. Sahara bit back a laughter, unsure if she should tell Fahima about Daniel.

"Can I tell you something Fahima?" Sahara hesitated whether she should continue. "But you have to promise not to laugh," she says with a glare, because knowing Fahima, she would always laugh at Sahara when it involved her confusion in the possibility of liking someone.

"Promise." Fahima said with a mischiefs smile.

So, Sahara recited the events that occurred earlier, and once she was done speaking, she nervously held in her breath, waiting for her friend to respond with advice or words of encouragement. But Fahima did not live up to her hopes and bursted out laughing, a little louder than she intended.

"That's it! You're dead to me!" Sahara said with a jokingly glare, while Fahima was still gasping for air, after her outburst.

"I am so sorry but that has to be one of the funniest accidents that have happened to you. You're just prone to awkward situations!" said Fahima between her laughing fits.

"Thanks for the words of encouragement. You should have your own talk show and help others feel worse than they already feel. It's in your future, I can see it already." Sahara said in the most sarcastic tone she can muster up.

"I'm sorry," Fahima chokes out, attempting to bite back her laughter. Sahara waited for Fahima to calm down. She was really hoping Fahima could help her figure this all out. Fahima was much more experienced when it came to boys. Well in comparison to Sahara; which was none whatsoever. Let's face it; a five year old had more experience than Sahara.

Fahima held a serious face. "You can't possibly like him. It's like an illusion he holds on girls. He's a dick," she states flatly, confusing Sahara by her sudden abruptness. "All he wants is something warm for the night," she finishes with a shrug, then picks up her phone, a bored look on her face.

Sahara shook her head in confusion. This wasn't like Fahima. Well, at least the Fahima she knew. Her Fahima was full of reasonings for anything she said. "What do you mean?"

Fahima sighs, setting her phone down as her eyes searched the ones of Sahara's. She wanted to tell Sahara in a easy way, but didn't feel like Daniel deserved kind words said of him.

"Imagine you're the candy of a," she pauses, her mind racking for a word. "For a Baby Bottle Pop. Honey, he just wants to get you wet for a taste of sugar."

Sahara furrowed her eyebrows, hoping she just mistaken Fahima's candy allegory. It left a bad --- odd taste in her mouth. Sahara opened her mouth to ask for clarification but then the music began to play, meaning it was time to for the first period class to begin.

"I'll explain more later. Okay?" Fahima says, hastily getting up from her seat. Sahara nodded as she watched her best friend trot towards the door.

Sahara picked up her books, stealing glance over to Daniel and his friends as they all were laughing and then over to her friend's retreating back. She wondered what possibly could be explained for Fahima's harsh behaviour.