Muslim Tomboy?...Impossible

Ms Tomboy And The Makeup Artistry

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Zeeniya

I could really like to take that ice bucket challenge right now, because that will be the only way to bring me back to reality.

I got off from Ninja and launched myself towards Dani, placing my hands on his shoulders firmly. He was bit taken back from my gesture and gave me a thorough look.

"You made me proud Dani." I faked a sniffle and wiped the imaginary tears from my eyes. Giving him a proud smile I patted his shoulder, a bit too harshly, which I noticed as he shouted an 'Ouch' in a very girly manner.

"This is the day you proved your existence as Zeeniya Tahan's brother. The day you taste the real fun of high school. You shall be rewarded, young man."

I let go of his shoulders and ruffled his already messed up hair.

"Are you high?" He asked, his tone show casing slight anger.

"Why would say that?" I placed my hands on my waist and narrowed my eyes.

"You are talking nonsense."

"Wow, younger brother. Here I am praising you for your efforts and you think that's crazy?"

"Okay tell me what did you do?" Harmed a teacher? Cuz that is kinda unacceptable"

"No."

"Danced around the school nude?"

"Astaghfirullah, nhi."

"Just joking. So, food fight?"

Another no.

"Umm...lab pranks?"

"Nope."

"Please tell me you spray painted the lockers?" Excitement was dripping from my voice. Well, that is the kind of thing you expect from your brother.

"I didn't do that too." He looked down at his sneakers.

"Are you insane? You missed all the fun, yaar."

"Here I am in trouble Zeen and you are...." But before he could complete his statement, I grabbed his face in my hands and turned it here and there, trying to figure something odd out.

"You...you are wearing.... makeup?" That came out more like a question. There were some uneven blotches on his face, clearly showing that he tried to conceal something.

"I...I..that's what I was...trying..to.. to tell you." He scrated his neck, rubbing his hand together.

"Dani....." I warned him.
I don't mind if he got kicked out of school but I need to know the
real reason behind it.

"I got into a fight with someone." He blurted.

"Woooh! You are just like your sister dude. Always getting into fights with people."

I shot my head around to see Nayal, standing errect by the main door. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he was wearing an amused expression.

"Ufffff!" I silently cursed under my breath.

What is he doing here? My college, my best friend's place and now my house. This guy is seriously a clingy psychopath.

"Seriously Siddiqi? You're here too." I took a second look at him.
Dressed in black jeans, a grey fitted shirt which brightly showed the Nike logo and a brown leather jacket. His hair were spiked a little giving a slight messy look. I never intended to have such a descriptive look but I guess the female hormones kicked in.