My senior love

Chapter 2

Here we go,i am going to rewind the story for you guys so you could understand what is exactly going on.Once upon a time,there was the sweet teenage muslim girl living a normal boring life.Wait,wait,scratch that,this ain't no fairy tale,but my tale is quite intresting.Hold on your seats,Here it starts.

*06 mounths ago*

Beep,beep, the annoying sond of my alarm woke me up for a very deep slumber.I opened one eye than the other,and hoped out of bed.I am such a morning person,so i never complained about rolling out of bed.I made my way to the bathroom,safetly.I preformed Wudu',went out,grabbed the prayer matt and bend down to meet my Lord before facing the first day of school.

Praying:Check.

Next step,is choosing my attire for the day.Wich the most consuming task of getting ready,so to make sure i don't loose more time than i should,dear mother would make me,every night before hoping to bed,choose and tidy the school clothes ready for the next day.You might think i am parented by a controlling lady,wish is partly right.
Mom was divorced since i could remember,and raised me on her own.She practicly dedicated her life to raise me righly,in order to make me the respectful independant damsel,who has to be armed with eduction to face the world on her own.To reach this noble position,mom prescribed an agenda for me to follow.
I have to be head of my classroom,every school year.After graduation,i should pass my SAT,and get into Yale university ,getting a full scolarship,and proceed my higher education in engeenering.Following the foot steps of our prestegious family.(my mothers side of the family)
How cliché!
But,hey getting 25 more miles from my dear would do me good,i would finaly be independant.So a university scolarship would be my freedom ticket,one more year to go.
Dont get me wrong,i do love and appreciate my mother,but she is too adamdant for my liking,i want for her to see that i am capable of making decisions and living on my own.

According to mothers plan,i have to do whatever it takes to reach this noble position.

While metionning mum's plans.I was already in my school uniform,eying my tall,slim figure in the five foot mirror i own,well mother owns.
I looked modest,with a long flowy,beautiful white summery dress,and since it was strapless,i threw over it a denim jacket and to top it off with a florar scarf,yes i wear hijab,Alhamdulilah.
I have considered hijab,more of a blessing than a task.Other than the obvious reasons why,its benifecial for girls to wear it,including reducing the attraction from the other sex,and not being judged by the way you look rather than your personnality.Hijab has it perks,i would not loose much time in front of my mirror,wich is why dear mother agreed on it in the first place.Secondly,hijab clothing are amazingly comfy,'like i regret my tight jeans days comfy.And lastly,as insecure as it sounds,i believe i look better with a hijab.Well,for those who are actually intersted in the way i look.I am an average arab girl,very tall and slim,many used to envy my figure,and protested why do i cover my 'hot' body ? I quote.And my answer was and will always will,I please the one who blessed me with this body,by covering it.But honestly,that is all i have got.My face is normal,pale and i have permanent under eyes' bags,wich never took a day off.Trust me,i have tried.From early sleeping to those stupid good for nothing recipes.Hey,im not offensing anyone,but the just dont work for me.I am special.
Huh,as if.

"Hurry up long lady.You are 129 seconds late,"Mrs Taher orderded.I guess she is not Mrs anymore being divorced,it is wierd to call your mother miss.
"Gee,i am coming down Mother." I responded

As soon as my voice travelled around the room,hitting my own ears in the process,mother turned around,facing me.
She moved towards me while examining my appearence.
"I see you have chosen to wear heals.I don't want you to trap and loose balance somewhere.Be carful,"she proclaimed.
I looked down,and admired my beautifull nude heels.I feel very proud wearing,since i bought them with my first paycheck of my summer job tutoring annoying Nora.
Of course,if i propably fall down today,i won't be able to walk fastly,and i will loose extra time.Mother !
"You are making heels,sound worse than they are.
I'll manage safely,Inshae'Allah ."i assured,hoping she wouldn't change her mind,and make me loose them.
"Hopefly,here is your food.I advise you to dig in,before it gets into room temperature, since you are late as always,"She made known.

Eating breakfast:check.

In a matter of minutes,mum and i were in her modest car,driving in the direction of the high school.The drive was mostly quiet,only interrupted by my mom's constant reminder of the necessity that the plan should effectued,perfectely.Allah,help.

Alas,after collecting my senior year's schedule,and examining it.I started looking for the calculass class,three years and i still get lost,in this place.

Only year left,only one year!

Passing through the chemistry labs,english classes and sport fields.I finally reached the classroom.I checked my wrist watch,7:45 perfect timing.A quarter of an hour,seperates me from the begining of the classroom.
Being the nerd i secretly am,i had to have the first seat in the first raw right in front of the teacher,with a strategic outview of the hall classroom.
Oh come on,mother always advises me to keep an eye on everything and everyone.

Wait,wait.
What is that?What is going on ? I took my glasses and putted them back on.Oh,it is perfectly real what i am seeing.
A tall,strong framed brown haired teen age boy,was occopiying the first raw seat,meaning that boy is taking my BELOVED SEAT.
How dare he ?
I moved towards him,and right as i was in front of him,he took his eyes off of his phone and glanced at my figure.
Finding some courage,i speaked up"Exuse me,you must be new.And let me clarrify a serious matter.
I believe that is my seat,you are taking."For confirmation,i dropped my bag on table.
"Last time,i checked your name or any other name wasn't written on it.I got here first.You can have any other seat."He got up.
I didn't reply instantly,i was busy gawking at him.
He was tall,really tall.Propably 6feet,he was well build.But most importantly,he had amazing hair,wich was shades of brown mixed,sparwled on his head,long enough to fall on his green hazel eyes when he spoke and shook his head.
Lower your gaze,Zaynab.
I stuttered,not knowing what to reply.After seconds of deep thoughs.
"You dont understand,this was my seat,for four years. I take that you are new,but you need to find another place."
He gave me a bored look,then got closer to me,what is happening?typical clishé instinct,i took a step back,but he had already stopped me but taking a hold of my wrist,firmly.With his free hand,he took off my glasses,moved his face closer to mine,his orbs glistening into my brown ones."Listen nerd,no one orders me around.I got here first,better luck next time." He made known,in a scary voice.That took me off guard,i snatched my arm and moved away from him,not before tasting his intoxicating smell,this is seeiously so good,what does he use ?Even though,he is one cocky jerk,i admit he does has taste.
I grabbed my bag,not so smoothly.Only managing to drop it content on the floor.Gee,great timing!
I bent down gathering my stuff,and much to my surprise Mr so confident,actually got off his feet,and helped me in the process.While handing me,my Babylips cherry lip balm,being the last item on the floor.He looked at me,and now that i look closely into his high cheeks,and full lips.Damn,this boy could model for a life time.
"Be carefull,next time.Clumsy nerd."he commented,with a supressed smile.
"I am glad i could entertain you." Was my reply,he was about to speak again,when the door revealed some students.I left his now-desk,and moved to get another one.