Muslim Tomboy?...Impossible

Ms Tomboy And The Absurd Nicknames

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    Ms Tomboy And The Absurd Nicknames

*warning*

*slight swearing ahead*

Hamdan Tahan

"I can't thank you enough, Principal Chopra. You don't know how much it, my career would have been devastated."

"Don't thank me kiddo! That Siddiqi guy really kicked some arses down there to bring that Jo!" He laughed slightly, adjusting a few files on his desk.

"Excuse me? You mean Nayal Siddiqi?" I moved forward in the uncomfortable chair.

I thought he couldn't do anything for it. It has been a week since he took Jo's information but he kinda disappeared after that but when I got a call from Principal Chopra a flower of hope rekindled in my heart. And Allhamdulilah Jo confessed his mistakes and accepted his suspension without causing any trouble.

"Yeah! That guy with a weird accent."

"He is from the West Midlands, sir."

"That explains the weirdness!" He chuckled.

"So...Hamdan you ready for the festival?" Principal Chopra stared at me with a hint of spark in his eyes.

"Yes, sir!" I replied enthusiastically.

"Good! Get all those photography equipments out, young chap!" The awkward moment when your Principal is more energetic and enthusiastic than you.

"Thank you, sir. I guess I should be leaving, Adam is waiting outside." Standing up, a picked up my portfolio when he stopped me.

"Adam as in Adam Saleh? The sidekick of Zeeniya Tahan, the prankster?" Scratching my neck, I nervously nodded.

Duniya mein har jaga badnaam karwain gay ye sab mujhy!

"I tried a million ways to get rid of that hideous, bright pink color out of my precious Toyota Camry but God knows how hard it was so I opted to sell it. My poor baby!" He put his hand on his heart, wiping the imaginary tears.

"I'm really sorry on their behalf, Sir." It took a lot of strength not to laugh on front of him, so I excused myself and walked outside.

Stopping a few feet away from Adam's blue Yaris Hybrid. His back was facing me, as he punched the side of the car amid heavy swearing.

I stopped in my tracks, feeling a wave of nausea hit me. I've never seen him act like this, the way he was talking, the way his arm's muscles clench. Every word seemed foreign to me, with a trace of mystery and waves of anger reflecting from his body.

"What the f*ck! You know that I freaking hate that basta*d!"

It can't be our Adam...

"She is my damn SISTER! AND I WOULDN'T HESITATE TO PUT A BULLET IN YOUR HEAD IF..... "

"Adam?" My voice came out more like a whisper, stopping him in his tracks.

Turning around he stared at me with bloodshot eyes, his face crimson with anger and a vein on his neck popped out.

Before I could utter another word, he grabbed my collar and slammed me into the car.

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Zeeniya Tahan

"Have dinner with me."

My head automatically whipped up to look at Nayal who's head was resting on the headboard with his long legs crossed over the comforter. A large goofy yet creepy smile was painted on his face. I narrowed my eyes at him, clenching my fists.