Falling For My Bully {Completed}

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Amira's POV

"Amira, honey, wake up," I heard my mother's voice. I opened my eyes, adjusting to the light that my mother turned on.

It's Monday already? I have to go back to school? I looked over at clock that sat on my night stand. 8:50 am is what it read. Class starts at 8:15am. Did Badar do something to my clock? I'm late to school!

I lightly nudged mom away so I could leave the room to get up and go to the bathroom. I quickly wash my face and brushed my teeth after taking care of my business.

I rushed back into my room and grabbed a black long sleeved dress and a black sparkly scarf from my closet.

"Why are you in a rush?!" My mother asked, surprised. I peeked from my dress that was covering my face. "I'm late to school." I heard my mother chuckle.

"What's so funny mother?" I asked while wrapping my scarf around my head loosely.

"Well, for starters, it's Sunday, and Jasmine is waiting for you downstairs so put some makeup on because you look like a zombie," She said as she turned and walked out of the room.

Why is Jasmine here? I asked myself silently.

Remember you have to look for a dress for you brother's wedding.

This early in the morning?

Ugh. I unwrapped my hijab and made my way to my dresser to start doing my makeup. I stared at myself in the mirror. Mother was right. I did look like a zombie.

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I stomped down the stairs as my stomach grumbled with hunger. I felt like I was fasting. I went into the kitchen only to find Jasmine and mom having a chat.

"Assalaamu alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu, Jasmine!" I greeted, giving her a side hug.

"Salam there," she replied, giving me a toothy smile.

Happiness spread across her face. As if her soul was shining with light. It did nothing but amaze me. I wish I was that happy.

I snapped out of my somewhat jealous thoughts. Jasmine was amazing and I know my brother will treat her like a queen.

If only I found someone like my brother. But not him... ew that's just ugh.

I shook off the disgusting thought.

Maybe I will find someone, one day, in Sha Allah. Someone who treats me like a queen.

I grabbed the Nutella jar from the cabinet and two pieces of toast and start spreading the Nutella on the bread.

"You want anything to eat, Nabila?" My mother turned to look behind me.

Nabila? What is she doing here? I look behind me, only to find her standing there with a smirk on her face.

"Oh, no aunty, I'm not hungry," she responded.

My mother walked out of the kitchen, holding a tray of food to give to my father.

"Let's go," Jasmine said, gathering the plates she ate from and putting it into the sink.

"Let me just finish my food," I still had half of my bread to finish.

"We don't have time. We don't need you to get fat...again," I heard Nabila say as she stood behind me, making sure I was the only one who heard the last part.

I closed my eyes. And inhaled, then exhaled. I didn't have time for this right now so I did what I do best. I ignored her.

I grabbed my purse when I was done and quickly followed behind them.

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After hours of searching for Jasmine's wedding dress, we finally found one. It was long sleeved and covered every part of her body just as she wanted.

It was really hard to find a dress for me and Nabila since our taste in clothing contradicted. Since we were going to be bridesmaids, we needed to match.

But Nabila had a different taste of style than me.

"Here, try this one," Jasmine tossed us a blue navy long sleeved dress with sparkles.

I smile in satisfaction. I knew this dress would keep me modest and it looked stunning.

I walked into the fitting room to try it but a hand grabbed me by the arm, stopping me. I looked behind me to find Nabila glaring at me.

I gave her a confused look.

"Don't rip the dress," that's all she said as she walked past me, bumping her shoulder into mine.

Oh, this girl is getting what she deserves. Sooner or later.

I got in the fitting room and tried on the dress.

It was kinda tight but it didn't show my body shape and that's all I cared about.

"Come on guys! I want to see the dress!" I heard Jasmine's quirky voice.

I walked out of the fitting room for her to see the dress on me.

"Oh my Allah, Masha'Allah you look stunning! The blue makes your face glow!" She looked at the front of the dress and went to look at how it looked on the back.

Was the dress this nice? I really didn't like wearing fancy things. I heard footsteps behind me and saw Nabila walking towards us. She looked bored but I can see it in her eyes; the excitement. She looked good, her body figure was easily shown unlike mine.

"Oh my!" Jasmines let out a cry of happiness looking at her in awe.

I felt kinda jealous but I let it slide.

"Looks like someone didn't rip the dress," Nabila remarked, scrutinising me.

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After purchasing our dresses, we left the store and travelled back home. My home.

I got out of the car grabbed the dress and the other two followed but didn't bring their dress out of the car.

We went inside only to find Mazin and his family sitting down and talking in the living room.

I greeted them and went up to my room.

What a horrible day that was. I put down my dress and fell onto my bed.I wish sometimes Peter Pan would come and take me to Neverland just like he did on Once Upon A Time. I truly loved that show. Then I wouldn't worry about school, Nabila, or Mazin.

It's like these two ruined my life. Like it runs in their genes. But the rest of their family members are nice. I heard a faint knock on my door.

Ugh!

I got my lazy self out of bed and opened the door.

Mazin.

He was standing in front of me. Smiling.

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