Lost

Chapter 48: Jealousy

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Salma's P.O.V.

Salma had a comparatively normal day at the campus the next morning. All her classes went by just fine - spare the dark blotch on the perfect painting, Pigface. 

Salma pulled her schedule out to check what classes she had for the next day when her face fell. She still had English class to go to and she was exhausted, to say the least. Her mood deteriorated further when she realized Pigface was taking that class with her. To make matters worse, he noticed her walking to the class a few steps ahead of him and started passing snide comments about Izlam and Mozlems. 

"Oh well, well, well." Pigface smiled, displaying his yellowing teeth. "Studying the language of the non Mozlems now, are we?"

Salma rolled her eyes at his pig like pronunciation, but then again, she expected no less of the certified Islamophobe.

"Salma!" Niall's surprised voice made her look up. "Hi! What're you doing here?"

"Well." Salma furrowed her brow. "People study English in this block, so . . . ?"

"No, that's not what I meant," Niall replied, turning red with embarrassment. "I'm just surprised to see you, is all."

He fell in step with her as the two walked to the class. Pigface behind them passed a really rude comment. Niall turned around, his eyes going wide with shock.

"What did he just say?" he whispered to her.

"Don't bother with him," Salma replied entering the classroom. "He's still a few millennia behind, stuck as a Stinky Pig while the rest of the life improved and evolved."

Niall's eyes traveled to the Islamophobe again, looking amused.

"A pig, you say?"

Salma bit back a chuckle and took a seat at a relatively empty area of the half filled class. Niall sat in the row behind her. Salma was glad he respected her choices and avoided sitting next to her.

She was rummaging in her bag when a strange kind of anxiousness washed over her. She had this sudden feeling that Zayn was around. Alarmed, Salma scanned the front of the class. Zayn was nowhere in sight, much to her relief, but she saw Pigface entering the class. Meeting her gaze, he leered at her. Salma pointedly covered her nose. 

Stinky!

A lot of commotion occured behind her. Salma snapped her attention behind her to see a cursing Niall reach under the table.

"Is everything alright?" Salma asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "My bag slipped and spilled its contents."

Salma was about to offer help but the guy who had taken a seat next to him had already dived under the desk to collect his things. Salma only saw the top of his dark head as he dropped Niall's stuff into the bag that he held open for him.

"Is he coming over to sit next to you?" Niall suddenly asked, looking past Salma to the front of the class.

Salma followed his gaze and her heart sank. A sneering Pigface was walking to the seat next to her. Salma's stomach jolted.

"How would you like disbeliever in Ala sitting next to you --"

A loud noise cut him off when someone slammed their bag on the seat to Salma's right.

"Sorry dude." She heard the familiar, smooth, british accent that made her blood run cold. "This seat is already taken. Find yourself another one."