My Habibi

Chapter 16

He walked briskly. Every step seemed to mean a purpose to him. He looked back once in a while. Only to make sure Warda was still with him.
"You know you walk fast?" Warda asked inquisitively as she jogged a little to catch up.
"Yes I know." He shouted back. "But every second is precious." She looked at him. What does he mean by that? She asked herself. As she caught up to him. The school building now making itself present. They would have only a few blocks left.
"Why are you helping me?" She asked as she looked at him. Noticing he had a scar that went down his eye. "Hey! Did you hear me?!" She asked again when he didn't answer.
"It is not good to bother me before beating my enemies. Now what did you ask?" She could hear the different tone in his voice. He sounded angry. His words coming out like the edge of a blade.
"Maybe this isn't such a good idea." She stated. Looking worriedly at Syed. He just seemed angry. With no trace of any other emotion. Not even concern seemed to be showing on his face. As they reached the school grounds Warda could see Chelsea. She must have been looking for me, and knew I ran away. Warda sighed. Unsure of what she got herself into. As they walked across Chelsea saw Warda and Syed.
"Well well. The girl finally brought the man I was..."
"You talk too much." Syed interrupted. Stating his words plainly.
"And you put my boyfriend in the hospital." She retorted. Scrunching her nose as she saw Syed's eyes were turning red.
"He needed to do something about that face of his. Allah was punishing him. I thought maybe I should help him."
"Syed..." Warda whispered as she grabbed his arm. Chelsea reached out to smack Syed. He grabbed her hand by the wrist and looked dead into her eyes.
"I do not hit girls. And it would be wise if you left Warda alone." Warda heard that tone again. His words sounding like a sword. Piercing through her soul.
"You only came here to talk?" Chelsea asked.
"No." Syed said as he grabbed Warda by her hand. "I came to warn you. That if you, or any of your idiotic friends come close to this girl. The hospital is what you will wish I would send you to." Warda could tell Syed meant every word. As if each word he had specifically chosen.
"And if I decide to hurt.." Chelsea asked, but Syed interrupted her. "That if is as it should remain. I told you. Now will you stay away or should I sort you out here and now?" He asked. Anger could be sensed in his words. As if he was defending Warda from an evil demon. (Which in all possibility Chelsea could have been one.) Chelsea stood silent. Syed took that as an answer of acceptance and turned around. Walking with Warda back the way they came. As he grabbed a branch that was about to hit Warda.
"How did you...."
"Sense that?" Syed finished Warda's question for her.
"Keen sense of hearing comes in handy." He smiled at her. As he turned and threw the branch at Chelsea. He threw it as if it was an Axe. As Warda did not want to see the outcome she kept walking. Which was to no avail as she still heard the thud when it hit Chelsea.
"You walk slow." Syed stated as he caught up to her. Dusting his hands off as if he just completed a good job.
"Well I don't like seeing people get hurt." Warda stated.
"Even if they are the ones hurting you?" He looked at her with an eyebrow raised.
"Not everything can be solved with violence." She stated coldly as they walked silently the rest of the way to his apartment.
She didn't know why she went to his apartment. She figured it was because she knew she was safe. Bradd and Chelsea would never dare to come here. She felt relaxed. But Syed was shaking a little. His eyes slowly turning back to their normal color.
"Why do your eyes turn red?" She asked. "And are you okay? You are shivering." She stated but then felt stupid as he must know by now he is shivering.
"I am fine." He said as he sat next to her on his couch. She didn't know why. But she felt worried to lose him. She hugged him tightly. But he did not push her away. She could tell he has been alone for a long time. As she rested her head on his chest. He was warm. And as his shivering stopped he felt like a pillow to her. He recited something as he closed his eyes. Rubbing her temple with his thumb.