That was never It!!

chapter 3

Aaliyah pretended that she was excited to finally meet her fiancé when her friends asked her how it went. All of her friends were happy for her expect Isabelle. She knew Aaliyah well enough to tell that she was faking it.

After the rest of the girls went back to there rooms, Aaliyah and Isabelle remained alone. They were roomies from first day of collage. At first they couldn't  stand each other but now they were besties.

"They are gone. You can quit the acting." Isabelle started.  Aaliyah looked at her friend and frowned.

"He seems like a nice guy. Maybe I should marry him."

"Are you crazy? What about Haytham? I thought he is the love of your life."

"Yea he is. But I wanna get over him and move on. I am sure he has done the same."

"I don't like him. There is something off about this guy."

"Who? Jaffar?"

Isabelle nodded affirmative. Aaliyah rolled her eyes.

"But you don't even know him." She threw her pillow to her. "Don't be so mean."

"Can't wait to tell you 'I told you so' and do my awesome victory dance." Isabelle said enthusiastically. Unlike Aaliyah she was always in a jovial mood.

"You are ca-razy!" Aaliyah said with a smile. Isabelle crossed her eyes.

"Stop that," Aaliyah shrieked. "It's creepy."

Isabelle simply laughed loudly. The matron walked in to check if they were in before curfew.

"Good evening Mrs Stone heart." Isabelle said unconsciously and immediately wished she hadn't.

"What did u just call me Ms Martinez?" Mrs Stonert asked in her ever harsh voice.

"Uuh umm...Eeh.." She stammered.

"Mrs Stonert dear," Aaliyah grabbed her attention. "Love what you did to your hair. It looks amazing."

"Ooh you noticed. I just did a little here and there." The matron smiled proudly as she touched her hair and immediately frowned again. "Nice try you Arab freak. Ms Martinez you disrespect me one more time and she gets it." She said pointing at Aaliyah.

"I am sorry Mrs Stonert." Isabelle said angrily. She hated her for treating Aaliyah horribly. The lady in her mid forty and was as mean as an old witch.

She looked at Aaliyah one more time and marched out of their room.

"I hate her." Isabelle said angrily. "How can anyone be so mean and evil."

"Relax let's watch a movie before we sleep." Aaliyah said happily. She had stayed in New York for almost a year and people have been treating her badly cause of her religion. She listened to her sisters complain at the Masjid. She never complained.  She had lived in a war torn land, a few evil glances from people she hasn't met yet would not bring her down.

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"Did you take your scarfy wife safely home?" Marla asked Jaffar while clipping her nails. They were in his car at night. Jaffar was puffing his cigarette. He looked at the rear view mirror and adjusted it. He smiled and looked as he looked at his reflection.

"Relax Marla. You will always be bae." Marla wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I know but I feel a little insecured. She is prettier than the rest of the Arab girls your daddy has been forcing you on to." She said giving him the puppy dog eyes. That made Jaffar pull her closer giving her a passionate kiss.

"Shut up and let's have fun. She is too innocent for me." He said with a smirk on his face. He pushed her hair back and pulled her even closer. "Now kiss me like you mean it."