Finding Islam

3: Friends

Assalamu alaykum x long time no see 😭

I am back to updating this story alhamdulillah and before I begin the regular updates, I just want to say that if you feel like you are wasting time by reading my story, then leave. Delete it and do not read my story. However, if you begin reading and you see it is doing you good and you are increasing in knowledge then alhamdulillah, continue reading because that is the only thing I pray for.

I hope you enjoy the story of King & A'ishah, just like you enjoyed Amir & Hira and Zaid and Sumayya ❤️

بسم الله الرحمن الرحیم

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"Aye! Look who it is!" Tyler shouted across the cafeteria as I walked down the steps, narrowing my eyes at him and the rest of the guys. I wasn't even going to come to school today, but my dad pissed me off so I left in the afternoon, making it in time for lunch.

"Mans got a get out of jail card or something." Peter added with a snicker when I was close enough as he took a bite out of the sandwich on his tray meanwhile Jackson just stared at me with a face void of any emotion. Clearly, they weren't drunk enough to forget about what had happened which only made my anger rise again.

"You thought that was funny?" I asked through clenched teeth as I sat opposite Tyler, beside Jackson and took the apple off his tray. I hadn't had breakfast and I was starving. An apple would do me good for a few hours.

"It was hilarious!" Tyler said as he joined Peter who was practically howling with laughter. They banged their fists on the tables and I clenched my jaw, feeling the need to punch the both of them in the across the face, badly.

"How's your leg?" Jackson asked, glancing at me sideways and sipping his coke through a straw. I stopped chewing on the apple in my mouth and turned to look at him.

"You literally stabbed someone and you're asking about my leg?" I whispered to him harshly, not wanting anyone else to hear. How was he being so carefree?! He actually had stabbed someone, a human being, yet he didn't even seem in the least bit worried about the guy or whether or not he was dead.

"I'm sure he's fine." He shrugged as if he were talking about the weather or something, not even a tiny bit of concern showing in his eyes or his posture, rather he looked quite relaxed, as if he had gotten his daily dose of violence and was calm until his need for it would appear again.

"You're all the biggest ****** I know." I muttered as I left my half eaten apple on the table, Peter taking it and finishing it off as I stood up. "By the way, he forgave all of us for what we did." I muttered angrily. "Not that you give a crap." With that, I stalked off and out of the cafeteria, not knowing what to do. Truth be told, I don't know why I had gotten so riled up about the whole thing, but I guess just the fact that the guy, Ahmad had chosen to forgive us, yet the guys couldn't even care less about him made me mad.

I heard heels clicking, my man senses catching them quickly. I turned around and looked to the side corridor, seeing Helena walking towards me, a book in her hand that she was sifting through, probably going over notes for a test she had that she didn't study for because she was too busy partying all weekend. She was probably the only girl I always went back to, only because she was pretty hot and wasn't clingy either. I think she had a dream that one day I was going to realise she was the one for me and we were going to get married, but until then, I'd use her for what I could get.