Finding Islam

5: Defend

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"I think the year eleven girl that Peter once hooked up with is having one too." Tyler said with a shrug as we discussed which party we'd go to tonight. It was Friday and we were sat in the gym as the teacher was absent with no substitute. We could have just left but Jackson took the opportunity to go to the machines room to box and we were waiting for him.

"That's gonna be full of year eleven's." I muttered with a roll of my eyes. Year eleven parties were annoying. Full of girls who'd dance with you then get scared and run away when you tried to take it further. Prudes.

"So what? More virgins." Tyler said with a smirk making me laugh loudly as I punched his shoulder and shook my head. This kid would never change.

"Yeah, except you have to go dancing around ten of them until you find one that gives it up." Peter muttered from his position where he was lying on the floor, his hands joined behind his back as he stared at the high ceiling above us.

"Exactly." I said with a smirk. "I reckon we should just go to the new kids one. Test the scene a little." I said, speaking with a shrug as I took my phone out of my pocket to look at the time, only to see a message, the name Ahmad written across the top.

When the hell did he get my number and when the hell did I get his?

'The guys found your wallet at the mosque. It's got your ID in it.'

I rolled my eyes and groaned. Great. Now I'd have to go back and get it. It had been two days since I was there, how had I not realized I didn't have my wallet?

See, this is what happens when you don't go clubbing and don't need to spend money on alcohol. You don't realize your bloody wallet is missing.

"First time I've seen you not smirk at a text." Tyler laughed as he leaned over my shoulder and looked at the message before I even had a chance to pull the phone away from his gaze. I quickly deleted the message and shoved the phone into my pocket.

"Ahmad? Who the hell's that?" He scoffed as he raised an eyebrow, leaning back to his original position and extending his legs outwards to get more comfortable on the floor.

"It's the guy Jackson stabbed." I said, the words slipping out before I even had a chance to realize what I was telling them. Tyler tensed and turned to look at me as Peter sat up.

"What the hell?" Peter muttered as he raised his eyebrows, looking confused as to why I even had his number. Hell, I didn't even know that myself. Maybe he had gotten it when I was drunk and he took me to the mosque. For what? I don't know, but I know for sure I hadn't given my number to him.

"Since when'd you become mates." Tyler laughed loudly as he looked at me as if I was an idiot. I exhaled, shoving my hands in my pockets as I watched Jackson walk into the Gym, sweat dripping from his forehead as he wiped it with the back of his white top that looked like it would rip any second.

"Aye, Jacko! King's become friends with the Muzzie you stabbed." Peter called out as he released a laugh, making Tyler burst out into laughter yet again as my anger began to rise. What was the big deal?

We weren't even friends.

"Muslim, Peter. They're Muslims." I said, narrowing my eyes at him and Tyler as they both clutched their stomachs, rolling around the floor like the idiots they were all the while Jackson seemed to be lost in the conversation, clearly not having any idea what we were talking about.