Finding Islam

7: Learn

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"Two o'clock." Peter said with a howling whistle and we all turned our heads to look at the girl who was down the street, walking her dog wearing little running shorts that barely covered her behind and a white tank top, her red bra showing from beneath.

"Pwoah, ten." Jackson said, widening his eyes. "Definitely a ten." He said.

"If she had make up on, ten." I said with a nod, agreeing with him. "Like that, I'd say nine."

We turned to look at Tyler since he didn't answer, seeing that he was still hawking at her body. I laughed, slapping him across the head. "Nah, I agree with Jacko. Make up or no make up. Ten any day. Look at those legs." He said making me laugh.

"Ten bucks you can't get her number." I challenged, raising an eyebrow as I smirked at him, watching his face turn to look at me.

"Bet." He said, shaking my hand before taking off his jumper and handing it to me. He tipped some water into his palm and lightly loitered the droplets around his forehead and arms, tipping a little bit on his chest as well before jogging towards her with a singlet on as we stood back and watched him, laughing at his acting. Such a liar.

He jogged up to the girl while looking at his phone and slowly, but clearly intentionally, bumping into her, catching her in his arms before she hit the ground. She looked perplexed as she glanced up at him and he gave her a little smirk, saying something before pulling her up and extending his hand for a shake. She shook his hand and he kneeled down, petting her dog and smiling up at her as he kept talking. It only took about two minutes of talking before she smiled and nodded. He took out his phone and began typing before sending her a wink and watching her continue walking. Once she was out of sight he ran back over to us, a smirk on his face.

"Pay up." He said, taking his jumper back out of my hands. I asked him what he said as I took out my wallet and handed him a ten dollar note. "I told her I like going on runs and that I have a dog too."

"You don't even have a dog." Peter said with a laugh as we continued walking.

"It's not like I'm ever gonna take her to my house." He scoffed.

"What about that one?" Jackson said as he nodded towards another girl we were walking by on the street. She was across the road, a phone to her ear, wearing skinny jeans and a grey sweater, her light brown hair tied in a high messy ponytail with white Nike's on.

"Six." I said.

"Six? Five." Muttered Jackson in reply.

"I'd give her a seven." Tyler said with a shrug and Peter agreed.

"She's got a nice body." He added.

"Just doesn't know how to flaunt it." Tyler laughed, making the other two laugh also.

"Maybe she doesn't want to flaunt it." I shrugged mindlessly as I continued walking, hearing the guys go silent behind me, making me turn around to look at them.

"What the hell?" Peter muttered, his lips curled, looking at me like I had grown another head or something.

"What? She probably just likes jumpers, bro. Relax." I said with a shrug, forcefully laughing it off and shaking my head as I continued walking, hearing their footsteps fall in sync with mine.