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"you seem to be In deep thoughts today" Rahma whispered Startling me as we moved to the next class. Mr. Williams the biology teacher was the serious type. So we had to move fast to class to avoid being Late.
"it's nothing much Rahma" I answer trying my best to not show my curiosity.
"well okay"
We finally reached the class and I thanked my stars because if not Rahma wouldn't let me rest with a lot of questions. Seriously she was like a journalist. Haha no offense there.
We sat down. Mr. Williams began teaching .
The class was so damn boring I barely wrote anything.
Mr William's classes were always boring except when we had group assignments or had go out of class to see different species of plants in the school garden which was still boring but in a better way . The hell cage class was almost over when Mr. Williams made an announcement
"I have a group project for all of you. I'll pair you up in two's"
He kept a box on his table. Boring alert guys this is not a drill.
"Everyone will pick a paper which has a number on it. Anyone who has a matching number with you is your partner. There will be no objections and your project starts on Thursday"
Everyone stood up to pick the paper. that turned good fast.
I picked number seventeen. Why seventeen!! Why!! Why not give my lucky number 5.
Rahma picked number six. I looked around everyone was wandering around looking for their partner. Ohh the happiness of not continuing the class is overwhelming.
I was moving and looking at my paper when I bumped into jafar. I winced as I hit him his chest as hard as a rock. The dude definitely works out. We get it
"Gosh watch it" he said in a deep husky voice
"sorry" I mumbled rolling my eyes.
"looks like you are my partner "
I looked up to see his paper with a big seventeen written on it.
I gasped. Ohh this is not happening !!!!
The hell whole class is finally over.
After the class, Rahma introduced us to each other." Safiya this is Jafar hussein Muhammad son of the owners of the large furniture and interior decoration house in all of Spain. The hussein's. And my childhood friend. I didn't need to know that
I knew it already
"Jafar meet Safiya farhan daughter of the owners of the sikaf constructions and sikaf fashion house" .
I stretched out my hand for a hand shake. Jafar just spun and left without even bothering to acknowledge my presence . My jaw was touching the floor by now. Ohh no he didn't just do that. Wrong move Hussein.
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Well Jafar was rude but why?😒
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