"That was rude. What does he think of himself. He has no idea what I could do to him"i shout furiously as I look at Rahma for an explanation
" Sorry " she says in a hushed tone.
" ugh. I could just kill someone"
"so sorry Safy I didn't know that jafar turned into a whole load of shit".
"might I add a big doofus and a Jerk to that"
We left for the library. I was still fuming with anger. What does that idiot think of himself. He's not any king or prince but he acts like a boy with ego problems which shall be fixed.
"Hey Ms. pearl" we said in unison ms pearl was the Liberian. Just seeing her lightens up my mood.
"welcome back to school my beloveth students"
I chuckle at that and Rahma bursts into an insane laughter clutching her sides as she laughs.
"I can see you read another history book this holiday. like who uses beloveth now " I hardly say in between laughs
"Glad I cheered you girls up"
"You sure did ms. pearl" rahma says still laughing
"how have you been" I asked concerned. Seeing as last session she lost her husband . Since then she was always sad. Rahma and I have been there for her through her hard times. This made us to be very close to her. I just thank God she's better I hate seeing good people suffering.
"can you girls help me organize some books" she pointed to a table which was filled with books. That would have been a hard work for her alone.
We started to organize the books walking about in the library keeping every book where it belonged. People sure do scatter books around why on earth would you pick a book and not return it to its rightful place .
The library was big with big stalks of books, shelf, tables and chairs made with fine wood of very high quality. Every book was arranged in rows of the subject or genre of novel or book it concerned. The library was painted brown with brown tiles. Everything blended together into a beautiful and relaxing place for us. There was a huge notice board by the side of which important notices where pasted.
We wrote an article about the use of library and it's importance last session and it was still there.
"you know a lot of students now use the library a lot because of your wonderful article" ms pearl comments happily
I am so happy to see her happy and almost completely back on track.
"Due to that I was even thinking of a play" She added
"okay "we reply
" Romeo and juliet . I hope to see you guys at the auditions in three days time "
We continue chit chatting not keeping track of time. I looked at the clock and quickly yanked Rahma off her seat not forgetting to say goodbye to Ms. pearl. We were late for gym class. We quickly changed into our gym attires before heading straight to the class.
As soon as I got in the hall. I felt someone grab my hand. It was Sadiya my arch enemy. Ohh Sadiya today's not the day.
She grabbed my hands and led me to the side.
"I saw you talking to jafar. You had better stay away from him" we are talking about that prick. Gosh!!! I wish you had a better topic.
"God! Sadiya do you think I like your ex-boyfriend jafar? and Take your disgustingly infected hands off me. "
"You better stop snooping in what does not have anything to do with you"
"last time I checked your broke up with jafar three months ago and guess what I didn't even talk to him because he was a rude idiot " I shouted. Did I just shout that.
Sadiya looked at me wide eyed. So did everyone else except for Rahma and jafar who gave me a weird look. I didn't see that coming believe me. I can't control myself when am angry
Sadiya looked at me then jafar one last time before walking away.
"That's right bitch walk away and take your flat as with you" I whispered so only she could here .
She glared at me mouthing "fuck you"
She was beautiful in her own weird fake way. Her hair is blonde. She has black eyes and a plump lip. She has the a perfectly fake body she has this pale skin which she obviously tanned to cover how pale it was.
Her Parents were my parents friends. Not all that good friend but business partner friends. We always pretend to be good friends in front of them. But we were enemies.
The gym class continued awkwardly with everyone passing glances from me to jafar. Rahma just kept went on watching basketball while we sat since we weren't participating.
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Hey guys well this is chapter 4
Hope you like it and enjoy it.
How about jafar's pov next chapter to clear things up.
See you 🔜
Oh well until then luv you 😘😍😘😍
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Teen Fiction"I hate you " whispered Safiya " I certainly don't hate you pretty face." jafar said to her in a low voice "don't you ever kiss me again" "oh pretty face don't pretend. You love my kisses" with that he captured her lips with a mind blowing kiss...
