The rejected niqabi

Rude much?

"Get the eff off me "the "hunk" whispered at me looking like i just murdered his cat

I have always known my luck is terrible since i started first grade. i had been placed beside the star of the class and didn't know how to act around him. i got bored with the teacher's incessant talking so i decided to have some of my juice disguised as water; i ended up spilling the juice on him while the whole class laughed at me and he sent me a disgusted look. i still cringe when i remember that story.

Are you deaf ? someone screamed in my ear as i jumped up startled

i realized i had zoned out before i sent him a quick glare so that only him could see. i quickly apologized and took a seat while still blushing ." i am so not getting married to a grump" i thought

the parents began to talk about whatever parents talk about during proposals while i just  blanked out and started thinking about how rich the guy i just glared at is. I thought about sending him a mental apology but i remembered how rude he was.

i gave him a quick once over and i wasn't even surprised when i spotted something that looked somewhat like a Gucci suit. thank goodness i decided to wear my designer stuff ,at least he wouldn't  have the chance to give my clothing disapproving looks. Just then, i looked up and i saw my mom gesturing a stand with her hands. I was on the brink of rolling my eyes when i realized where i was. Plastering a sickly sweet smile on, i stood up before i noticed everyone but the 'hunk' was leaving the room.

'Oh lord' i thought, just tell me this is some sick joke. They are as sure as jahanam not going to leave me in here with this extremely rude specimen." You know, they actually expect us to acknowledge each others presence then you know, talk", i heard him say. 'oh maybe we should play  twenty questions ", he said again isn't that what teenagers these days do?.

"Oh i'll go first", I said 

Are you always this rude?

"okay someone  tell me you did not just say that cause you seem like you really don't know who you are talking to" he replied

judging by the fact that we are the only people in this room, i have a feeling you'll have to wait a long long time before someone tells you that ", i retorted

"and i thought niqabis were nice and quiet" he murmured

"can you say that a little louder , i didn't hear you quite well the first time" i said

"i will take a guess and say that is a lie since you seem angry" he swiftly replied

whoever said attitude takes you places in life is such an effing liar seeing as your personality is so nasty and you can afford to drive around in limos 

'I really would like to know what gives you the idea that your personality is any good either but I believe we were in the middle of something.

well, its your turn soo.....

okay, what type of husband do you dream of having ?

"ooh ooh i know the answer to that one" I said in excitedly. A guy that is definitely not anything like you.

'you are one to talk considering the fact that i wouldn't marry anybody with traits that remotely resemble yours' he retorts sounding a bit miffed

"If I didn't know better, i'll say my rejection hurt you" i replied as i saw a bit of color tint his cheeks.

'you know what, i think we got off on the wrong foot , let's try being nice to each other'i said with a fake smile plastered on my face . he rolled his eyes as nahimah came in telling us our time was up .

'I thought that will never end' i heard him mumble under his breath but i caught it

you really shouldn't mumble , i replied quoting Mr willy wonka 

mama signaled for nahimah and i to go towards the kitchen probably to get the food. Just then, a thought crossed my mind: maybe i could play a good ol prank on Mr "the world revolves around me over there and put some salt i his tea.

wait, but what if someone else got his and if he sits it out, that will just make his family think i'm incapable of making a simple cup of tea. And a waste of perfectly good tea -not that him drinking it doesn't count as wasting.

I followed nahimah into the kitchen to get the food before my mother came in . "yalla habibti"do not keep my in- laws waiting  she said 

I rolled my eyes before walking out of the kitchen with a small smile(you know, just to be polite) before i saw the devil's reincarnate  himself  getting all talking to my brother like they were long lost friends that finally found each other . The smile immediately dropped of my face as i noticed they looked extremely cute together. Cute enough for me to almost coo before i realized what i was doing

After thirty minutes of more awkwardness, they finally decided to leave . We all gathered at the door to say Allah hafiz."I had fun" he whispered and he sent me a last smirk before leaving the room.