Hoodies and Hijabs

03|| Book of Secrets

Aliyah's POV

So, after we left school the three of us headed to my house, well mansion really, Ameera told us that her dad called and would be flying to Pakistan in an emergency because her mum had a miss landing or something? Half the time I don't even know what she's on about.

Once we arrived at my house, we went up to my floor- the top one so people aren't always nosing around- and called the butler for some food.

He arrived 33 seconds later with a plate of baklava and another plate of laddu.

"Thanks Mr Asad. Are Ammu (mum) and Abbu (dad) back yet?" I inquired.

"No, sorry Ms Hoque. They've increased their stay in Italy for three days. Again, I'm sorry Miss." He said and then left the room, knowing that I hater it when him, or any of the staff, stayed in the same room as me whilst I was talking to my friends. I deserve a little privacy people.

"So what do you guys want to do?" I questioned.

"Ruin someone's life?" Amal said.

The three of us smirked and I got up to retrieve the book. We have the darkest and deepest secrets of everyone. How we get them? Blackmail, manipulation, playing, toying, you name it.

We have them for everyone who has ever crossed our path, or anyone who might ever cross our path.

I don't always keep it, we all take turns. So we all have equal chances of getting caught. This month, was my turn to keep the book in my house. We called it The Book of Secrets.

"So anyone annoyed you lately?" Amal asked.

"So, there's this guy in my English class, he is literally a twat. He throwed a paper ball at me, and then asked if I would go out with him. Like what the actual hell? Get some manners and etiquette." Ameera spoke up.

I was more surprised at the fact that Ameera actually knows what the word etiquette means.

"Ew, that is so blooming annoying. Who even was this blooming stupid guy?" I asked so I could find his page.

"Aliyah, stop. Blooming will never be a thing." Amal sighed. "But who is this guy?"

"Umm, Dav- no, I think it was Damon. Damon Watts." Ameera confirmed.

I quickly started flicking through to the D section. As mean as I was, I am still Bengali (anyone from Bangladesh?) and Bengalis are 2 things. Organised and smart. Which I was both.

"Okay, I've got it. Its Damien by the way." I found. "He's in a relationship with one of the teachers. Mrs Oliver" .

Amal smirked and Ameera nodded in satisfaction. Amal whipped out the iPhone 7 we use for ruining people's lives. I've pre-ordered the iPhone X for myself.

She typed: 'Damien Watts. Now, now darling, having a relationship with a teacher may be fun, but it definitely isn't legal. Oh, and what about that position on the football team and your football scholarship for uni? You may want to kiss it and some other things, or people, goodbye. Xoxo AAA'. Send.

"Brilliant."

"So" I started, getting comfortable on my bed, "There's a girl who'll be transferring to our year"

"Really?" Ameera asked, her big brown eyes and mouth wide open, as if it was impossible to believe that somebody could move to a different school.

I rolled my eyes at her and looked at Amal, I gave her a look telling her to say something, but Ameera didn't shut up.

"We should, like, totally bully her when she gets here!" Ameera blurted out, the enthusiasm was clear in her voice.

Aliyah and I looked at each other and shared a knowing smirk.

~*~

"Can Miss Aliyah Hoque, Miss Ameera Malik and Miss Amal Abdulrahman please make their way to the Head's office." The tannoy boomed, startling the three of us at the same time.

"It can't be the text, can it? We've never been caught before." I thought aloud, a hint of fear in my voice.

"Don't worry, Aliyah. Our parents all have as much authority over this school as the Head himself. We practically own this place." Amal comforted me. "Come on now, let's go."

So we all walked in our triangle formation to the Head's office, which was quite far away.

When we arrived there, we didn't even bother knocking and walked straight in, at such a force that our Hijabs were flying behind us.

"What do you want?" Amal squinted her eyes, the coldness of her tone clear as a crystal.

"I don't know if you have heard, but there is a new girl starting here soon. Her name is Sadia Yunus and she is moving here, to London, from Manchester. I know how nice you girls are-" Ameera snickered, earning a pointed look from Mr Tonton "- so I want you three to look after her and make her feel welcome."

"Ugh, do we have to? That's not fair, why us?" Amal complained.

"Yes Miss Abdulrahman, you three. You are dismissed."

How can someone say a name so white? Like seriously learn some respect.

We all got up in sync and walked out at the same time.

"I guess we need to add a new page to our book." I spoke on the matter.

We flashed our signature smirk and walked in our formation to our next lesson, Chemistry.

Thank you guys for reading this Chapter, I hope you enjoyed! In this chapter, the bold words are translations for Bengali.

For any of you wondering,

Aliyah-Bangladesh
Amal- Saudi Arabia
Ameera-Pakistan

-W