Hoodies and Hijabs

05|| Twerking Her Butt Off

Amal's POV

Ya Allah! Othman though!

I imagined ruffling his soft tufts of chocolate brown hair. And those hazel eyes that go green in the sun. He had a chiselled jawline, sharp enough to give you cuts! And I could just make out those abs through his white shirt. Oh my, those dimples. When he smiles, it is the cutest thing ever! But I gotta say, those muscles were definitely the best part. The muscles in his arms bulged out, not too much that it was weird, but to the point where I just wanted to go up to him and bite his arm.

But the only problem is, what's her face? Sadie or something? I need to be super nice to her if I want any chance with her brother.

Astaghfirullah, I need to calm the hell down.

"Hey Sadie!" I shout, running to catch up with her. This is probably the first time I've spoken to her all day. Not that it matters.

"It's Sadia" She says, frowning, and I can hear her brother behind us laughing. As if he couldn't get any cuter. His laugh was so amazing, I thought about taking my phone out and filming him. But he'd probably get creeped out, so I decided against the idea.

"Right, sorry, Sadia, I just wanted to give you my number. You know, just in case you need something?" I flash her a smile and give her my phone, waiting for her to write her digits in. She grabs my phone and immediately starts typing it in . I notice that she types like an old woman. She only uses one hand and it takes her about ten seconds to find a letter. Gosh, some people.

We exchange goodbyes and she gets into her brothers car, smiling and giving us a small wave. I just ignore her and turn around, waiting for Ameera to realize that the car is long gone and they won't be able to see her anymore, so she could stop waving around like an idiot.

I call Hussain, who is my private driver, to come pick us up. He obliges and ends the call, exclaiming that he doesn't want to die at a young age. Hussain has been working for my parents before I was born and since he was a child. He came from a very poor family and my parents had taken his parents in as maids and butlers. Hussain, never having the money to be educated, followed into his parents footsteps.

How lucky for him. He gets to spend time with me for my whole life. He's good looking, but I'd never marry a poor guy. I need me a rich, billionaire husband.

"Come on girls, Yallah" I say and immediately we form into a triangle where I stand at the front, in the middle and the girls stand behind me, each one on either side. We walked away like we ruled the Earth. Fun!

~*~

"I have to go shopping with Shazia" Ameera whines, ranting to me about her younger sister who was a total brat. Even though Ameera and I were best friends, there's nothing in this world you could try to do to make me act like a civilised citizen towards Shazia.

I hate her so much.

She acts like such a white person, which is something she's definitely not. Sorry babe, not trynna be racist or anything.

A few weeks ago, Ameera's mother, Azizah, had found this CD in the shops that is a work-out exercise made by this famous person. It included tips on how to get bigger breasts and bigger bums. Yeah, don't even ask me what Azizah was thinking when she bought it. Anyway, Shazia, being the little, annoying, wannabee she is, she puts the CD in the the DVD player and starts going what the woman on TV does.

And when the woman on TV started sticking her butt out right in front of the camera and twerking her ass off, Shazia, the little she-devil did the exact same thing. Trust me when I say I have never seen anything more scarring in my entire sixteen years life.