All is fair in love and war
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After meeting jafar at Rahma's house yesterday, I left earlier than I planned to. Turns out jafar wanted to talk to her about something very important. I left to give them space and actually get away from him. Anyways that was yesterday.
It's 4:35 and I am outside the library deciding on what to do. Should I text Jafar to inform him about meeting me at the library or not. What if he ignores my text? Or what if he replies. I don't know!!! Arrgh my life is so complicated. You might be wondering how I got his number. Rahma gave me his number just like that yesterday saying just in case I needed to talk to him about anything.
Finally I decided to text him
Safiya: hey
Jafar : hello safiya fancy seeing you text me.
Safiya : how did you get my number???
Jafar: don't sweat it pretty face,i got it from Rahma. She said I should take it for necessary measures.
Safiya : she said something close to that to me when she gave me
Your number what is she up to?
Jafar : I have no idea. Anyways why did you text me?
Safiya : meet me at the library by 5:00.
I didn't wait for his reply cos we were chatting like close friends. I shuddered at the word close friends .
I went into the library and sat at my favorite spot not before greeting Ms Pearl though. I began deciding on things to add to our project so that I spend less time with jerk face.
Someone clears their throat beside me and I raise my head to see Jafar. He was wearing a blue denim jeans and a black button up shirt. His dirty brown hair was neatly done. I have to admit Jafar is hot. He has beautiful baby blue eyes and a perfectly sculpted face. A well defined jaw line and cute pink lips. Too bad he had the looks and not the personality.
"can I seat?"comes his deep husky voice.
"oh so you can be polite! That's new. You can seat " I replied
"I can be polite with my friends" he says while sitting
"Too bad none of them are here "
"Yes none of them are here. Because you are more than just my friend. Pretty face" bringing his face close to mine as he spoke. I swallowed a lump in my throat when he said that.
"let's get to business so we can get a this over with and I can stop seeing your jerky face"
I love his cologne. I need to buy that. If only I knew the name.
"well" he motioned for me to explain. I began explaining and showing him my ideas. Which I think can be fixed a bit more.
Jafar's POV
Safiya explained her opinions about the project. I know she made this ideas up so we don't spend much time deciding and finish the project very fast. But I'll not allow that. The ideas were good but they never needed more.
"So what do you think about this ideas?" She asks
"I don't like them. They are a bit too shallow and off the topic. The topic is about effects of climate change so it should reflect that"
I just had to disagree with her ideas not because they are bad but because I want to spend more time with her. Hopefully if my thought is valuable to her we will decide together before taking the writing and other steps.
"Well I think it's a good input from you since you are usually uninterested. Let's start all over then" she replies
We started exchanging ideas . Well most of my ideas where over the edge and not considered. And I made sure each idea took a long time to decide.
"Okay may be we should start by defining climate then change then climate change" safiya said
"Or may be the concepts first" I say.
"No concept comes after definition "
"But I like concept first" I mumble
"I don't care about what you like"
"You care about what I love then. noted"
"Stop trying to flirt with me"
"I'm not trying pretty face it's in the persona" I said smirking she frowned and we continued.
It was already 6:00 and we weren't done to my utmost happiness. We decided to continue tomorrow at Rahma's.
Time to go home.it sounds so weird .I don't really want to go home and meet dad. We still haven't been back to our normal selves. Since the whole change of class issue. I just hope we resolve this soon. I miss my dad. Now i sound like a six year old but I actually miss him but mum and I never have miss understandings because mom is more cool headed. I just hope this goes well.
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