~Broken Souls~

Chapter 1

The sound of heels clicking made me tear my eyes from my phone and glance towards the front of our class. One of the teachers from the office was standing in front of the black board her mouth pinched in to an ugly scowl.

"Since your lecturer has not yet arrived, you will be joining Miss Anistons class", she declared running her eyes through all the rows in the class pausing slightly when it came towards the row where I was sitting along with my best friend Nada. Her scowl growing deeper, if thats even possible she turned around and left with the room leaving the door open.

Rolling my eyes from annoyance I glanced at nada and saw that she was trying her best not to burst out laughing. Fixing my niqab I gave glare in her direction which was all it took for her to open the floodgates to seal like laughter.

Smirking I gathered all my belongings and left her cackling and becoming a tomato, walking out the door I headed up to MS Anistons class .I liked her she wasnt Islamophobic or anything well that may be because she is in her early thirties and her sister is a converted Muslim but still she is a really cool teacher .She usually lets us do anything we want when we have joined classes because of reasons like this ,Mr. Dennis sleeping in again.

As I finished climbing the first set of stairs nada rejoined me out of breath red in the face and hair sticking out of her yellow hijab. Glaring at me she linked her hand in my elbow and started pushing her way through our other classmates which resulted in me apologizing to everyone who grumbled beneath their breath and gave us the stink eye. Quickly untangling my arm from hers before she dissembled it from pulling it too hard I speed walked forward and pushed the door

"Oomph" followed by a thump was what I was rewarded with. All eyes were on me when I entered, confused I turned around to see a guy seated on the floor rubbing his forehead with his palm

I was shocked to say the least as I stood gawking at the guy who was yet to identify himself I couldnt fight the embarrassment which was crawling within me which as a result led to me not being able to even open my mouth.

"Ooouchie" he whined which honestly made everyone laugh including me because it made him look like a spoiled 4-year-old. Hearing my laugh, he shot his gaze upward and once again I was blown away and speechless. His eyes were the clearest blue globes I have ever seen in my life. Miss Aniston clearing her throat was what made me crash back to reality and once again I was returned to making myself look like a fool by stuttering a string of apologies and ranting about my clumsy self all the while when he got up calmly and was looking at me curiously.

Hearing him chuckle made me shut my mouth and look up at me which was proving difficult because he stood a good two heads worth taller than me .Softly with a deep voice he said "don't sweat it" and walked off to his seat turning at the last moment and exclaiming "it makes me look badass" which I must admit was the right opposite because it looked like some one slapped him in the face with a harry potter book .

While everyone else was busy laughing their heads off all I could do was manage a meekly smile only a minute late cursing myself internally for the uselessness of that due to my niqab ,but he seemed to get that I smiled ,returning it with a smile of his own which led my haram heart to speed up making me think Im going to go into cardiac arrest