Rendezvous of a hijabi

Chapter 12• 20 questions

"Oh my god, you are actually lying!" I smirked in disbelief, "No way that is true,"

A faint blush tainted his cheeks, "Shut up," He mumbled simply.

"IT IS TRUE!" I guffawed, clutching my sides.

He had just admitted that the first time he went swimming in the deep end, his trunks slipped off and he didn't realise until the lifeguard pointed it out with a megaphone.

"I was only 9, it's not that deep," He smiled despite his embarrassment.

His pearly white teeth gleamed as he spoke. What a beautiful smile. Damn.

He began to animatedly recount how he frantically attempted to swim towards his neon orange trunks but an old woman had got it before him and helped him retrieve it.

"Wow, I wonder how your poor ego took that deflation?" I pondered jokingly.

He was actually hilarious. We sat slouched on beanbags in the game room and had started playing 20 questions when his controller battery died.

"Ok you had your fun, Safa," He grinned menacingly, "It's my turn to ask now,"

"Go at it Trunk boy,"

"How far have you ever gotten with a guy?"

I immediately flared, didn't he know that was a stupid question to ask?

"Listen but I don't think you have met my mom," I rolled my eyes, "Not only would I be shipped off to Africa for the rest of my life, but, is it not haram to sexually interact with anyone outside of marriage?"

His eyes widened, I could have thought I saw a fleeting look of admiration in his eyes but he regained his composure swiftly.

"Sheikh Safa, damn. I fully agree with you and sorry dumb question," He spoke earnestly, with an intense devotion for the topic, "Well if you told me that two years ago I would have laughed in your face,"

Feeling curious, I asked him to explain what he meant by that.

He ran a hand through his dark curls, looking nervous almost.

Wow Faisal nervous. I was dying to know.

"Well," He began, "Before I begin I'll bet you have heard rumours about me being a player and going through all the cheerleaders,"

I smiled sympathetically, "Yep,"

He laughed and carried on, "But it is a slight exaggeration anyway, not ALL of them,"

I groaned,"Get to the point please,"

"Calm your self, I am," He smirked, "Anyways, I got to a stage where I was pissing my mom of real bad. You know; late night parties, drinking, girls,"

He kind of looked guilty and I could only raise a single brow, "So what changed then?"

"I was tired of seeing my mom so stressed and heartbroken. As if she had lost her son. One day she just snapped, broke down sobbing and she begged me to change otherwise I'd be sent to Somaliland to live with my deadbeat dad,"

Subconsciously, I touched his arm as a comforting gesture and he smiled.

"So yeah, decided to get back on my deen and make her proud, I didn't really have that asshole as a father figure growing up. He walked out when I was 2,"

"What about Ahmed?"

"He and Maryam have a different dad,"

His eyes flashed in anger for a split second, then came back to normal. Almost as if it never happened.

"Anyway, are you going to the Snowflake Ball next week?" He swiftly changed the topic.

"Yep I can't wait!" I grinned.

"So I was thinking..." He began confidently, "Me and you go together Safa. Like as friends obviously,"

My fave grew hot and I stammered slightly at his unexpected question. Why would he ask me of all people?

"I-I'm going with a bunch of my friends. If you wanna come with us it's cool," I said regretfully.

He ran a hand through his curly locks and replied nonchalantly, "Yeah man don't worry. I might be going with my boys anyway, just figured you wanted a friend to show you around,"

"Awwwww you care!" I cooed mockingly.

"Shut up man,"

**Authors note**
Aren't Safa and Faisal cute??😍
Hope you enjoy this chapter even though it's a little bit short.
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