Always Him

13

As Murad rushed down the stairs in his crisp white button down shirt that exposed some of his chest as I frantically tried to escape.

When finally I found the door, I quickly pushed it's heaviness and pretty soon the heat of the summer night hit my cool skin, quickly warming it up. My chest felt heavy and the aderaline rush hasn't worn off yet.

I needed to quickly get to my car before Murad catches up. I spotted the car and quickly started sprinting to it despite the stares of people who probably thought I looked extremely distraught and a mess.

I pushed my hair back as i frantically tried to put the stupid key in the old driver door but it kept getting jammed. My stress was elevating.

After a couple of frantic tries it finally turned and the door opened. A sigh of relief came over me. I didn't waste any time getting in and turning on the car. However, as I was about to close the door when an arm shot out  and held the door firmly open.

I gasped as I looked up at who it was.

Murad looked down at me, frowning and fuming with anger. I adverted my eyes to avoid his blazing eyes.

"What are you doing here?" He asked coldly.

My eyes widened. "I came w-with some freinds," I stuttered. I didn't know why I was so nervous. It was only just Murad. They guy I practically knew my whole life.

Except I could tell, things have changed.

His eyes narrowed. "Are you following me?." His voice sliced through me.

I grew angrier with his questions he was shooting at me. "I'm not." I bit back. I went to close the door but he came to the opened window.

He glared at me through the frame of the old beaten up window. "Then I suggest you stay away from where you know I am Hanna." He hissed and then quickly turned around and walked back to the bustling club.

I wanted to scream at him, hit him, or do something that showed how angry and hurt I was but nothing would work so tears inevitably began to pour down my cheeks.

To say the least, I really didn't like the drive back home.

******

After our fight,

Murad didn't show up to school for the next following days. For the rest of the week, he was gone.

So I had to wait to till the week after to see him. Despite him hurting my feelings that night at the club, deep inside I missed his presence.

I missed his blazing green eyes and the way his thick dark eyebrows framed them so well as his dark silky hair gave him an ethereal look.

Everyday falling asleep became torture because his eyes loomed in my dreams and nightmares. Or how his wicked smile would spike me up from my sleep every night.

I wanted it to stop but it only got worse. His kind eyes weren't how they were anymore. They became a part of my normal dreams, or nightmares in this case.

"Hanna?" My mom said during lunch.

I picked up my head and quickly stopped swirling the milk around in the small tea cup. "Yeah?"

"Ahmed wants to see you." She said, looking away now. She knew I shivered every time his name was mentioned.

"Well I don't want to see him." I blatantly said.

My mom sighed. "You have to because-"

I gripped the fork in my hand firmly. "Because what mom?!" I say sharply.