She didn't ask for money or wealth or even a well known position!
She asked for a family who cares for her, appreciates her hard work and loves her.
He didn't ask for anything except revenge from his past and he didn't find anyone to act the role...
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||Chapter Seven|| His....Target!
He does know the reason for her action! But he is still surprised that she has still those feelings for him that isn't changed or bothered to fade out. They are away from each other for about two years and her feelings don't fade. For two years, he has lived the worst days of his life and she didn't do a thing although she knew about it all. Every moment and every second pass, his hatred towards her grows gradually he still doesn't know what else to do. He came here to start his revenge but there is still something missing.
He knows that what he has done is wrong. It isn't for the whole thing but as to mention that the girl with the scarf that she matters him. He has just noticed that he even doesn't know her name! and he always doesn't feel comfortable around her.
He doesn't know how to elaborate on himself in front of her and to apologize for injecting her in that situation. He just left away. They always fight and argue with each other wherever they meet: when he bumped into her with his car, and when he helped her from Sarah, but he only hopes that she doesn't notice what he has said before and to forget about it or just to disappear from his life. He doesn't regret helping her although she fumed on him and didn't even thank him for saving her from Sarah.
He felt a little bit guilty about Sarah and how he ended up making her crying. He does still having feelings but it fades away every moment and she chose to let him feel that way towards her. And now he likes the idea maybe his revenge begins and he knows the consequences and how it will affect him for the good end which he wants but what's all left for now is to think carefully.
He tapped by his fingers on the table across him deep thinking of what to do until his eyes sparkles and an idea whirls around his mind and lightens a shine of hope that he finally got a plan.
"yo, bro! What's on your mind? You seem to be drowned in your thoughts for a while "
One of Hamza's friend asks while nudges him in his shoulder playfully.
" It's not a big thing. Just thinking about something "
He retorts while shrugging as it is not the big thing to talk about it and he won't tell anyone.
" So tell me! Why did you come back ?"
Another Hamza's friend starts the conversation and his tone reveals some scornful words towards Hamza and in return Hamza definitely doesn't like the question.
"I mean here, in the school. You know, after what happened! "
He continues, doesn't matter how it will annoy him nor about his feelings or how he is bothered by remembering that.
"Jack, don't talk about it again! That thing has ended so I don't think we should talk about that shit anymore and I have the right to go to any school I want as everything is clear Now! "
Hamza squawks at him and raises his eyebrow challenging him to speak more. He waits for a few seconds but his supposed to be his friend doesn't dare to say something. Hamza stands up not giving him a single glance but that couple of glares to the two other friends sitting with no response just watching what is happening. He drags himself out of here heading towards outside until his sight fell on that girl with the scarf who helps earlier hugging a friend of her then he smiled at himself. He doesn't know why he smiled but it seems to him that he finally found his target and the game is about to start.
After lunchtime and some more classes, it is their last one. Hamza nor Nour see each other after the argument and it passes well for both. Sarah is with Nour in the last class but she isn't willing to do something. She from time to time looks at her coldly and emotionless expression fills her face. Nour on the other hand doesn't care and thanks to Allah for not letting Sarah annoy her again.
" I don't get these stupid problems. What should we do again in the last step? "
Nour asks Mariam who walks beside her while holding her mathematical book. She doesn't know how to solve mathematical problems. She always hates maths and numbers. She thanks secretly the scientist who invited the calculator. Wow! How would she do the adding or subtracting problems without her calculator!? That idea itself gives her a panic attack when she thinks about how the world will be with no calculators.
"It's okay I will explain it again. Do you want me to stay after school and explain everything in the library? "
Mariam suggests while both of them heading towards the gate.
"No, I don't want to be late at home "
Nour answers desperately. She doesn't want to leave her aunt Farida for a long time. She wants to have some time with her and tell her about Sarah, Hamza, Mariam, and everything but on the other side she has those problems with her lessons and she does not want to miss any lessons again.
"Hey! would you come to my place at night? It's not that far and you could explain all of this to me in my room. No annoying brothers! No disturbing! Just me and you study. So what do you say? "
The idea pops up in Nour's mind and doesn't hesitate for a while to ask her to come tonight as it will be the first time that friend comes to Nour's house. She prays inside that Mariam accepts the idea.
" I should tell my parents first but before I forgot, give me your phone number. "
Mariam says while grabbing her phone from her pocket to unlock it to save Nour's phone number.
" Yeah sure! "
Nour agrees and gives it to her. Suddenly a continuous ringing echoes in the hallway to announce someone calling. It is Mariam's phone. She picks up and pointed with her fingers upwards and mouthed one second.
She then went a few steps away from her.
There aren't that huge number of students left in the hallway. It is almost empty. Nour grabs her phone then she starts surfing her Instagram profile. Her smile widens proudly when her eyes fill on the 4000 followers.
Out of blue! someone bumps into her, and her phone is about to fall.
She raises her head, annoyed by his reaction. She arches her eyebrows, wants to know who has done this. But that person has gone already. His steps were so fast and she is facing his back.
Rude!
Is "sorry" lost from their dictionary?
She is leading her head again towards her phone. She sighs deeply when she thinks that it might be a new bully tries to annoy her. She doesn't care anymore. She knows that Allah will help her. She then notices a small folded paper fell beside her.
"This paper wasn't there before!"
She tells herself. She grabs the paper with her fingertips and unfolds it.
"Meet me tomorrow after school in the library. Waiting for you! "
