HOUSEMATES

HOUSEMATES PART 2

"Pri... You know what? I don't like you. Good day madam." Zack said as he walked out of the staffroom.

Zack walked in frustration as he made his way to class, he couldn't belief it, now he had to spend all his days crossing paths with her.
'I wonder if Mosha already knows about this.' He got his phone and hit the call button, it rang until it couldn't ring any more. Zack had a rule he followed, he could only call a person twice and if they didn't answer at the second attempt then he was done calling.

MOSHA: "What's up!"
ZACK: "Hey, did you know that your crush is a teacher?"
MOSHA: "You need to be more specific. Which crush are you talking about exactly?"
ZACK: "Am talking about the girl next door, hello! the one that caught you dancing."
MOSHA: "I hope you must be talking properly. She's a teacher?"
ZACK: That's what I just said. And she still thinks am the careless dude who threw his clothes carelessly on the corridor!"
MOSHA: "Just avoid her. Am sure you can do that."

Zack was now standing at the door to the class room he was going to be covering. The students seemed focused with their study because their was total silence in the room. However, Zack was still on the phone with Mosha as he complained bitterly about Jazz.

ZACK: "She called me primitive. Can you imagine that?"
MOSHA: "Maybe it was a historical joke."
ZACK: "Then it wasn't funny. Anyway talk later I have a class to teach."

Just after cutting the line, a young lady excused herself, she was approaching him from behind. She introduced herself as Jawahir; the class representative for 12B.
She kept smiling at Zack as she spoke and was blushing through out the time she stood there talking to him.

"Good morning class, My name is Mr Zack. As most of you know am a History Teacher. Am here for a few minutes to stand in for your teacher who couldn't make it as she has some commitments." He said as he opened his laptop.
Jawahir, the Class Rep, sat in the front, on the same table that he had placed his laptop. She had her eyes fixed on him as he spoke. Zack was skilled at public speaking and really knew how to capture peoples attention.

"Can someone tell me what you guys have been looking at." He said as he faced the whole class.
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Back at home, Asli was still waiting for Qaras to come and pick her up. She was already late for the first lecture and this meant going to work at the hospital on the weekend.
Her anger had taken a boil and she was pissed, this wasn't the first time Qaras suggested something and failed to live up to it, she knew very well her boyfriend was all talk and no action. But for some reason, she believed he would change. Despite the daily arguments, she always did her best to treat him like a King. However, all she got in return was a mountain of apologizes.

'Who does he think he is?' She said to herself as she wondered around the kitchen in her Nurse's uniform.

"Talking to yourself huh?" Mosha said as he walked in. He had no shirt on, his brown body had a shiny glow to it as he showed off his six pack. Asli's eyes were mesmerized, she couldn't stop looking at him.
"Am sorry am not dressed. I just thought am home alone." He said quickly as he noticed how she looked at him.
"Oh! i-t-s okay I guess." She answered shyly.
"This is almost 9:30 hours, ain't you late?" Mosha asked her. His first look at her was a confirmation of Zack's statement, 'Small cute girl' and his second look was noticing that she was in uniform.
"Am waiting for my boyfriend. His supposed to give me a lift." Asli responded.
"I see, you're a student huh! being late like this for work would cost the life of your patients." Mosha remarked as he opened the cupboards without even knowing what he was looking for.
"What gives you the right to say such?" She asked him. This time around she wasn't driven crazy by the abs, instead it was Mosha's sarcasm that got her attention.
"I know how it is working in the Health business, every minute counts and you can't afford to be late when needed." He smiled as he spoke.
"What's your name?" Asli asked him curiously.
"My name?"
"Don't try and play damn. What's your name?" She asked again.