Amal's POV
I sit at the balcony in front of the faculty impatiently waiting for Jason to finish his class, I had finished mine 30 minutes ago and I am starving... I am dangerous when I am hungry, the people walking back and forth started looking like chicken fajita... damn
Fat cow ... my conscience being so rude.My phone buzzes and I checked to see an unfamiliar number...
"Salam..." I answered..."Wa alaiki salam... Amal? It's Jasmine..." I heard the familiar bubbly voice...ahhh the girl with the Jordans...
"Hey Jasmine!! How have you been?"
"I'm sorry I didn't call you sooner... family emergency..." she said... I remembered the phone call she received and her expression clearly showed concern
"I understand.... are you okay thou?...I mean if you ever want to talk, Jason said I have a PhD in listening and sometimes advising..." I offered, hoping not to sound like a crazy person... I mean she did just meet me like 3 days ago...once...I could be a serial killer.
Shit SHE could be a serious killer... and my eyes widened
"I think i would love that..." I heard her sigh.. "where are you?"
"School...I have been waiting for Jason but he just texted that he had another hour of classes..." I make a mental note to strangle him after... for keeping me waiting.
"I am close by... could I pick you up? We can have lunch." She offered and I think my stomach growled in agreement.
I heard a honk of a car behind me and when I turned... I almost fell from the slab. It was a freaking Mercedes Benz AMG wagon...
Before you ask... German cars....
yeah... what my conscience saidThen I realized something... air Jordan's, latest iPhone, and now an AMG..... who is this girl?
She waves from the car beaming... I got in the car and she drives off
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A black rose in the desert
RomanceSome people find true love easy, some people battle endlessly to find it, some give up, and some never do at all. Being Black and Nigerian in an Arab country wasn't so bad for Amal. But when one of the richest bachelor there sets his eyes on her...