Twist Of Luck

chapter twenty-seven

I updated this chapter three days ago but something is wrong with my wattpad.. I had to delete and upload again.

Layla's POV

The econometrics lecturer passed the test script out and smiled furrowing his eyes at me. I turned back to be sure i wasn't the one he was staring at but oopz i was, i shifted my gaze to the green note on my desk. Did i fail the test?. Ofcourse not, i am sure i did my best.

Concentrating on my studies and coming out with the best grades is my priority now. I haven't totally forgotten about sulayman but my parents had told me that abbi got a slot from a new firm he his doing his business with. If i do well, i would go to canada for my msc.

The blond girl in front of me dropped my script on the table, distracting me from my thoughts. "Take yours."

I smiled at her kind gestures "thanks" but she rolled her eyes giving me a smug look. I bored my eyes into her back wondering why she must have done that.

Does she recognise me?!

Mr ismaeel cleared his throat roughly, brushing his beards with his thumb and index finger. "It is unbelievable that the new student who joined my class two weeks ago had the best score." He began to say and it was then i looked down on my script and saw a perfect 98 inscribed on it. I gasped in happiness and said a silent Alhamdulilah.

I looked up at him,he gave me a warm smile which made me breath relief. "Today we would do some revision..." He continued, pacing the front of the class. "Layla stand up". He commanded.

The smile on my face dissapeared "What!" I said unconsciously, narrowing my eyes.

The whole class turned to me and i stared around my mates looking at me smugly and some just turned because they saw everyone turning towards me.

Safiah that's sitted beside my desk in blue scarf hit my arm lightly smiling widely at me. i have not made friends yet but safia is very nice to me, she has a soft heart. Two days ago, she dropped a small basket of fruits on my table and wrote ramadan Kareem in a sticker note. She also did the same for the other muslimahs in the class.
She reminds me of tamara, she's exactly like her with almost everything but i noticed safia doesn't wear the hijab everyday. Sometimes she keeps her hair flying and other times she wraps it in a head scarf.

"Ya Allah i dont want this attention!" My brain screamed.

I smiled back at safiah, stood up slowly, glanced at mr ismaeel quickly and fixed my gaze on the white board, i dont want my eyes to wander about.

He smirks "You. . . and Alfred here" he pointed to a black boy with a low cut sitting at the front row of the class. ". . . are going to do the revision while i sit like a student" he winked, taking a slow step to an empty sit on the first row.

Omg what's he trying to do?!

Mr ismaeel is just going to create enemies for me. I have been challenged by one or two girls who know about sulayman. Sulayman is a popular gig and bluzy is well known in most schools in the south, east or north because of his sport figure. I know i can't totally escape his fans but baba told me to act like i know nothing when people come to me. Most times i feel scared when some lecturers call my full name, i dont want it to ring a bell in anyones head. Every concerned people still think i am locked at home. its more convincing for people not to put too much attention on me.

After my two tiring lectures, I waited at the park for Aliyah to join me, I was sitting on a wooden bench under the big citrus tree. I cross my leg as I change my position of sitting. I rolled my sleeves to check the time the 7th time in about 40minutes. Aliyah is done with lectures but she unexpectedly had some projects to finish at the laboratory.