My Hijab,Jake and I.

Chapter Twenty one/Adjusting

Jake

I woke up to the alarm blaring and felt an intense urge to throw it against the wall. I felt like shit as sleep again had decided to play a game of hide and seek with me. Only letting itself show at the break of dawn meaning a couple of hours sleep.

Fuck insomnia!!

On the bright side with my new job transfer I do find waking up to work more satisfying since I left teaching big mouthed, cocky teenage boys . The primary school kids are a pleasure to teach. They are all innocent and cute at the moment. So eager to listen and learn.

I get ready by freshening up and changing. My clothes are consists of just sweats, t-shirt and hoodie which I remove when I reach school. Professional but comfortable as I can't stand the typical teacher attire of trousers and iron pressed shirts had enough of that when I was a student . well lucky for me I'm a P.E teacher.

Breakfast consisted of a fruit shake made fresh which I drank on the go. I had a lot going on today. My kids were competing in a footie match with another school. I think I'm more excited than them,for I love teaching them plus this match will prove how far they have come.

I lock up and make my way to my car. Once started up I put on the radio to surf the channels until I come across the calming voice of the Islamic preacher Mishary bin Rashid Al-Afasy

What? Are you shocked?. Well you should be but that's a story for another time.

I start off and my main man Mishary never fails to brighten up my mood. His voice has this calming effect on me and more than once I try to sleep to the sound of his voice. The language is foriegn and when I hear it it reminds me of a certain hazel eyed beauty who would recite these foriegn words in her bedroom. I quickly put the volume on high so I it can override my thoughts.

Satisfied I continue. Hoping one day that I will understand the meaning of these foriegn words and maybe I only then will finally feel complete.

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''Okay listen up you little monsters.''..I look around my little group of humans to see all of them paying attention..Thank you God..such a change from the previous hormonal kids I were teaching.

''Today is our first football match with St Saviours lot..Now I want you to play well and play good. Remember boys and girls that it's not all about winning although it would be nice ...but if we don't then that's fine to...okayyy''.''I finish..looking at each and everyone...waiting.

''Okayyyy Sir''. They all shout out in unison.

I smile at their enthusiasm, satisfied that I got the message through. I want them to enjoy the game and not worry about just winning an I....

''But we will try our best to win sir''. I look across at the young speaker and smile.

Kadin. He reminds me so much of myself I guess that's why I have a soft spot for him. His cute little guy with the most vivid blue eyes. They stand out more due to his olive complexion and black hair.

''Yes Kadin..I want you all to try your best and who knows''. I reply with a smile.

''In sha Allah sir..We can do this sir..Right guys.!''. He replies pumping up his little fist which resulted in the rest of the group joining in.

Damn there he goes dragging me back down memory lane. I too was a confident and very competitive little player. I wonder if he gets it from. I suppose I'll get to meet his parents soon for I see them all coming in and making their way to the bleachers.

I start them off with warm ups and see the opposing team making their way onto the pitch. I reply to the thumbs up from their coach. A woman... who was blatantly checking me out..I smirk..something never change but I keep it professional. This is the new Jake.

I see my kids waving and jumping with excitement when they see their parents or a family member in the crowd. Their laughter is contagious and I join them especially when they come at me one by one pointing out their loved ones.

''Sir..There's my mommy and Abu..I mean dad.'' Kadin cries out excitedly..he pulls at my hand and I crouch eye level and follow his finger. I scan the crowd and what I see knocks the breath out of me. No..What the fuck?

There staring right back at me is a familier pair of eyes. Beautiful hazel eyes. The owner of them has a shocked expression that mirrors mine. Again what the fuck?..I look down at Kadin beaming at me with joy whilst I feel as if my heart is going to explode out of my chest. I quickly recover though I'm chaotic inside and continue not looking again.

I can't think about it now. I need to be professional and carry on. The kids are ready and I quickly scan their faces again to give me a little reassurance. Damn..I feel her eyes on my back but I refuse to give in to the urge to collide mines with hers again.

My body feels as if its surging with an electric current. It's such a weird sensation. I'm so aware of her. Shit Jake..pull yourself together. So what if you've just seen the woman who still haunts you dreams after six fucking long years. So what that she still is God damn beautiful and does crazy things to your heart and body. So what that she is going to fuck with your mind again. Ahhh..fuck.

Then I think back to the calming words I've been taught when the demons in my head comes out to play and recite them. I continue reciting until I feel my body relaxing, my heart feels lighter and a sense of peace comes over me.

I'm ready. Refusing the urge to look again I gather the kids and give them another pep talk before the game. The sense of satisfaction is obvious in my face. They make it so easy. The innocence in their eyes is a sight to behold.

The whistle blows to indicate that it's time and the kids go to take their position, the supportive cheers of the crowd can be heard. I however stand... back straight and wait in the sidelines, never letting my eyes stray away from the pitch.

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