Not My Boyfriend

7. Topic of Gossip

7. Topic of Gossip

Mohamed glowered in fury as he watched the girl walk away from him. He could not believe that the entire school was already planning on bring popcorn to laugh at him. No one could believe that the School President had been challenged by a little girl.

He had a meeting after school that he now had to cancel. The last thing that he wanted was to be the made a mockery of. He had asked the diaspora girl to leave him alone.

This girl was trouble, and he wanted no part of someone like that. Mohamed was always very busy. He had his school activities; he was the number one student at the school, so he needed to study in order to stay that way, so he had no time for a girl. Especially for any girl that knew Hassan. He wanted nothing to do with his disgraceful half-brother.

Already it was bad enough that his father and half-siblings had invaded his house. He understood that his father wanted to keep an eye on him, but he did not understand why they were all in his house. If his mother was still alive than then his father never would have moved here. Just because his mother had died two months ago, suddenly, he had a new family. It was ridiculous. Why could his father not get his own house?

Last night, his father had forced them to eat dinner together, but it had been a disaster and in the end, everyone had walked away.

Where did that girl go? Could she have left the locker room that quickly? He almost sighed as he went to search for her.

He had a bad feeling that night that he met Mulki. Now the bad feeling had taken form and was laughing at him. Mohamed wanted to announce that he refused to meet that diaspora girl after school, but he knew that would only make the students gossip more.

Mohamed needed to get her to agree with him.

Mulki could not wait for gym class to finish. As soon as it finished, she was the first one out. She was walking down the hallway, trying to find her next class, when she was yanked into an empty classroom.

"Let go of me." Her protest died on her lips when she saw Mohamed. Mulki was so shocked that he had followed her and that he looked so angry that she considered finding a place to hide. What was the matter?

He glared at her. "What do you want from me?" His deep voice dripping with venom.

Mulki was unsure on what to say. She stepped back and nearly tripped on the chair behind her. "I don't want anything from you. Let me out of here."

He refused to move away from the classroom door.

Mulki did not notice before that not only was Mohamed taller than her, but he was also stronger. She probably could not push him away from the door.

She would have to get him to move. "What did I do? You won the race. Did you come here to make fun of me?"

"How ridiculous is that?" Mohamed frowned. "When you are the one including me in your spectacle?"

"My what? Oh- you mean the race?" Mulki asked. She felt really lost and confused. She understood why she was upset but what did that have to do with him? She really did not need this. Already her day was not working out.

Mohamed stepped forward. "Already everyone is gossiping about us. Do you not have any shame?"

Mulki flinched at his words. "What did you say?"

"I understand that reputation is not important to everyone, but it is important to me. I am the School President. I am sure that someone like you cannot understand. But I would prefer to not be the topic of gossip. Wouldn't you?"

Topic of gossip? Why would anyone want to gossip about this? Didn't people have better things to do then talk about them?

Mulki blinked. "I don't understand. Why does it matter? I just want a re-match. It is not a big deal. We already raced before. What is the difference?"

"The difference is that the entire school will be watching not just our class. It is not the same thing. It is better if you accept your defeat. A re-match is not necessary."

"It is the same thing." She was getting frustrated. "Why would anyone even stay after school to watch us?"

Why was he making this into a big deal? It was just a race. Sure, she hated having everyone stare at her, but she could not let this go. She did not know why, but it was important to her. She wanted to prove him wrong, so badly; she knew that she should let this go. Maybe even ask Faisa's opinion. Faisa would know what to do. Yet, right now in this moment, she wanted nothing more than to wipe that arrogant look from his face. She did not care how she had to do it, but she was determined to win.

"No one will stay after school to watch you; they will stay to watch me." He stated.

"Sure." Mulki did not believe him. "I am still going to win."

"Diaspora, you will lose again and do not say that I did not warn you."

"Stop calling me that. My name is Mulki. Mul-ki!" Mulki put her hands on her hips, "I don't see why I should care if people are gossiping about me. I don't even know who they are. Besides, I will not lose. I will win. I don't care if the whole school sees that."

"Everyone should not see everything." Mohamed said sharply.

"Move out of my way, Mohamed." Mulki wanted to leave.

His eyes were blazing and he did not speak.

Mulki felt her nerves start to fray, the longer that he did not speak. He did not move an inch.

Finally, his eyes become cold as ice than he opened the door and slammed it behind him.