Hoejabi or Hijabi?

David's boat party.

When we came out of the taxi all you could hear was the sound of bass. We walked down a sturdy plank and stepped onto the boat and saw a ray of people with cocktails, swaying their heads to the beat of the music. Nadia almost instantly saw Khaliil and ran up to kiss him on the mouth, and as she kissed him, he slid both his arms around her waist and down to her butt. I never really liked it when they did that sort of stuff in front of me, it kinda creeped me out but nonetheless I followed her to him and when she whispered something to him he beamed at me as if he'd never seen me before in his life .

He slightly pulled away from Nadia and came over to my side, embracing me like he would one of his homies, like a slight gesture that I'm merely his sister and always will be. Khaliil then took hold of my shoulders and told me 'Jamz you know Danyaal yh? Well he's a cousin of mine from Birmingham and he's not really on this scene if you get me because it's his first time but I'm sure you guys will be good buddies'

and then he started laughing. Khaliil brought himself together by ruffling his hair and kissed Nadia on the cheek, and he ran inside the crowd just so he could locate where this so-called cousin was.

While Khaliil went, I sat on one of stools and asked for a cocktail. Nadia however, decided to collect a lot of shot glasses and down the lot one after the other and I quickly stopped her from getting out of control. The guy who hosted the party, David, came in and everyone started shouting for him. As I looked closer I realised who he was, he used to be in the same math class as me when we were 13. He still had the coffee complexion and a slightly flat nose and that pearly white smile, that was strangely contagious and made anyone that was there smile too. He caught sight of me and twitched his eyebrow slightly. He then went over with his entourage and looked back at them and they automatically backed away. He ignored the many girls that tried to dance onto him as he made his way through the crowd and as soon as he got to the bar he swung around the little stool and started to chat me up. I knew what kind of game he was playing so I had to remind him who I was.
'Yo pretty lady, wag1'
'Hi david'
'So who did you come with?'
'So how's alexis?'
' Really Jamz? I broke up with that thing after she gave head to my manz'
'Ok'
'And I've seen that you have matured'
' Yeah that usually happens after puberty'
' Really Jamz ? I'm the birthday boy and you owe me a kiss'
' fam I haven't seen you in years and that's what you have to say to me?'
His smile went and he started to fidget.

'Look Jamz, stop acting all stoosh, I just wanted to talk to you, I wanted to get to know you again, not the dorky scarfed girl we all knew in school'
My blood boiled and I was getting annoyed with his sneak disses, so I stood up and shouted:
'Look at least I PASSED blud'
I walked off through the crowd, and wanted to go to the toilet, where I would sit there and just wait for the time to pass. There was a long line for the toilets so I sat against the wall and just dazed into space and watching everyone getting tipsy and kissing on each other.

While I was lost in my train of thoughts, someone sat next to me. I glanced down and saw there shoes. It was a guy. I didn't bother looking and just rolled my eyes, and after some time, he decided to awkwardly make conversation.
' So.... You enjoying this party?'

I hesitated and stayed quiet for a while, but something came over me and before I could stop myself I replied with everything that was going through my mind.

' I always thought parties were my thing you know, the whole sneaking out and being this good girl by day and bad b*tch by night would somehow be worth it all but I guess this scene is too much for me, just sleeping around with anybody and getting pissed until you don't know who you are is really repititive. This is my 4th party and I'm sick of it.'

I started pulling my fake nails off.

'I don't even like being touched up and getting flirted with............ although I have to admit the first few times it made me feel giggly, but as time went on, I realised the more time I spent on myself and outlined my assets, the more guys swarmed to me.'

I sighed deeply.

' and it felt demeaning. '

Instead of making conversation in which I would inevtiably embarass myself, I stood up, tied my hair into a messy bun and looked at my phone. It was just 11:20. As I looked at the notifications on my phone, I quietly said
'I'm just going to go home, sorry for wasting your time.'
As soon as I turned away, the guy held my arm and twisted my body so I could see him. The first thing I saw was that he had an afro, his hair on the sides were faded and his hairline was perfect. He had a light complexion and deep brown eyes. His nose seemed to have a low hook, which fitted in with his face structure. What suprised me the most was that was he had a beard and it made him look smart. Although he wore what most of the guys did, he had this smile in his eyes and that highlighted his dimples. I instantly found him attractive but because of that I got shy. He let go of my arm and felt my palm, his thumb made an outline of my knuckles and also my nails, although it had bits of severed glue on them. When he came to look up at me, he bit his lips and I made a sour face in return, and then I shook his hold on my palm off. Before the awkward vibes would start to kick in, I decided to go. With that I put my phone in my bag, put my heels back on and walked slowly, so I didn't step on anything that looked dodgy. While I was walking, I could sense he was right behind me.

Suddenly, when I was about to grab my coat and head off, a particularly popular overrated song came on and everyone started screaming, the music overwhelmed my ears, which caused me to put my hands over my ears and I walked on without my things but as I did that I did not pay attention to my surroundings and I fell onto my stomach. I kneeled and some people were looking at me weirdly. As I stood up holding my stomach, I saw that mysterious guy with my things, smiling and waiting there, like he wanted to see me off. I took a few strides and tried to thank him but he couldn't hear me, so I had to scream in his ears ' THANK YOU !!!'

He smiled and mouthed ' Lets go' and as I followed him outside I put my coat on and grabbed onto my bag. I asked who he was and he played around with his car keys fiddling it for a minute or two and started to snigger a little. After that he sighed and said ' Well I'm not from these ends, I live in Birmingham' It then hit me. 'Your Danyaal right?' He smiled and replied in a mild sarcastic tone 'Khaliil was right, you do pay attention to detail, well done' and he clapped his hands together. I was beginning not to like him. As soon as we got to his car, he opened the door for me and I got in, sitting on the cold leather of the seat and then when he came in, everything that I didn't want, happened.