Forced To Marry The Heartless Badboy ✔︎

02|Friend...or...Foe

Yasmine's POV

"Come on, come on!" I urged my Baba's car as I drove closer and closer to the school. Driving my siblings to school on the first day wasn't a great idea. Eyad kept crying the whole way to the school and refused to go inside. Zaher would have gone to school in his PJs if I didn't instruct him to change. Mazen was too eager to get to high school since it was his first year that he didn't even wait for me.

Five minutes later, in the parking lot, I try to smooth the wrinkles on my vintage Pleated long skirt as I adjusted it. My white long sleeve top was in excellent condition; however, it was old and a little worn. Not the ideal attire to a prime highschool, but it would have to do. I have been wearing my beige hijab for the last week or so, but it still smelled clean.

I still had a chance not to be late for my first day back after spring break. I needed to keep my perfect record, which I did. But I knew that my excellent grades, spotless record, my religion were probably the causes of my lack of popularity. I mean, I didn't particularly mind that people said cruel things about me, both behind my back and to my face, but it was a bit of a bummer not having anyone there to stick up for me. Or even talk civilly to me. That was all I prayed for.

Oh Allah surround me with those who remind me of you who elevate my eman and will hold my hand all the way to jannah

I knew that there was a new boy starting today, but I didn't have high hopes for him. He was related to Omar Faris; enough said.

Omar Faris was the rebel of the school, the bad boy. Of course, he was the most sensual guy in the world, and every girl in school would drool all over him. The mere mention of his name would send them on a troll for him.

I was one of the few girls that didn't mind him. His stunning grey eyes, strange silky black hair and shocking muscles did nothing for me at all. Sure, he was gorgeous, and I am not afraid to admit that, but you should never judge a book by its cover and I knew what was behind the cover: a sinner. But I seemed to be the only girl in Santa Maria High that could see this. Or the only one that cared. It was a good thing that I hated the guy, though, because he sure hated me. That much had been made distinct several times, the most recent just two days before we broke up for spring break.

I sighed as I entered the school gates. I always park in the space furthest away from the school. I held my heavy bag and made my way to the hallway.

I flopped down in my seat just before the bell rang. Alhamdulillah. I dug through my bag and pulled out my battered paperback copy of 'East of Eden' before settling down to read throughout schedule. It was lucky my tutor was an English Lit teacher.

Just a few minutes after me, Mrs Smith came through the door. "Morning class. Settle down please." There was no change in the noise level. Mrs Smith took a deep breath and yelled, "Shut up!"

Everyone fell quiet.

"Thank you," Mrs Smith said. I ignored her and stuck my nose back in my book. I was so absorbed that I didn't notice the unnatural silence that accompanied the door to the classroom creaking open and then shutting.