MARINA

Chapter 04

Chapter 04

I rushed to my class. It was already getting late. My legs took me all the way down the hall, through my locker, to my first period class. I grabbed my books tightly in my arms that seemed to keep slipping all the way there. I wasn't going to wait even for a second because—let's be honest—I cannot afford any late-mark records.

I made it to my class and realized everybody else was walking in coolly like it was no big deal. I—on the other hand—was huffing and puffing my way in. "Took you long enough, hideous geek" Someone commented while I passed through a few benches. SO, I wouldn't be judging them but this wasn't exactly a high school. We were in college and we are supposed to maintain a certain kind of standard. It's a shame most of us have brains that of 5 year olds. I didn't turn around nor did I bother to find out who it was. I just slipped in my seat and dropped my bag on my desk, sighing.

"Yo!" I thought I was finally able to breathe when someone butted in scaring me, yet again. I yelped—but not too loudly. "Pfft," Saira pouted at my reaction. Should have expected her to do that sooner or later.

"Seriously," I put a face palm, "Stop. Doing. That."

"You're no fun, well, good morning?" She said sitting behind my desk.

"Assalamalaikum," I replied, rummaging through my books. I found the first period's book and placed it neatly on my desk, pushing away the bag.

"Walaikum" She replied, bored.

"You know," I said turning around, "It wouldn't hurt you to say the entire word" I wanted it to come out sweetly, but it sounded pretty rude—even to me.

"WALAIKUM-AS-SALAM-WA-RAHMATULLAHI-WA-BARAKATUH" She said—a little louder—much to my annoyance—rolling her eyes, "Well, happy?"

(Greetings in Arabic)

"Definitely." I replied. I wanted to roll my eyes too, but what she replied with was a really good thing, so I stopped myself from showing any kind of annoyance.

"If you're done, angel, I was really looking forward to sharing a few stuff with you," She told me.

"Really? What is it?" I asked, ignoring the part where she stressed on angel.

"I know you're not going to judge or anything, and I don't really care anyways but—look" She took her cellphone and tapped on the screen. A picture popped up.

"Whose house is this?" I asked.

"Students from our college—boys to be precise—reside here," she started, "There was a party last night, and I had to attend it to maintain my repute."

"Oh," I simply stated.

She started scrolling through the pictures, "You have no idea. I found my ex man over there last night, oh em gee, I had to get my revenge! You know I didn't find anyone so I walked over to Zayn, my only close buddy and kissed him straight on the lips"

"You...what?" Normally, I wouldn't care. But suddenly, I was interested.

"I kissed him," She replied, "I thought I liked Zayn all these years, but I didn't. I didn't feel one effing spark in me I only felt dryness. But that's not the point here..." She said. She showed me the pictures of her ex from last night.

She continued how her ex, Ryan, had looked at them with jealousy in his eyes. She was laughing continuously explaining how relieved she felt after having watched such a priceless face. She also put on an act where she dragged Zayn upstairs to his room and pretended to do 'stuff', in reality gossiping in there for an hour or so. They came back down just to find a wasted Ryan lying down on the floor. Saira sure avenged herself, the hard way. Guys must watch out if they were to mess with this lady. I controlled my laughter when she showed me the picture of Ryan lying on the floor. It was uploaded online already and there were a lot of likes and comments on it. Poor guy.