(Anabia:14 years old, Huzaifa: 16 years old)
(Huzaifa's pov)
I open the heavy wooden door, stepping into the apartment as the coolness of the air conditioning hits me and shut it behind me.
"Assalamualaikum." I mutter and set my shoes on the rack behind the door.
"Waalaikumusalam Huzaifa. How was your day?" My mother asks from the kitchen.
"Fine." I say. I'm not mentioning anything about that girl.
"Well if you haven't eaten already then there's rice in the fridge." She calls as I walk down the corridor and into my room. Shutting the door, I collapse onto my bed and close my eyes. What in the world was I thinking? Why did I grab her arm? Groaning I place my hand on my forhead trying to calm myself down. I didn't know why but everytime I felt her moving behind me my heart kept beating faster. Was I running a fever? No my temprature's normal. So what is it? I hate her. I don't want to deal with her. So why is it that everytime I close my eyes all I can see are those flustered cheeks and deep- I open my eyes now smashing my head against the pilllow. What am I thinking? Come on I'm a muslim. I have a whole life ahead of me before I start thinking about stuff like this. Curse these Year 9 biology lessons! Sighing I pull off my socks and throw them in the laundry bin that stood next to the dressing table. Better start studying for tomorrow I think and drag myself to my desk lifting the pen off the table and opening my chemistry book. As I look down onto the page all I could do was sit there and read, my devotion to study completely gone. I take my pen and start doodling on the edge of a plain sheet of paper. What was I doing? I scribble the letters and then look back at my text book. Come on concentrate. What are you doing? Staring at the text I try my best to continue reading. However, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't concentrate. Sighing I get up and walk out the room and into the kitchen. May as well eat something. I grab the tray of rice out of the fridge and scoop some into a plate. As I put the plate in the microwave to heat it up, the sound of someone running in makes me jump and I drop the spoon on the floor.
"Oh sorry Huzaifa! Didn't know you were here." Reena says and picks the spoon off the floor and offers it to me. Everything that happened in the bookstore came back to me as I remember offering her the book that she had dropped. Shaking my head I grab the spoon from her and turn around to take the plate out of the microwave.
"Uh thanks Reena." I mutter and make my way towards the dining table. Why was I remembering such things now? It was a stupid thing to ever help her. What if she got the wrong idea? Forget it. She wouldn't care less anyways. Ughh I did it again. I keep thinking about her. I need to focus on my studies. I start eating the rice taking a mouthful each time. Better hurry up and finish writing down those notes.
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I walk out the door and into the elevator to go to school. Last night I had barely slept because I was studying for so long. Pressing the "G" button on the panel I wait for it to reach the ground floor. What was I going to do if I couldn't stay awake in the exam? I shouldn't worry too much. I had studied everything Sir had told us to and prayed for good results. So I guess it's all in God's Hands now. I walk out of the elevator door and into the early morning warmth of the bright sun. Ahh. What a lovely day. I continue making my way towards the school building until I reach the side gates of the school. Walking in, the sudden coolness of the air conditioning hits my face as I trudge up the stairs and down the corridor to my tutor class.
"Huzaifa what's up?" Says Easa as he raps an arm around my shoulders. "Sleep well last night?"
"Can't reall say I did. What about you?" I reply as we continue to walk towards our classroom.
"I guess I slept okay. The exam is today so I tried to cram in some extra studying. Guess you probably pulled a late nighter again right?" He says smiling.
"Yeah. I couldn't concentrate after I got back so I had to take a break."
"Man if I had known taking you with me to the store would cause you such problems I wouldn't have asked. Ya sure it's not 'cause of that girl we saw over there? It was like you knew her or something" I shake my head now letting his arms slide off my shoulders.
"Forget it. What would she have anything to do with me? I don't involve myself in stuff like that." I say and walk into the classroom girpping onto the handle of my bag.
"Good morning sir." I say briskly and walk towards my desk setting down my bag beside it.
"Good morning Huzaifa." Sir replies as I sit on the chair. Easa sits down beside me as I start taking out my notes and text book.
"Hey Huzaifa if there's something wrong you can always talk to me you know." He says as he takes out his books. "Your not always open when something's bothering you so it's best if you start talking to someone about it." I look at him now, as he stares back now smiling, the messy mob of curly hair sitting on his head. I smile back and continue to look through the pages of my notebook.
"It's fine. I'm okay." I reply. Even if I could tell him everything there'd be no point. It was my problems to solve alone. Besides it was just one girl. Ignoring her should be enough to make sure she doesn't get involved with me anymore. Keeping my distant is the best thing I can do for now. I look at the blank screen on the wall as Easa's words come back to me. If there's something wrong you can always talk to me you know. Can I trust anyone like that again?
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Moon's note. Ciao everyone! Hope you guys doing well. This chapter... I dunno what to say about it so give me your opinions in the coment section. I guess I want a way to communicate to my readrs and see if they want me to add anything in the story or not. Anyways I hoped you enjoyed it and will continue to read on till the very end. Thank you everyone for reading this, it makes my heart swell up to think that there are many people around the world who like reading this story T^T. Hope to see you all next week. Ci vediamo amiche! :)
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