A Diamond in Islam | (Published) ✔

{9} Adorable Anger

Damon Winters

I was walking towards my locker when a voice stopped me.

"Damon Winters!" she yelled.

I felt a smile creep its way onto my lips. I turned around to face her. "Yes?"

"You're such a jerk. You know that?" she glared.

I had teased Amira too much during English. "It's okay, sweetheart. We all have those moments," I winked.

Her glare became even more intense. If looks could kill, I would be dead by now. "Moments? You just teased me for the whole hour! And they were all about my handwriting. I told you it gets worse the longer I have to write!" she huffed.

I laughed even harder.

Amira looked confused as hell. "What?" she asked, placing her hand on her hip.

"I can't take you seriously. You look adorable when you're mad."

She rolled her eyes. "Bye, Damon."

"No! Wait! Amira, come back!" I called out, but she already walked away.

I shook my head. That girl was something else, whether it was good or not, I still hadn't decided. We had gotten closer over the days, finding similar interests among each other. We still didn't talk about religion as much because it was a sore topic for the both of us. I wasn't sure if I could let myself trust another Muslim again, but Amira definitely made me doubt my previous inhibitions.

She had given me no reason to fear her. My guard was still up in case she did, and I refused to allow her to crumble my walls through her kindness and generosity. She hadn't judged me when I told her about my father's gambling addiction nor had she spread rumors to me. Instead, Amira confronted the inner demon that lurked inside, desperate to find answers to her unanswered questions.

I wasn't sure if I was ready to share that part of my life yet. Not until I knew the past wouldn't repeat itself.

"Yo, Damon!"

I closed my locker and found Tye walking down the hall towards me. He was one of my new friends at this school. Coming from a Japanese family, his parents were quite strict, especially when my mysterious rumors had whispered into their ears about that 'fight.'

I wasn't even sure if 'fight' was the correct term. It was a piercing betrayal, deliberate and concise. He meticulously planned for those guys to jump me. He wanted to see me suffer.

My abdomen churned painfully at the thought.

"Hey, man," I greeted, tying to ease my tense mind.

"Why are you so busy all of a sudden? Always on that phone of yours I see," he asked, wiggling in brows in suggestion.

I had been spending a lot of time talking to Amira on Google chat. I couldn't ever get bored of her. Every conversation was a window to her world, every conversation was a door to her heart, and every conversation was different. Slowly, I felt as if I was being pulled to her through an invisible string. She was alluring like a goddess form all those mythology books, the ones who lured men with their beauty only to crush their hearts in the end.

I still had doubts about her.

"Nope, just this one girl."

"Who?"

"This girl," I simply replied, not wanting to dwell on the subject any longer. "What brings you to my locker, anyway?"

"So, me and the guys are heading over to Jacob's place to play Call of Duty. Wanna come?"