I was not Supposed to Be his ✔️

Chapter 1

Sooner had I stepped into the doorway than I was scrambling to get rid of my wet coat and trainers, let alone my socks.

"Aaaahnn finally" I grumbled with relief

I hate feeling all slimy, sticky.

"Of course, make yourself at home," laughed my best friend Amina ironically.

" As always I "answered her in the same breath

As if by chance, it had to start raining just as I was finishing school. That's when my stomach started to rumble.

" Aminaaa" I said, making my eyes soft

"I know, I know, you're cold, you're soaking wet, and above all, YOU'RE HUNGRY!" she said, knowing me by heart

It was not for nothing that she was my best friend from childhood, try to find better than her, I thought proudly.

"I'm going to make us a croque monsieur with cheese" she warns me, taking off her jacket

" Yeah, you're the best cook, boss Amina," I said cheerfully.

"I admit it, well stop flattering my ego, go change your clothes" she orders me

I give her a big slobbery smack on the cheek to annoy her and run away before she grabs me by the bun.

Amina has never been the touchy-feely type, and it's a treat for me to tease her on that point.

" Do it again, I'll make you some cheesecake as a snack" she threatens me by shouting

BEURKKKKK!!!
I almost shudder, she knows how much I don't like this atrocity, my mother fed me so much of it when I was little that I can't even stand to hear its simple name anymore.

"Don't you dare, or I'll not only give you a slobbery smack, but also a slobbery hug" I threaten her too as I leave the kitchen

When, I enter Amina's room, I steal her black jogging suit. However, I hesitate on the colour of my loose top, I already have a blue dupatta, if I wear blue it will look too much like the ocean and I don't want to end up under water, I opt for black for sure. I like this colour mix.

I go to change in the bathroom and notice that the jogging are too big for me, it's not a big deal in any case what I expected, Amina has always been taller than me and even physically different, she was a redhead with a light skin while I had brown hair with a dark skin. In short, she is Algerian and I am Pakistani, two origins but one heart. She is like a sister to me. What a minute, why am I getting so sentimental all of a sudden?

"You're Bizzare, you know that ?" I say, looking at my reflection in the mirror

I hope I'm not the only one talking to my solo reflection, otherwise it would be even stranger.

I go downstairs to join Amina in the kitchen when I can smell the cheese caressing my nostrils. I can never get enough of food.

"Amina you know..." I cut myself off when I saw the atrocity she was holding in her hands

C-H-E-E-S-E-C-A-K-E !!!!!!!

" Aminaaa why wasn't I a faithful friend since childhood, wasn't I supported against all odds! ???? Why are you betraying me now and I betrayed you when we... Here we are, in the first grade you accused Ryan of stealing the calf batter from the teacher when it was you, I never said anything? Are you betraying me? Aren't you? Soon you'll be replacing me ! " I say desperately

I'm very sensitive by nature, more so when it comes to food, I never imagined my best friend would use my weak spot to take revenge like that.

" Azra..." sighs my best friend, stamping her feet