Trouble St.

Chapter 23 ------------------- Problem solved or Problem created

"Look, about what happened--" I was quickly cut off.

"No need to talk about it. It's ok, it's all in the past now." He gave a small smile. No, i needed to tell him just incase it happened again. This was all my fault actually, i never really told Alfred about the whole opposite gender thing in Islam.

"Oh ok but just so you know. I'm not allowed to touch nor date anybody from the opposite gender, it's not allowed in Islam. So im sorry if i didn't explain it to you before." This time i actually looked up and Alfred looked... sad. I stared at him but he didn't look at me instead he looked down just lik ei was doing a minute ago.

"Its no problem. Friends again?" Alfred concluded. I slightly nodded as i examined him. I seemed upset for some reason.

"Friends." I declared. I smiled to his direction and smiled back but it was weak. There was something i needed to ask Alfred too, something i couldn'tstop myself from saying.

"Alfred, why do and James hate each other so bad?" He flinched as i said this. Something was definitely wrong.

"Trust me, it's something really dumb. No need to worry about it." He reassured. Why do they always dodge this question. I felt myself grow impatient with the lack of answers. Fine, if they didn't tell me then i'll go find out myself.

After Zay and Ann came back from toilet, i found Zaynab's hair in a totally different style than it was before she left.

"So you did your hair?" Alfred asked Zay and she nodded sheepishly.

"Really, well i can't believe it took you that long." I shot at my two friends standing in front of me.

"Well i like to give my hair time." Zay counteracted and Ann nodded. They had grins on their faces as they looked at me with those crazy eyes. It was obvious she wasn't actually talking about her hair.

"Your hair doesn't need time. It was already good and it doesn't need fixing up."

"Oh yes it does." Ann replied with a smirk. Oh dear friends, run now before i kill you. I only sighed not wanting to continue this indirect argument. Alfred was looked at us with a confused look on his face. I wouldn't blame him, we were fighting over Zay's hair apparently.

I quickly shot up from my seat making an excuse to leave. I didn't feel like staying anymore. I said bye to all my friends and headed home. I solved most of my problems in just one day but why did i still have a bad feeling about everything? It was a feeling that ate my up inside and made me feel more worried by the second. Ya Allah. I finally arrived home and dropped myself down on the sofa.

"As-salamu alyakum!" I yelled from the living room. Out of no-where, Abdul appeared and also sat down on the sofa.

"Why so lazy today?" I asked.

"Lazy? You trying being Sarah's freaking assistant for the day." I laughed at his comment. What did he get himself into now?