Adam attacked Zafir because of me? What, that doesn't even make sense. I told him to be softer on Zafir since he was nervous and all but instead he attacks him.
"My mom said she's on her way." Ifrah says, sitting besides me on the bench.
"Okay." I look up at her smiling.
"That was crazy." Ifrah says. "What did Zafir say to you?"
I shrug my shoulders. "Adam doesn't like that fact Zafir and I are friends." I scoff.
He acts like he owns me. 'Stop hanging out with him.' His not my mom.
"Maybe he gets jealous." Ifrah shrugs.
I grimace. Ifrah acts like me and Adam are more than friends. We aren't. I'm even considering to never speak to him anymore.
"Don't confuse anger issues with jealously." I say, which was true. Adam has an anger problem that he really needs to fix.
Ifrah nods. "Why are you guys friends?" Ifrah ask.
My mind knew the answer, but I wanted to keep that to myself so I just shrug my shoulders.
"Don't know really."
"What are you planning to do?"
"Me? Maybe.. just ignore him. I mean it's not like I'll ever see him again after highschool is over." I try to say carelessly, but something deep down in me felt sad at the idea I will never see Adam, but I quickly brush that off. I won't see anyone from high school in the future. Adam included.
We hear a loud honk from afar and we both stand up. Shire was here, waiting for us. Once we got into the car she drives us home.
"How was the game?" Shire ask.
"Interesting." Ifrah says, eyeing me.
"Definitely." I agreed.
~×~
I was dreading the fact that I had to go to school because it would mean I'll have to try extra hard to not speak to Adam. And it'd mean Zafir will tense up whenever I'm near him. It's like his afraid of me. Ifrah called me last night, talking about how one of her class changed which means we now both have lunch and math together. I forgot that Ifrah was also a math nerd like me.
I almost forgot that Abdul was now living with us. I always would put a hijab on and appreciate clothes. I didn't have to, but I felt more comfortable that way. And it was a big change for me. To wearing tanktops and shorts to wearing hijabs and long shirts with sweatpants indoors. I was slowly getting use to it.
But Abdul living with us was literally on the last thing on my mind. Adam was the only thing I've been thinking about so far.
Last night he had called me nearly six times. I thought that after the fouth time he'd call me I would answer but luckily I didn't. Since calling me didn't work he also texted me, but I kept deleting his messages. Apart of me is so proud of myself, and the other part of me is wondering what Adam was thinking/doing right now. And why did he need to contact me.
"Sofia it's seven! Wake up Abeera." My mother shouts loudly from downstairs.
"Okay!" I say from the bathroom, trying to tie my hair in a bun.
I went to Abeera's room, noticing how peaceful she looked. She was in her pink pajamas that had small ponies on them. Aw.
I slowly took her pillow out and started wacking her with it like she did to me once.
"Wake up you rascal!" I laugh.
Abeera yells, and jumps up from her bed. "I'm gonna kill you Sofia!" She shouts. Her hair was literally all over the place.
"Na-na!" I stick my tongue out, and ran downstairs.
Abdul wasn't their luckily.
"Sofia!" I hear Abeera shout from upstairs. I started laughing even harder.
"Sofia stop making loud noises!" My mother hisses from the kitchen.
"She's the one shouting-"
"Oh my.. Abeera! Your hair! Go to the bathroom and fix it now! You only have twenty minutes." My mother gasps.
It felt good to have things go back to normal for a second but than I hear footsteps getting louder each second.
"Asalamu alakum." Abdul walks in on us. He gives my mother a small hug and a kiss.
I try my best not to grimace at the two. And luckily I didn't.
"Sofia, Abeera." Abdul greets us.
"Hi." Abeera squeaks. She was awfully shy around Abdul. While I on the other hand felt nothing but betrayal for an odd reason.
I nod to him as my way of greeting him back. I grab my hijab and ran upstairs. That was the first time Abdul has seen me without my hijab..and let's just say I felt naked.
Once I got downstairs Abeera was already dressed from head to toe. Of course she still isn't wearing the hijab yet, she'll wear it when she's ready.
"Let's go." I say to Abeera. She follows behind me.
"Bye girls." Abdul says and I turn to look back at him.
I ran out the door with Abeera.
"Did he just say girls?" Me and Abeera both say at the same time.
Once the bus finally stopped at Ifrah's stop I change my seat and sat with her.
"Want me to walk you to your locker when we get there?" Ifrah ask.
"Yes please. It'll be so awkward seeing Adam there." I sigh, resting my head on her shoulder.
"Do you miss him?" Ifrah ask.
"Miss Adam?" I questioned.
Ifrah shakes her head. "You know who." She says.
My heart stops for a moment. She was referring to Tarik.
Me and Tarik went way back. I guess since I was seven? We we're both seven at the time, we lived right next to each other. At first it was a simple hi, and hey when we we're young. I'd come over to his house to see his older sister, and such. But honestly I just wanted to have fun with him. He would always make me happy whenever I felt down, and he was by my side when my father died. When we turned thirteen we always talked, he was my best friend at the time. That's when we met Ifrah, so it was kinda just us three. And others but I forgot them. When middle school was over he told me he had a crush on me. I told him the same. So we continued to hang out. We never dated each other or anything like that, though we both confessed our feelings for one another. In ninth grade he started acting way different, he wanted to be popular. Or whatever that means. Ifrah moved so I was competently alone. But Mira and I chatted more to each other. But she wasn't like them. She wasn't like Tarik or Ifrah. We we're nothing alike, but we made our friendship still work. Then one time.. Tarik was dared by one of his friends to take my hiajb off. And at the time we weren't really friends, he ignored me just to fit in. It was at the cafeteria when it happened, I was waiting in line and noticed a bunch of people behind me with there phones out. At first I thought nothing of it, but than I felt a hand pulling my hijab down. People starting laughing and others started getting pissed at how our school didn't give Tarik any punishment. I still remember the look of regret in his eyes, but that meant nothing to me anymore. At the time it did. I would try to give Tarik an excuse to why he did it, because in ninth grade I was still crushing on him. So of course I would think he had a perfectly good reason on pulling my hijab down and embarrassing me in front of people. Every since then Tarik kept apologizing and he even stopped hanging out with all the popular kids. I will never forgive him, he was my childhood friend and he totally did the unexpected. So when ninth grade was ending Tarik told me in the halls he was moving, I told him I didn't care though I was heart broken. He told me he'll go to a different school since I didn't want him here. I was even more mad at him when he just walked out on my life.
I guess I am just surprised that Ifrah even brought him up. Ifrah knew what Tarik did because people recorded it and posted it online. And I'm guessing she doesn't like Tarik as well.
"Nope. Do you?" I sigh, giving her an uneven look.
Ifrah shrugs her shoulder. "It's crazy how that all happened in ninth grade, and we never got in touch with him."
She made it sound like I didn't have a reason for not speaking to him. "Well I'll never forgive him." I say standing up once the bus parked in front of the school.
I frown as more memories of me and Tarik started playing in my head.
"You do miss him." Ifrah says slowly. I nod as she hugged me tightly. It was unnecessary, but it sure made me feel whole again.
"It's been almost three years without him." I say emotionless. Ifrah remands silent on my behalf, and we continue to walk into the school building.
We enter the building and head upstairs to Ifrah's locker first. She takes her notebooks and such and we than walk to my locker. I was walking slower than usual. I didn't want to see Adam now. Not at this vulnerable state. But of course, since I'm such an unlucky person I spot Adam by his locker with..
"Is that Maya?" I whisper.
Ifrah looks at me confusion written in her face. "Maya who?"
"It doesn't matter.."
We continue walking to my locker, as I try my best ignoring the two. I pull out my notebooks and calculator and than shut my locker.
"Bye Sofia, stay strong." Ifrah says jogging to her homeroom. I sigh and remembered I didn't take out my homework from my locker, so I had to unlock it once again.
"Oh my gosh, Adam what happened to your face?" I hear Maya gasp. It was probably from the fight him and Zafir had during the game. I am actually surprised Adam has any damaged done to him.
"This dick head was acting up." Adam says and I quickly got offended since Zafir is my friend and all. But I force myself to remand silent so I won't have to ever speak to him.
"Don't worry he looks worse, trust me." Adam chuckles and I never wanted to hit someone as much as I wanted to at this exact moment.
"Really?" I can easily hear the joy in Maya's tone. "What's his name? I gotta see his face."
"Zafir, but call him Jimmy-" Adam laughs but I interrupt him.
"Are you kidding me." I scoff. Adam snaps his eyes at me. "You're disgusting you know that?" I say not even making eye contact with him.
"Like you're any better.." Adam whispers.
"Excuse me?" I roll my eyes.
"You heard me." Adam gives me a fake smile.
"Who was the one acting like a child?" I give a small laugh. "Attacking Zafir like that, who do you think you are?"
Adam looks angrily back at me. He held such a dark cold stare but so am I. Maya looks at us two, and backs away knowing this isn't the right time for her to be around Adam and I. "I'll text you later Adam." Maya says a I feel some kind of ping of jealousy stabbing my chest.
As she walks off I look up at Adam. "She has your number?" My voice was much more lowered and sounded shaky to. Adam notices the change in my attitude and calms down as well.
He sighs running his hand through his quiff hair. "Yeah.. does it matter?"
"You're right, it doesn't matter. Uh I .. I gotta go?" I say like it was a question. "I mean.. we should get going before the bell rings.." I whisper.
Adam clears his throat. "Yeah." He goes ahead of me and walks down the hall. As I try to understand the strange feeling I was starting to get.
Why did I get so jealous that Maya had his number, usual I just hate Maya. But when seeing her always near Adam I get so mad. That red hair twat. But more importantly why does he hang out with her? They're not friends last time I checked. I don't know how I'll get use to seeing Maya with Adam. Just the thought of the two being together makes me wonder.
Maybe I care so much is because I have a thing for Adam myself.
I chuckle loudly, I don't have a thing for Adam. In fact I'm pissed off at him.
"Class we have a new student." Mr.Foley begins. "Please introduce yourself,"
I look up my nails and my breath got stuck in my throat. "My names Tarik." I widen my eyes looking at the grown boy in front of that smiled back. "It's great to see some familiar faces..."