"Did I get little Nafasa scared?" He teased, smirking at me.
Did he just call me Nafasa?
"It's Nafisa," I corrected him, crossing my arms.
Garrett shrugged. "Same thing, same weird foreign names."
My head snapped towards his direction, angrily, as my blood boiled. "Don't you dare make fun of my name!"
I couldn't believe this guy. How could people like him? He was rude, and totally disrespectful!
"Oh, I'm so scared!" Garrett mocked, rolling his eyes.
I glared at him, turning my head away from him, so I could no longer see his handsome yet annoying face.
Nafisa Khan is your ordinary Pakistani-Muslim girl. She gets good grades, prays 5 times a day, obeys her parents and stays out of trouble.
Garrett Parks is the opposite. He is your average bad boy, who often finds himself in fights and parties. He drinks and switches from girl to girl in less than a week.
What will happen when the two unexpectedly encounter each other's totally different lives?