4 ??She is not a ninja?? (2/2)

She was undeterred. ”I'm going to be this year's prom queen, Z. And then you'll have to date me.”

Did she have no dignity? I just shook my head at her, wondering when she'd grow up and stop acting like we're a couple.

”Z!” She trailed behind me, telling me all the gossip that I didn't ask for. ”Did you hear about the new girl? Zarish told me she was wearing long robes and that stuff poor people wear. What is it called? A naqab?”

”Niqab,” I corrected her, hoping she'd shut her mouth and stop making stupid comments.

She waved a hand in the air. ”Yeah, that thing. How can she be allowed to wear that?” She gasped dramatically. ”What if she's a terrorist in disguise? Z, you have to do something!”

I stopped suddenly when we reached the hallways and she bumped into me. I quickly stepped back, lest she started doing weird stuff I was not in the mood for.

”We all have a school uniform, Biya.” I pause after each word, hoping she'd get this into her brain once and for all. ”As long as she studies here, she's bound to follow the rules. Now, can you go away?”

”We have English Lit first period, remember?” She flashed me a victory smile and I closed my eyes in annoyance.

Why do I get stuck with girls?

Nothing I hate more than telling a female to kindly eff off. Except I don't know how to be kind anymore.

”Your perfume is too much to bear, Biya. Make sure you sit far away for me.”

I turn on my heels and leave behind a nagging and slightly tearful girl.

Being in the student council could be hectic and annoying at times. I had to roam the entire school to make sure no one was missing a class and to help anyone if they needed assistance.

I came to a halt when I noticed ninja girl lingering in the hallway of the third floor. I quickly hid behind a pillar and peeked at her like a creep.

In utter fascination, I watched her look everywhere to make sure nobody was there. The third floor was always empty—no one liked to visit the humungous library and the principal's office.

She sighed. ”I can't do this. What were you thinking, you fool? How will you face him?”

She continued talking to herself, meanwhile opening her backpack. It amused me because I could remember another girl who was in the habit of talking to herself. It also made me sad.

Next, she slowly started unzipping her robe. It was a little scandalous watching her take one layer off although I knew she's wearing the uniform underneath. I was proven right when the black went and instead of it was a checkered white and blue shalwar kameez with a sash on one side. Her curves were still not that visible because unlike other girls, she was wearing a uniform that was at least two sizes big on her.

But still. There was a little more to see and guys always found a way to look at what they were searching for. I felt a little disgusted at myself and moved to leave when I saw her untying her veil.

A packet of crisps crunched under my foot and her head flew back. Our eyes met. Time slowed.

”Zayn,” She whispered softly.

My heart clenched.

I took in the honey-coloured eyes.

The creamy complexion.

The beauty mark on her chin.

And I knew.

I just knew who that was.

What I didn't know was why she was here.

Why now.

”Zayn,” She repeated but I was already running down the stairs.

Because it was too much to take in.

There were too many feelings choking me.

Too many memories with her flashing in front of my eyes like they happened yesterday.

And I couldn't bear it.