Chapter 7- Do not look at him like that!

I haven't spoken to Qadira since the race. It pains me but what hurts, even more, is having to constantly watch her pick someone over me. It sounds petty and childish but I felt like I was being replaced by a polar neck boy who walked around in inappropriate uniform. I needed to focus though, even if it was a difficult thing to do I had to plot my revenge one way or another, wait till I wipe that smirk off her face when I win the scholarship.

I do have to admit though that I did miss her. Her smile, her laugh, her company. I have only been to this school for a few weeks and I had to watch her spend her time with someone else other than me and that hurt like a train crash.

"Can you help me with this question?" Layla asked sitting next to me

"Which one," I asked taking her workbook

While she pointed and showed me the paper speaking of how long she had spent on the question... I struggled to pay attention because Qadira walked in with Zayd. He had taken a bite of her ice cream and they were laughing. I have no idea what hit me at that moment but I was filled with so much rage because of that gesture. Why was he looking at her like that and eating her food…what was it that made her look at him like that. I placed the book back into Layla`s hands and then placed my hands into my pockets as I approached the art prince and the pageant queen.

I pulled her by the hair dragging her behind me.

"She's neglecting her studies because of you, so please do stay away from her,"

Trying to get a hold of my arm he pushed me aside gently releasing her, "It's the exam period for you guys, she doesn't have much to do."

I smiled walking up to him, our chests now in line. While we had a staredown, Qadira stood back up stepping on my toes. I turned towards her, but she smiled rushing down the hall.

I chased after her pinning her to a locker near the corner of the hallway where we were caught arguing on many occasions.

"You still haven't learned, have you?

"You can never outrun me," I said taking her hand, "Stop messing around with that playboy, you've had enough fun now."

She silently watched, rolling her eyes, "Your mother told me that you didn't want to see me…I spent weeks coming to your house and you ignored me every morning and every night and every other lunchtime."

I placed my hand over her mouth, still holding her against the lockers. She frowned pushing me off her.

"It's because of that boy that we`re fighting."

"No, it's because you're selfish. You only care about yourself…all of us are just little pawns in your chess game.

"Well…I'm tired of it, I no longer want to be a part of your game."

"fine then...leave!"

"I will!"

She said stepping onto my toes and rushed back to her art friend.

She was right, and I hated it.

I knew that my actions came across as selfish, but how does one deal selflessly with the loss of a friend? A bond? Without looking like it did not matter.

So yes...I am selfish and I will be until I get back what I had lost to this biker bad boy.

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Due to our constant fights for the past few weeks, I have been walking home. Surprising isn't it, he probably thought that I asked Zayd to drop me off and accompany me to everything…but I do not want to be a burden to him. Today I overdid it in school, staying until 10 pm and on my way home I heard footsteps behind me.

As I ran, they ran after me. He caught me and I froze turning to the tall figure behind me. His glasses gave it away. I punched him in the gut before pulling him in for a hug.

"Why, didn't you just walk with me?"

"Aren't you mad at me?" he asked

"I'm not…" I replied wiping away my tears,

"Please…stop being so stubborn."

"We don't need to talk about it…why aren't you with Zayd?" he asked turning away almost in a jealous tone.

"Home," I replied wiping away my tears, "Zain…I didn't replace you," I said punching his shoulder, his expression lightened up, and at the sight of his face shining, I felt my heart tingle. He coughed placing his hands back into his pockets. I placed my textbooks into his hands, "Zain…no one will ever break us."

He willingly took the books smiling. I walked beside him watching his side profile for a moment...he really was charming.

That night we walked and argued about a few physics questions. When we arrived our mothers gave the both of us a hug before serving us a meal. This is my definition of perfect…watching this attractive boy hide his beauty behind glasses, blinding the world with how much of a genius he actually is. Zain the campus hunk was an insecure butterfly who felt like he was being replaced by his nemesis. It made me realize that he had indeed held me in high esteem in his life and that losing me could turn him into a bitter person. Not that I would be any better, but I would hate every moment spent away from him, it may turn me into a bottled-up bitter individual.

He placed some of my favourite food on my plate before leaving the dinner table. Warmed up by the piece offering and I smiled as I took a bite of the chicken. The world must really be jealous of the bond we had. Similar to siblings but not fully, called childhood sweethearts…but not really. Defined as best friends but not definite.

"It's about time that you stopped provoking the boy…he does so much for you," my mother said

I smiled nodding, knowing well that the closer I got to the idiot the more I would be provoking him. I mean who else would if I don't?

Zain...I will always be here for you.