Chapter 15- She belongs to me

It's been a whole month since the little fallout I had with Qadira. Perhaps kissing her wasn't the best decision at that moment, but what I do regret more is allowing her to take the blame. I believe that I am to proud to admit that I was wrong. I always hoped that she would understand the situation for what it was and come back to me...but she did not, and I missed her. What was even more shocking to me was that she left science. That was when I knew I'd never get her back.

Watching her cheer for my enemy during a match or bitterly acting like I did not care when I found them studying together and laughing in the hallways was not the easiest front to put on. It hurt, believe me, but what hurt was the fact that it was all my fault.

"Please tell Qadira to stop rebelling…" I said

"You called me out for something non-sensical?"

"Look I understand that we're on bad terms and all, but you know she belongs with us, in the sciences."

"You never appreciated her when you had her…deal with the consequences now."

"Why are you so phased by me asking for her to come back?

" Do you like her?"

"That's none of your business…"

"No, answer me. It is my business."

"Why?

"So you can molest her again?

"She isn't your property, stop treating her like she is."

"Molest?" I said, grabbing onto his collar

"Let go of me, nerd, I'm having a bad day.." He said, grabbing onto mine

"She doesn't belong with you."

"Not with you; she won't go back," he replied

He then pushed me of him, and then all of a sudden we were swinging punches at each other until we both hit the ground giving him the upper hand. Qadira barged in, stopping the fight, and we looked at each other's bruised faces in the office. I was struck by jealousy. How was he brave enough to stand up for her and not feel guilty or as if his entire world was crumbling? My mother forbade me from riding for a while and Zayd asked if we never cross paths again.

"You've been daydreaming a lot lately, are you okay?" Layla asked, handing me a tissue, "your plaster is peeling off," she said, trying to place it back on, but I had caught her hand pushing it away.

"Not today please, I'm not in the spirit to turn you down or ask you to leave. So please just voluntarily do it."

"I understand that you`re upset, I got you breakfast though. Please do eat up. You're worrying me."

She left the classroom after kissing my forehead. Such an annoying girl.

The new student Erica walked in all energetically. She was a bit too excited most of the time.

"Damn, Zayd really messed up your pretty face," she said laughing, "Try a left hook next time…"

I rolled my eyes at her watching her take her seat. I marked the register gave out question papers and proceeded with my daily study routine. I would often watch Qadira walk through our hallway to get to the vending machine and often never had enough courage to approach her. I never had enough courage to say anything nice to her anyway. And I really wanted to.

I made my way home, taking the bus. Which was good, whenever I would ride, I`d see her on my way, and that alone placed me in a terrible mood.

"You miss her, don't you?" my mother said, handing me my dinner

"Who?" I asked trying to eat without hurting my face more.

"Qadira."

"Why would I?

"I see her at school every day."

"Qadira may have successfully tricked her mother, but only because her mother is never around and had no choice but to believe her. But I'm here, and I must say even during your busiest time she would always come over to have a little fight with you."

"Sometimes I wish you weren't so observant. We just had a fallout. This time, however, I can't fix it ."

"Why?"

"I ruined her. Took her place and still act very snobby toward her."

"She's Qadira. I really thought you knew her. All you have to do is apologise."

"Too soon."

"Pride. It's what killed your father, it will be the death of you too."

She left the kitchen. My thoughts surfaced as I watched her tend to other matters. My outlet was gone, and now I have to deal with the smacking truth, but how do I fix anything if she doesn't even want to see me? Maybe it's better this way.

"Jee the plan has been fixed, and you can go ahead with the function. Your crew may take on the challenge."

"Thank you, sweetheart," Qadiras mother said, checking the plan, "Maybe Qadira can add her ideas now what do you think?"

"I'm sure she would love to," I replied, trying not to break character.

For the first time in my life, I felt exhausted. I may have slept in and drank coffee, but it didn't go away. I was burnt out, and mentally torn down, and I missed my friend. Her energy alone was enough to make me forget about such aspects. I hated having to admit to myself that I had indeed lost one of the best things life had given me.

"Qadira, Zain is here I need you to work on something with him."

She rushed down the stairs quickly.

"Is it compulsory for me to contribute?"

"Didn't you want to be a part of the planning?

"What's with the change of heart?"

"I'll do it, Mom."

"Zains here; he can explain as well what is needed."

"I can tackle it on my own."

"Don't be ridiculous, and you still need to listen to his say in all of this. He is the head planner, after all."

Annoyed but afraid of saying more. She came over to the table taking her seat.

"Now, you two behave.

"I have the security guard outside in case you guys try to kiss or fondle each other again!" she said, pointing outside

Qadira buried her face behind the plans trying not to let out a scream.

"I can go if you want me to," I said

"Just tell me what missing, and I`ll fix it. You can leave afterwards."

"Okay…"

I explained the plan to her, and when I tried to converse, she picked herself up and left. At this point, I didn't even have the privilege of being able to chase after her. It was the way it was. And I had to respect the judgment she had made.

She looked extremely beautiful today…