Judging Me | On Hold

{Chapter 12}

"Love is in the air, but they don't know that because they are still in the oblivion, clueless."

{N A D I A}

I'm wait for my older brother to collect me, whilst i simultaneously wait for my younger brother and Hasan to come.

Hasan and Ayaan come running, clearly having a race on who could come here first.

"Where's Qasim bro?" asks Hasan, out of breath.

"He still hasn't come," i say, my heart galloping.

What's wrong with me

Before i can dwell on my thoughts, Qasim's black car pulls up.

"I'm sitting at the front," says Ayaan running to the front seat before i can register what he just said.

"Hey!" i scream, running after him.

I open the door,

"Get out," i say

"No," he says putting on his seat belt.

I sigh in fustration and sit in the back seat, with Hasan already occupying one seat.

My hands feel sticky for some reason.

Seriously, i think something is actually wrong with my body.

Hasan and Qasim have their random brother talks, while Ayaan is on his phone texting Allah knows who.

Hasan asks if i'm okay, probably because I've been quiet.

"Yeah i'm good," i reply meekly

Oh God, i really need to get a check up from a doctor.

{H A S A N}

I look at Nadia, confused.

I mean come on guys, first she's quiet and now she's talking like a mouse.

My house comes into view.

I also notice that my mum is outside with a big box in her hands.

I get out of the car,

"Assalamualykum bro," i say to Qasim.

"Wa'laykumusalam," he replies.

I greet my mum, who is now walking to the car.

"Give my salams to your mum and take this food with you, its biryani," she says giving the box to Ayaan.

Nadia quickly takes it before Ayaan can.

"And you Nadia, don't eat all of it, leave some for your family," says my mum, practically scolding her.

I remember the last time my mum gave food to them, Nadia ate it all before they reached home and nobody got to eat any except for her.

I smile whilst i recall that memory.

"Okay Auntie," she says, giving a pout to her.

She looks kind of cute.

Astagfirullah, how could i say that?

"Don't you give me that look," says my mum.

"Okay," she says looking down at the food in her arm.

"Assalamualykum, drive home safely," says my mum.

I notice Nadia still looking at the food.

"Wa'laykumusalam, Auntie," replies Qasim.

They drive off until all i see is nothing of their car.

~~~

Me and my mum go back inside the house. I go upstairs, into my room.

I put my bag on the floor and take my coat off. I choose my choice of clothing through a range of sweaters in my cupboard.

I decide to wear a white sweater, matched up with black jeans.

I go into the bathroom to freshen up.

~20 minutes later~

I get out of the toilet, simultaneously ruffling my wet hair with a small towel.

I take out my science book out of my bag and begin to do my homework but something, no someone invades my mind and i quickly get distracted by it.

I try to focus on the equations but unsuccessfully fail.

Amazing, just great, i can't even do my own homework.

I close my science book and bang it on to my head several times,

"Just stop thinking about Nadia, just stop."

"Get her out of your head, you need to complete your homework."

I put the book down, my brain fuzzy.

Do i like her or something?

No, no Hasan, she's just like a younger sister to you, the one you never had.

We are just friends, yes just friends.

I gulp down some water and with that constantly repeating in my head, i finally manage complete my homework, with a few rants here and there.

I sigh.

Do you really think of her as 'just a friend'?

"Shut up!" i scream to myself, shutting my book with a bang.