Converting the Bad Boy ✔

Chapter 4

Dedicated to my lovely sister Shaymastar because family rocks! 🔝Pic Above of Zeinab (Menna Arafa)

Hope you enjoy this (Edited) chapter! 

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"You're driving me wiyaald, wiyaald, WIYAAALD!"

"You're driving me wild with all your terrible singing," I cringed. I checked my ears to make sure they weren't bleeding. They weren't, but if Theo and Zeinab didn't stop singing they would any moment now.

"You're just jealous because we are great singers, right Alex?" Theo addressed his brother, who was in the front seat, much to my annoyance. I usually always called shotgun, but not this time. Nasr was generous enough to pick me up from school today instead of taking the bus. Since Alex and him both attended the same uni and were taking the same classes they decided to kill five birds with one stone – the birds being us, and the stone being Nasr's car – and carpool. Unfortunately, I was in the middle, since I was the slimmest, so I had two terrible singers on either side of me. But to make up for the permanent aural damage, I had the air con blasting directly onto my face.

"If you don't stop singing, I'm going to kick you out of the car," Alex threatened.

"You can't do that, you're not the driver," Theo pointed out.

"The driver agrees with Alex. Please stop singing," Nasr scolded.

"Thank you!" I exclaimed in relief. Theo and Zeinab were quiet for a few minutes, until a certain song came on. This song was the reason I stopped listening to music – for good this time.

"Hands in the air like we don't care," Theo hollered along, hands in the air.

"If you're not ready to go home," Zeinab sang along in her whiny voice. "Can I get a hell no?"

"Hell no!" I cried. "Please stop singing." But I knew they wouldn't listen. Even Alex and Nasr were nodding their heads to the beat. I felt betrayed.

"And we caaan't stoooop, and we wooon't stoooop," Theo sang in my face, pumping his fists while Zeinab did a weird dance in her seat.

"That's it, I'm changing the song," Nasr pressed a button, switching it to another song in his playlist. Yes, my brother was the type to blast music in his car. I would tell him time and time again that it was haram but he never listened. When Alex was in the car with him, he took it as an excuse to turn the car into a party.

I sighed, glad that we didn't have long until we dropped Alex and Theo off at their house. They didn't live far from us, which was convenient, but also annoying. Alex would constantly be coming over, and then I'd have to put my hijab on, and feel all uptight and constricted until he left.

"See ya tomorrow, Mims!" Theo opened the car door, letting in hot air as he got out. As soon as they left, I wriggled over to the side, getting more comfortable.

"Finally," I sighed, sinking into the seat. It was warm, and I could still smell Theo's lingering sweat in the air, mixed with Nasr's cologne.

"Can you play One Direction?" Zeinab begged Nasr, to which he refused, and I loved him for that. I didn't know what I'd do if One Direction started playing in this car. I'd probably jump out, doing the whole ninja tuck and roll. But I knew that if I did so, my hijab would get all tangled up and I'd look like the clothes in a tumble dryer.

"No more music please. I have a headache," I complained, massaging my temples. Nasr listened to me, but only because Alex and Theo were gone. He was always trying to impress his best friend.