Converting the Bad Boy ✔

Chapter 11

(Edited)

I entered the school grounds with a fluttery heartbeat. I was nervous; not for myself, but for Yaz. She made a big decision yesterday, and I wondered if Yaz would stick to it. I knew if she walked in wearing a hijab it would look suspicious, especially after Saturday night's events, so I waited for her at the tram stop. Yaz caught the tram to school, and sure enough, as the bell echoed across the school, she stepped out, wearing...

"You did it!" I exclaimed happily, throwing my arms around her at the school gates. Yaz smiled at me, looking more radiant than ever. I was impressed at her hijab wrapping skills, since it was only yesterday when we taught her a few tricks on how to tie it, and she chose to do the classic wrap around, secure with a safety pin on the side style, which was usually what I did.

"I feel so weird," Yaz whispered as we walked across the asphalt, bags slung on our shoulders and squinting in the morning sunlight. Around us there were students pointing and whispering, but I ignored them as usual. I overheard a few even say Yaz was a new student, and I stifled a laugh at that.

"Don't worry, Yaz, In Sha Allah everything will go smoothly today," I told her, my arm around her shoulder as we headed towards the senior lockers.

Yaz subconsciously adjusted the sides of her scarf that framed her face, a nervous habit I had developed, and it was funny to see that it was the same for Yaz too, who was just a beginner, but looked like a professional.

"I hope so," Yaz murmured as we reached our locker. It was strange seeing Yaz wearing a white scarf which contrasted against her lightly tanned skin. She wore her usual mascara and eyeliner, making her eyes pop, and she had a shimmer of pink lip gloss on her lips.

"Damn, you look better than me in a hijab," I cursed.

Yaz grinned. "Thanks, but I think you wear it better than me."

"Hey, it's only just the beginning," I nudged her as I grabbed my English folder and physics textbook. The first two periods of a Monday morning was always both a dread and an excitement. I loved English, but since I had to work with Damian in physics, I was starting to dread what used to be one of my favourite subjects.

"I still can't believe I'm doing this," Yaz admitted as she closed her locker. I noticed even her dress looked looser, and it was because she hadn't tightened the ties at the back, fastening it with the two white buttons only, like me. We were like sisters – Muslim sisters.

"Who's the new girl?" I turned around to find none other than Damian, staring at Yaz in confusion.

Yaz placed a hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes at Damian. "I'm not new, Damian Brewer, in fact, I've been going to this school just as long as you," she snapped.

Damian's eyes widened with recognition. "Shit, Yaz, I didn't recognize you." He looked between me and my friend, blinking slowly. "Whoa, it feels like I'm seeing double."

"That's racist," I pointed out.

Damian shrugged, bending down to get to his locker, shoving his bag in roughly. Then he stood up, turning back to us, smirking. "Aidan is gonna freak when he sees you, Yaz. This is a prank, right?"

I couldn't hold back a laugh. Damian thought this was a prank? Wait till we told him – "Actually, Damian, this is real. I'm going to wear the hijab from now on, whether you, Aidan, or anyone likes it or not," Yaz replied, staring at Damian as if daring him to contradict her or say anything to challenge her.

"You mean this is serious? Shit, Yaz, and to think you were voted hottest babe by all the guys," Damian tutted, shaking his head. "But you ruined it all by putting that thing on."