Converting the Bad Boy ✔

Chapter 14

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"Where were you on Friday?" I demanded, placing both hands on my hips and glaring up at Damian. He was blocking my locker once again, scrolling through his phone. His brows were puckered, and his hair had that whole "just rolled out of bed" look. In fact, on further inspection, he seemed...troubled.

Damian glanced up at me, his green eyed gaze smouldering. "None of your business," he muttered bitterly, pocketing his phone and walking away, leaving me mystified to his sudden moodiness.

First period was due to start in ten minutes, and I had yet to grab my books and unload my bag. I decided to investigate his absence in physics, which was an hour away, an hour too long. I was brimming with questions and curiosity as to why Damian would just ditch like that, when he had been coming to school every other day. Plus, he had walked away without a single smartass remark or cocky comment, which was very unlike him.

"Salamu Alaykum, my beautiful friend," Yasmine tapped me on the back, grinning. I noticed she had abstained from the excessive layers of makeup she usually wore, instead going for a more natural look, with only the slightest tinge of pink in her lips, her eyes lit with her morning cheerfulness.

"Wa Alaykumu Salaam. You look radiant today, masha'allah," I complimented.

Yasmine beamed back, opening her locker and shoving her bag in. "That's because I prayed Fajr this morning, Mariam," she replied. "And it felt so good to pray while the sun was still barely rising. I hadn't prayed Fajr in weeks!"

"I'm guessing it's because you are a heavy sleeper," I chuckled. "But I know for a fact it's because you're lazy."

"Well, lazy Yaz is no more! I feel more energetic knowing I prayed, as if nothing can stop me," Yasmine babbled on, shutting her locker simultaneously with me. We were in sync like that.

"It's like the hadeeth of the Prophet peace be upon him: whoever prays Fajr will be under the protection of Allah," I recited as we headed down the corridor. We got the usual strange looks from our fellow students in Year Twelve but as usual, we ignored them. Yasmine and I were in our own little bubble that couldn't be penetrated by anything, except...

"Aidan," Yasmine blurted out his name as soon as he stepped into our path, an obstacle out of the blue.

"Yaz, can I talk to you for a sec?" Aidan asked, looking sincere. He glanced at me briefly, as if asking permission, and Yasmine bit her lip, also looking to me, so for some reason, I obliged.

"I'll see you at recess, Yaz," I waved to her, leaving them to their privacy, but I wished I could be a fly on the wall for their conversation. I knew Yasmine would tell me all the details later anyway, so I headed off to English, glancing over my shoulder one last time at the two of them standing in the middle of the hallway. By the looks of it Aidan was just talking, and Yasmine was still chewing her lip, listening to him. If Yasmine kept chewing her lip like that, she was going to end up lipless at the end of the year.

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"Yes, the rumours are true, we will be going to Luna Park later this term in order to explore the effects of gravity," Mr Newton barely got past 'Luna Park' before the whole class erupted into squeals of excitement. I turned to Denise, sharing a look of pure delight.

"This is why I took physics," Russell crowed, looking like a little kid on Eid morning.

"Just to go to Luna Park?" I smirked. Russell was an average student, so I was a bit surprised to find him doing physics last year, but he proved me wrong with his advanced knowledge of electric circuits and light.