Converting the Bad Boy ✔

Chapter 26

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^Pic of the Squad, because they are #Goals hehe. Song reflects the thoughts of someone who is questioning the meaning of life: Lost Stars by Adam Levine.

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"I'll never look at fish the same way again," I said solemnly as we headed out to our lockers, a little traumatized from the dissection.

Denise, however, found it grawesome – a mixture between gruesome and awesome. "That was so cool," she remarked, and I just looked at her in befuddlement, wondering why I had such a strange friend. Then again, all my friends were strange, and I wasn't too far from the strange wagon.

My locker was slowly getting messier. It wasn't that I couldn't be bothered organizing it, just that it was hard since the time it took to shove my books in and get out of the way as quickly as possible for Damian wasn't enough to sort out my folders and make sure they weren't arranged in a way that would make them fall like a Jenga tower.

"Stay," I ordered my biology folder, which I had precariously balanced on top of the pile of my folders. But as soon as the word left my mouth, the entire pile slipped toward me, falling heavily on the bottom of my locker, a few textbooks landing on the floor. I let out a groan of frustration. I guess it was bound to happen someday.

"Looks like you've experienced the locker avalanche," Damian commented from behind me, shaking his head at all the mess and not even offering to help. I glared up at him, but he didn't seem to notice because he was shooting a finger at one of his mates further down the corridor. The king was back.

"Hurry up," Damian huffed impatiently as I gathered my books in my hand, standing up and giving him the stink eye.

"It'd be quicker if you helped," I pointed out, and Damian sighed, bending down to pick up my math textbook, the heaviest of them all, handing it to me and saying, "Happy?"

I smiled. "Thanks."

Damian helped with the rest of the books, and I finally was able to shut my locker without fear of opening it the next time and drowning in all my books. As Damian unlocked his lock, he said, "So I tried out reading your so-called Holy Book."

At this my eyebrows shot up, surprised. No, make that taken aback. "Really?"

"Yes," Damian replied without looking at me. "Only like the first few pages."

"And what did you think?" I inquired, genuinely curious. I couldn't believe he'd actually listened to me, but I guess we were both coming to terms with new beliefs nowadays.

Damian shut his locker and stood up, his pockets jangling with coins as he shoved his hands into them. He squinted, gazing somewhere else as he answered with, "I think it was...intimidating."

Out of all the words Damian could've used to describe his thoughts about the Quran, intimidating was the last one I expected him to use. "Intimidating? As in, it scared you?" I chuckled. I knew what he meant by it being intimidating. I had read the English translation and the first few pages in Surah Al-Baqara speak about the disbelievers, and how their hearts have disease and they are destined for punishment. Though translated in English didn't have the same effect, it still portrayed a meaning that was omnipotent, showing how powerful Allah was, despite the language.

Damian's eyes snapped to mine, and he screwed up his face as if he regretted what he had said. "No, it didn't scare me," he scoffed, shaking his head. "But there was a lot of stuff about hypocrites and disbelievers being blind and dumb. I felt insulted, to be honest."