The nerd and Mr. Popular✔️

Chapter 4

I looked at my wristwatch and a gasp escaped from my mouth. Only a few minutes were left for my class and I was still in Benson Town. I checked my pocket, I have no money for any taxi or bus. If I would plan to walk it would take me 50 mins to reach IISC. You may be wondering what I was doing in Benson Town this early morning, so yeah I was here for the interview for a part-time job. And guess what, I didn't get one. The salary they were going to pay was not enough for my expenses.

And now at this time, I was standing alone on the side of the road. Allah, please send anyone for my help, I closed my eyes and whispered a small Dua.

After waiting three minutes, my eyes landed on a black color Rolls Royce which was coming towards me.
Alhamdulillah!

Maybe, I can ask for a ride. I waved my hand to give a signal. The car stopped in front of me and as I peeked from the mirror, I froze at my place. It was Wajahat Shah. Great... here you go, girl!

No way on the earth I am going to ask for a ride to him.
He lifted his head and gave me a questioned look.
Zaynah, please keep your ego aside.. just ask him

No way... I can't do this...

Bro, you're gonna miss your important lectures just cuz of your stupid ego...

Umm yeah but still...

Stfu... Just ask, also you can't judge anyone by their first impression...

Umm okayy...

"What's wrong" when he didn't get any response, he asked in his deep voice.

My throat became dry, I put my ego aside and finally replied in my lowest tone
"Umm, can you give me a ride to IISC? Actually, I'm getting late for school,"

" No,"

" Huh," I didn't see this coming, maybe I heard wrong.

"Sorry, I can't trust any stranger," he replied taking a deep breath.

Did he just refuse?? I mean how could anyone refuse to help someone. I never felt this type of humiliation before, I just wanted to disappear.

"I mean you could be any serial killer or any drug dealer, who knows, do we know each other?" He said with a smirk when he saw me dumbfounded.

"What the hell you're saying,?" I rolled my eyes, at this moment I didn't understand if he was joking or what. I mean did I really look like some serial killer?

"I don't want your ride either but didn't you see me in IISC, how could you call me killer,?" I huffed in annoyance.

" Sorry I don't notice girls, Can you please let me go, I'm being late also I hope you'll find your ride, best of luck," he smirked and started his car. My face was red from embarrassment.

Great Zaynah, thank you so much for making me a clown...

At this moment, I wanted to kill myself.

My eyes got watery, I looked at my wristwatch again, only fifteen minutes were left. I started walking silently. I was startled when a silver-grey Mercedes S-Coupe stopped near me. I groaned with frustration.

"Do you want a ride?" A feminine voice hit my ears and my eyeballs popped out from my socket. What's happening with me, YaRabb.

" I asked, do you want a ride?" A girl peeked from the window and asked me again.

I nodded and opened the back seat door. As I landed on the seat, the car started again. I looked at that sweet girl with my thankful eyes.

"Thanks a lot, you save my day" I passed a genuine smile at her.