(A/N ^^So a lot of people had a misunderstanding on the last chapter. No! Bryson did NOT see Madinas hair. Her hair was tucked into a hoodie from her sweater loves)
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I kept telling myself…
This is not happening...
This is not happening…
This is NOT happening!
But guess what?
It WAS happening!!
Brysons downstairs waiting for me. For ME! Why did he have to show up unexpectedly all the damn time? It's not fair, I don't have time for his bullshit today.
Okay, maybe this was my period talking.
Maybe I'm being a little harsh. But who cares! A girls on her period, leave her along for one god damn day!!!
Breath Madina, your good.
Just think of chocolate and rainbows, I chanted in my brain.
It's not working!
He's still Here!!!
“Dina bachem (my child) are you okay?” my mom asked shutting my bedroom door.
Almost forgot she was in my room waiting for me to talk.
“Yeah…”
“Well Obveously you aren't Dina” she said resting her hand on her hip and quirking her eyebrow.
“Why did you let him come in?” I groaned shoving my pillow in my face.
“Because I remember you telling me your his tutor” she grinned.
“Yeah but now?”
“Come on Dina, get up and go help the poor boy. I bet you'll feel a lot better” she said giggling.
“What's that suppose to mean mum?” I asked quirking an eyebrow.
“Oh nothing” she sung leaving me in my room to ponder on my thoughts.
Shit.
I have to do this don't I?
I groaned leaving my bedroom and walking down the steps of my house.
I tightened my hoodie and put some loose hairs inside.
“Hi Bryson” I glared.
He grinned “Nice to see you too sunshine”
I mentally slapped him.
“I have a feeling you don't wanna see me” he said with wide smile.
“Feeling? Well that feeling is correct” I said rolling my eyes.
I heard my mom coughing very loudly in the kitchen and glaring at me. She cursed in Persian under her breath.
“Be nice Dina” she said in Persian while Bryson was looking at her like he didn't understand it.
“What did she say?” he whispered.
“Don't worry about it”
“I'm thy here for ye torturing lessons” he said trying to talk like Shakespeare.
I couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
“No shit idiot” I said shaking my head.
“Back with the name calling?”
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The Hijabi's Best Mistake
SpiritualCopyright© "Leave me alone!" I said pushing at his chest so he would let me go. Every step I took back he took another closer towards me. "I knew I could crack your code" he smirked so accomplished with himself. "What do you want from me?" I asked...
