Rasha

a few hours later

I was sitting with my friends eating lunch, they were talking and laughing but I didn't pay any attention to them. I was too tired, '' So omg you have Mr.Bashar as a teacher now? '' Medina asks with her eyes widen. Tamara nods and told them about what happened to me when I came in late. '' HAHA! NO! '' Medina and Donia burst out laughing and I rolled my eyes, '' yeah yeah so fun. '' I muttered. '' How could you embarrass yourself in front of your future brother in law. '' Medina chuckles and glared at her, like how could she like him?! Of all these guys she liked that jerk. '' But Rasha you stayed behind, what did you talk about? '' Tamara asked, they looked at me with their eyes on me.

No way! I'm not telling them that he's tutoring me, I'm too embarrassed to tell them that. '' Um, well because he gave me a warning to not come late anymore. '' I say and they nodded. '' You need to listen to your brother in law, okay? '' Medina giggles and I narrow my eyes at her.

I can't believe he's been working here all these years and I haven't noticed him, like what? Has he been working here? How could I not recognize him and why now?

'' Euw, look at them, they're back. '' We look up and see Elissa standing in front of our table with her two minions behind her. '' Oh, look who it is. Regina George from Wish. '' I say and hear my friends laugh. '' I see your attitude hasn't left yet, I told you, Stephanie, I need to cut her tongue off. '' She says and they laugh.

'' Shut up Elissa, what's your problem? '' Donia frowns and Elissa giggles, '' That bitch is my problem. '' She says pointing at me. I roll my eyes and sigh. '' Her towel around her head disturbs me, '' She laughs, I feel my blood boil of anger. I stand up in front of her, '' Oh, scary! '' She laughs. Tamara pushes Elissa, '' Elissa go away! '' Tamara says. '' Don't touch me, bitch. '' Elissa says to Tamara. My hand turned into a fist, I want to punch her right there in her eye! What's her fucking problem?! But It's the first day and I don't want to make a scene, I'm already angry.

To calm myself down I walk away from them and walk to the hallway. '' Oh she's leaving because she's scared! '' I hear Elissa say but I ignore her. I walk towards my locker to bring my Math book. I try to open the locker but you know sometimes my locker is on its period and doesn't want to open. I started to punch it with my weak hands. I heard someone giggle behind me, I turned around and saw Mr.Bashar smiling. '' What?! '' I glare at him and he takes some steps closer to me, '' Move. '' He orders me and I sigh frustrated. I move and he began to try opening my locker,

''What is your code? '' He asks, '' 9384. '' I tell him and he ignores me. A few seconds have gone by and it still doesn't open. '' There's something wrong with your locker. '' He says. '' Tell me something I don't know. '' I say and he smiles. Why does he always smile after something I say or do. '' You're really different from the other students. '' He says while working on my locker.

'' What does that mean? '' I ask him with my eyebrows furrowed. '' You're the negative type of student, while the others are always positive and happy. '' He says, I narrow my eyes at him. '' You mean that I'm never happy? '' I ask him. Finally, he succeeds with opening my locker, he looks at me with a smile on his face. '' No, the only time I saw you smile is yesterday when you stole my chips. '' He smirks and I roll my eyes. '' Of course, those chips are my everything, those chips could make me live without a husband or children. '' I say and he laughs. '' Then we have something in common. '' He gives me a small smile.

'' Rasha. '' I hear a familiar voice say, I turn around and see my friends standing there. '' Oh, hey guys. '' I smile at them. I look at Medina who looks at Mr.Bashar with drool coming out from her mouth. I chuckle, '' Hi girls. '' Mr.Bashar greets them and they smile at him. '' So Rasha don't forget. After school, my classroom. '' He says and I nod. I see him walk away. I turn around at my friends who look at me with their eyes wide open.

'' What was he talking about? '' Medina asks. '' Nothing important... '' I tell her and she carefully nods. '' What happened to Elissa I ask them and they shake their head. '' Just ignore her, she just wants to start a fight. '' They say and I nod. '' Let's walk to class. '' I say and they do as I say.

While we walk towards math I see the guy I never wanted to see, Tariq. Tariq was my best friend since we were 4 years old. We went through and experienced so much together, I loved him so much, as a best friend of course. He ended our friendship the last year of middle school because he couldn't hang out with me anymore because he joined a gang.

I was so shocked and depressed for weeks, I mean he had been in my life for years and he just cut off our contact? That's weird, right? He looked up and laid his eyes on me, he looked at me from top to toe like I was a new kid. '' What are you looking at? '' He snapped at me.

'' At you're ugly existence that makes me wanna throw up. '' I said and his friends laughed, he rolled his eyes and walked past me. See? He turned to a monster, literally. '' Wow I love your comebacks Rasha! You need to teach me how you do it. '' Donia says and I laugh.

two hours later

'' Rasha do you need a ride home? '' Medina asks me, I look at her. '' Oh no It's fine, I'm staying in the school library. I have many homework and exams already. '' I lied and she nodded. '' Then I'll see you later. '' She says and waves before she walks out of the school. I sigh, I wish I could go home to.

I walk towards Mr.Bashar's classroom and see him sitting in his chair in front of his desk. I walk in. '' I'm here. '' I say and he looks up. '' You better be, go take a seat. '' He orders me. I take a seat and began to stare at him. '' So do you know much about the world war 1 and 2? '' He asks me,

'' I know that Germany started it. '' I tell him and he shakes his head. '' You don't know more? '' He widens his eyes at me. '' Hey! You're here to teach me not to judge me! '' I shout and he sighs. '' I'm sorry. ''

'' The first world war started in Sarajevo, Bosnia. '' He explains. '' Oh yes! I remember! A prince and his wife got shot or something. '' I point at him and he nods.

" That's right. Now what I want you to do is do some research about the world wars and I want you to write about them and send it to me, understood? " He asked and I shook my head.

" That's so fucking unfair, I can't be the only one who has a low grade on history. " I frown, " you are the only one, I mean come on history is the easiest subject. " (A/N: Bitch no)

" I told you to stop judging me! Ugh, how could she even love you? " I accidentally say and he looks at me confused. " who loves me? " he asks confused.

" Whatever, it doesn't even matter everyone already loves me. " He chuckles. He's so full of himself om my gash. " yeah right, please don't disturb me now. " I say and roll my eyes. I opened my laptop and was about to do what he told me, '' Rasha, where do you come from? '' Mr.Bashar asks me. I look up at him, '' Well, my parents were born in Iraq and I was born in Canada, I moved here when I was 4. '' I tell him and he nods, '' What about you? '' I asked him.

'' I was born in Iraq but moved here when I was 6 with my family. After my siblings and I got jobs my parents moved back to Iraq. '' He tells me. '' Oh, but how old are you? '' I ask him with a curious expression. '' 25, I'm 25. '' He smiles at me, '' And you're married, right? '' I ask him and he chuckles. '' No, I'm not. I'm single. '' He says and I look at him with a surprised face, '' Wait you are not married?! Nooooo! But don't you have many girls running after your appearance? '' I ask him and he laughs. ''There are many girls who want me right, but as you said they want me for my appearance. Not for my personality. ''

'' OHHH! You're right! You have to love a person for their personality, I usually argue with my friends about this subject but they tell me that the money and appearance is important more the personality. '' I tell him and he laughs. '' The personality is always the important thing. '' He says and I nod. '' So your 25? You're pretty old. '' I say and he furrows his eyebrows.

'' Old? '' He asks confused and I chuckle. '' Pretty old to be honest. '' I say and he shakes his head. '' Then you're 18? '' He asks and I shake my head. '' I'm 17, I'll turn 18 in a few weeks. '' I say and he laughs, '' Awww you're a little baby. '' He says and I roll my eyes.

'' At least I'm not an old potato. ''

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