Argh, I can't concentrate on my studies! I couldn't help but think about this book. So here you go, an early update!

"Ahhh.... ohhh," the noise from my phone makes me want to shut my eyes tightly, I struggle to control myself from cringing. I resist the urge to throw my phone at Zayd's face but I don't because that is what he wants from me- to react.

"That's got to be painful, ow," I mutter, my tone monotonous, under my breath just when this guy- Mr Grey raises his hand. Poor girl, I felt bad for her.

"Not really, it's more pleasurable than painful, wanna try?" Zayd grits out, clearly agitated by my reaction.

I scrunch my nose at the thought and my eyes momentarily widen, however, my heart starts thumping faster. Bad Alya, no!

"Ew, in your dreams," I mumble before looking back at the screen. Judging by the look of raw anger on Zayd's face, he had expected me to react differently. Not look at the screen and make stupid remarks now and then.

Of course, I knew what he wanted. So, I made sure my face was blank but inside- oh, I couldn't stop repeating Astaghfirullah over and over and over again.

I had never, I repeat, never seen a man naked. Fuck you Zayd, I am going to get my revenge.

Astaghfirullah.

(I seek forgiveness from Allah)

His eyes were watching me continuously, waiting for me to blush and shy away. And beg him to not let me watch this.

It's a wonder how I'm not blushing hard, a miracle indeed. My neck was burning and so were my ears, I was so thankful for the headscarf over my head.

The bell rang after a few videos, I faked a yawn and stretched. Mrs Koile woke up and walked outside sleepily, forgetting us. What a responsible teacher. I jump from my seat and look at Zayd.

Oh, it's going to be fun.

"My book," I hold my hand out. Grudgingly, Zayd snatches the book and places it over my palm, I've got to say this- Zayd Aaraiz is a man of his words.

A smirk makes it's way on my lips when I see him looking at me in rage, his teeth grinding. I swear I could hear it.

"You know Zayd, never in my life did I think this day would come," I heave a dramatic sigh, "thank you for saving me time. Now I don't have to waste my precious time in this book anymore."

Just to rub salt in the wound, I do the unthinkable.

I bend down, as he was still sitting in the chair, and place a kiss in his cheek. What the fuck did I just-

Astaghfirullah.

"Thank you very much," I whispered in his ear before turning around and striding outside confidently.

Ha! Loser.

I didn't miss the um.. how do I say this.. Zayd's crotch, by the way. I didn't mean to look but it was quite noticeable. Very noticeable. Someone was excited. I don't know what possesses me when I knowingly look at it and shake my head with sympathy, mockingly of course.

Let's say, he's going to have to take a long cold shower. Poor guy.

I skip outside the school to the black car with a grin and opened the door. A worried Karim greets me with Salam. I reply and lean against the seat as he starts the engine.

Enough sin for a day, maybe I should take a trip to Makkah, I sigh and look outside.

. . .

After an hour of lecture on discipline by my father, I hurriedly grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder. He wasn't very happy about the detention I got. My mother, on the other hand, looked quite happy.

She said I had finally started to live my life. Whatever that meant. If watching fifty shades was her idea of living then I must say, I didn't know my mother at all.

After bidding my parents goodbye, I slip into my father's car and sigh. A new day, yay! Note my sarcasm. Karim drives me to school, as usual, the feeling of anxiety washes over me. I had to be super cautious today.

I groan internally when the school comes into view. I get out after rearranging my headscarf and walk inside, clutching the strap of my bag in an iron grip. In the hallway, I scan every face. I relax when the devil doesn't come to my view.

I had worn a simple black dress that reached below my knees and black stockings with a black headscarf and a pair of black sneakers today.

Anyway, I begin to take out the books for my first class from my locker until I feel a presence behind me. A very familiar one, might I add. However, instead of the smell of smoke, the smell of lemons evade my nostril.

I take a step back to close the locker but instead bump into that someone. Familiar someone. However, I don't expect a hand to snake over my waist and pull me against himself.

I never knew I liked the smell of lemon this much until now.

"Um... Zayd? W-what are you doing?" The grip only tightens. Please tell me I didn't stutter.

"Why, Alya. I'm impressed, you didn't even have to turn to know it was me," his voice is low, I mentally groan at the feeling in my stomach.

Of course, it's you, no one else would dare to do this, idiot.

I try to push him away, I'm pretty sure people are looking our way. I pinch his arms, I even scratch his forearms (the sleeves were rolled back). To my avail, he doesn't budge. There are surely going to be scratch marks on his forearms.

I could sense a hundred eyes on me. After all, the mighty Zayd had taken an interest in a lowlife like me. If they only knew the reality.

"Let go," I say confidently. His body is harder than iron and quite.. uncomfortable. Yes, very very uncomfortable. But warm.

"Beware, my love," he whispers in my ear, disgust and hatred lacing his every word, why did he have a good voice? Dammit. "I'd be cautious if I were you."

With that, he is gone. I breathe heavily and send a glare to people looking my way. They scurry away as if I have a gun pointed towards them. Perks of being known as a terrorist, I guess.

I'd be cautious if I were you.

I brace myself for the worst. Bring it on, Zayd.

With that, I walk to my first class.

Bring it on.