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"Brody no don't.. please I can't." I said looking into his ice blue eyes.

But he wasn't listening at what I was saying, he just continued on leaning forward until our noses touched. I tried so hard to pull myself out of his grip but he was too strong.

"If you don't like it, THEN LEAVE!" Brody said pointing towards the door.

And that's when I realized it, it wasn't him who was holding me there.. it was my own body that was craving for his touch.

Brody got discharged from the hospital yesterday and I was visiting him at home. We were in his room talking until it got intimate, too intimate..

"LEAVE!" Brody shouted.

I was just looking at him, not moving any part of my body.

He grabbed my waist with his both hands and pulled me closer to him until our bodies were touching.

"You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this moment." Brody whispered.

He leaned in and placed his right hand on my cheek so I wouldn't lean back. With his left hand he was still holding my waist so I wouldn't run. I was looking at his pink lips and I knew it was going to happen. I would be having my first (haram) kiss ever, what was I doing? Ya Allah forgive me, the Shaytaan is too strong. My breathing quickened and I felt tingling's throughout my entire body. He leaned in more and petted my lips with his lips and-

"SAFIAAA WAKE THE HELL UP!" my mom shouted entering my room.

"Nooo..." I groaned as I was turning to the other side.

"Wallahi if you don't get up I will soak you in water!" my mom shouted walking into my room. Typical Arab mums..

"I'm up, I'm up!" I jumped up and raised my hands in defence.

She will pour water over me if she said she would. One day I woke up thinking I was drowning, she had poured a whole bottle on my head, since then, I would always listen to her when she would threaten me with water.

"It's the first day back to school after your one week of holiday and you're going to be late!" my mom practically shouted.

"How late is it?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"It 8o clock"

"WHAAT???? WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP SOONER??" I exclaimed, running towards the shower.

I don't care if I was going to be late, I'll rather be late than smell. I jumped in the shower and was thinking about my dream as the water was sliding over my body. It felt so real, why.. why would I dream something like that again? I knew that I liked Brody, but do I.. do I lo- NO NO stop thinking that Safia. It's just something I'm going through, I'm young and I'm still learning new things.

I got out of the shower, put on some clothes and ran towards the bus-stop. It was a little bit colder than a few weeks ago, Yup, summer is definitely over. With the dream on my thought, I was heading to school. It seemed like the busdriver was driving extra slow today. Everything was getting in the way whenever I was in a rush. I arrived at school and was running like a maniac to my locker, I grabbed the books that I needed and ran to the room where I had my first class. The hall was empty, it was 9o clock already, so I was pretty late.

I knocked on the door and the teacher opened the door.

'Ah miss Bourdini glad you're joining us, take a seat." my history teacher said. He was a pretty chilled teacher, I liked him. I excused myself and looked around for a seat.

The only seat that was available, was the seat in the front. Man I hated the front, I was one of the sit-in-the-back-only-girl. I hated the front, I loved having a view of all the students in class. And now the teacher is the only view I have..

"Enjoy first row princess." somebody whispered (really loud) and everybody started laughing. I looked behind me and saw Brody looking at me with a smirk. Ugh, just the princess part made me realize that it was him mocking me.

"Okay attention! Enough!" the teacher shouted and the class went immediately quiet. Why is he being annoying again? Probably trying to get some attention, jerk.

Class was over and I dropped my books in my locker only to be interrupted by a fake cough. I looked besides me and saw Brody leaning against the lockers.

"What do you want?" I asked annoyed.

"Hey what's up with you? I was just joking in class cause I know how much you hate it to sit at front." he explained grabbing my shoulders.

I immediately got a flashback from my dream.

"Don't touch me." I warned, loosening my shoulders from his grip.

"Okay, why are you so grumpy and late?" he asked raising his eyebrows.

"I had an awful dream about you, that's why." I whispered to myself so he wouldn't be able to hear it, but he heard what I said based on his reaction

"You had what?" he asked enthusiastic.

"You dreamt about me? Tell me?" He smirked.

I closed my locker and looked at him, "Nooppp", I said popping the 'p'.

"Oh I know." he smirked again, his smirk gosh.. I hated it.

I was walking to my next class and I knew Brody was following me.

"It was an intimate dream wasn't it." he said.

I turned around and made a sign that he should lower his volume.

"Omg it was, wasn't it?" he laughed making my cheeks turn red.

"Shut up." I whispered.

"Oh look who's blushing, was it that intense?"

I smacked his upper arm and held my finger on my lips indicating that he should whisper.

He was embarrassing me.

"Fine, just tell me every detail." he whispered.

"Ooh you wish." I said still walking away from him.

"Well, we can make your dream come true." he said whilst grabbing my waist from behind which made me stop.

"Brody don't touch me, you're so annoying GOD!" I loosened myself from his grip and started walking again and thank God he stopped following me.

"Fine, but if you dream it, you want it!" he shouted towards me. Most people were in their class already so they didn't see Brody holding me, thank God. I know I know, I thank God a lot, which is an important thing to do.

I threw my hand in the air, giving him a 'bye' sign.

What medication did they give him in hospital? Seriously.

*Flashback*

That text made me angry, That piece of shit wanted to slap her. If he had touched her, he would've been a dead man! I was disappointed that I wasn't there for her when she needed me the most, but I hope that she now knows what kind of guy he really is. If I ever see him on the streets, he will be sorry that he met Safia in the first place.

I showed my mother the text and she felt sorry for Safia.

"Text her back, and say that she's always welcome at our place. And tell her 'hi' from me." my mom said giving me my phone back.

I typed in what she said and texted Safia back, I just hope that he doesn't get near her again.

*End of flashback*

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~Edited by R3Hijabi ~