Still Jacob's P
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Presenting ….THE THIRD CHAPTER!!
Still Jacob's P.O.V
"Why? Why? Why?" I banged my forehead on the desk with every word. The sound echoed in the empty classroom.
"Chill, man. It's not the end of the world" Quil said in this really annoying 'just relax' tone. I looked up at him.
"Yes…it is!" then I continued to bang my head while Quil and Embry watched.
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Normal P.O.V
"Woohoo!" Rayan practically screeched. Aysha covered both sides of her head with her hands and gave her an annoyed look.
"Jeez Rayan, do ya have to screech to express yourself? Can't you make paper planes or something?" I looked at her, alarmed.
"Don't. Give. Her. Ideas!"
"Well excuse me for trying to get her to quiet down a bit!"
I guess your thinking, why would Rayan be screeching at the top of her lungs? In the middle of the school cafeteria?
It all started in English. The teacher was explaining our project when suddenly he was yielding a knife waving it everywhere. He kept us host –
……………
Alright, alright I'll give you the actual story….
It all started with the beginning of year school project. It so happened that the teacher was planning to murder us all. He – the teacher – paired us up with guys. This means:
Pair guy + girl.
Pair girl + guy.
Pair female + male.
Pair male + female.
Do you understand what he did now?
I, luckily, got paired up with this guy called Embry. Whom Rayan said was hot at my recent sleepover. He was a pretty quiet guy for someone so good-looking. He was so quiet; I felt the urge to shut up and sit there staring up at the ceiling. I had a feeling that he wasn't normally like that with his friends' coz the guy called Jacob kept looking at him weird…like Embry was doing something he shouldn't be. I guessed it was coz Embry was so quiet and he was worried about him…..
Well to tell you the absolute truth……I felt sorry for Jacob. You see, Jacob got Rayan as his partner. I repeat Jacob got Rayan as his partner. You should have seen the look on his face! Complete and utter horror. Especially when Rayan smiled this really evil Rayan smile. He was probably in an empty classroom now tying a rope to the ceiling somehow with a chair underneath him. I wouldn't blame him; he was never going to escape the evil wrath of Rayan unless it was to say 'buh-bye' to life.
So Rayan was Woohooing coz she was excited about annoying the hell out of Jacob. It doesn't sound like a big deal but…..it is.
"Um guys…I'm still here y'know?" Rayan pointed out, glancing back and forth at me and Aysha. I raised an eyebrow at her and gave her a look of mock realization.
"Oh really! I hardly noticed you were there, with all that screeching and jumping around…." Aysha snorted.
"I just love the idea of making Jacob fail again!" Rayan screeched. Yet again.
"But I thought you said he was hot"
"That's only coz he is"
"You can't just call a guy hot then go and annoy him!" she looked offended.
"He's the one who started it…"she trailed off, looking down. I glanced at Aysha, only to see her looking down too. I leaned in eagerly, wanting to know more.
"What happened?" I asked trying to sound concerned; my eyes wide. Rayan was still looking down when she spoke.
"You know how I told you about what that boy said to me and Aysha on my first day at school here?"
"Yeah, I remember really well. It was pretty slack of him….."
"It was Jacob."
……………….!
Oh My God!!
Oh My Dear God!!
And just plain…
"WHAT?!" She looked down again solemnly.
I shook my head furiously and slowly sat back down.
Just thought you needed to know, I had stood up in shock.
It couldn't be him.
How? How?
He seemed like such a nice guy!
He saved my pin!
He had nice, calm and funny friends!
And he had such a charming, sunny smile……
"It can't be…."
Aysha nodded anxiously. She was eyeing me in this 'Don't bother trying to hammer his life coz we've already tried' way.
I sighed in defeat but then remembered something I totally forgot about after it actually happened.
"Listen…" I told them about my first encounter with him.
When I finished; they were both staring at me, mouths wide open.
"See why I'm so shocked?" I asked nervously.
My voice seemed to bring them out of shock because their mouths snapped shut and they shook their heads in disbelief.
"Yeah I see why. I mean, why would he say that Rayan and I, but not to you?" Aysha mused, staring at an 'Eat healthy!' campaign poster.
I was confused for a second but then realized what she was talking about. The only reason I told them that was because I was trying to say that Jacob wasn't a bad guy.
Apparently, there was another reason I didn't know about.
"Yeah, I wonder….."
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I decided to be extremely cold toward him every time he tried to approach me or talk to me. And don't tell me he didn't deserve it coz; he did. Seriously if someone insulted your friends really, really badly, wouldn't you do the same?
The next few days passed annoyingly slow. I made a friend in my only class without Rayan or Aysha. Her name is Yasmine. And let me tell you this.
Rayan was about the craziest person I know.
But when I met Yasmine, I immediately regretted giving Rayan the award.
The girl is absolutely PHSYCO!
In a good way of course…..
When I sat next to her, I was like 'hey' (to her back) and you wanna know what she said? Or asked more like it?
She turns around then
"What do you thinks' the best was to kill a rabbit?"
You think it's funny?
Imagine being asked that by someone who has crazy black hair and eyes and is holding something that looks like a butcher's knife!
Oh yeah, and has black eye shadow, lipstick and eyeliner marked all over her face.
I swear I was nearly going to have a heart attack but she put the knife down and her head in her hands. That was obviously a sign of distress so I decided to comfort her. Wouldn't you? I later found out that it was a tremendously stupid idea because as soon as I reached out touch her shoulder, her head snapped up and she screamed 'This isn't working for me!'
An absolute nutcase.
Though, I later found out that she was going to try out for the drama club and was trying her acting skills on innocent bystanders.
But I made friends with her and she's actually really nice. She kind of reminded me of Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter…….
Weeks passed by until something very…….exciting happened.
I was coming home from school. The usual routine of Maryam taking me and Aysha home.
My mom was in the living room…
Wait, wait let me rephrase that,
My mom was singing in the living room. My dad was obviously not there since I couldn't hear his voice.
Oh, by the way, my dad is a doctor. Because of that, my family, Aysha's family and Rayan's family are really close. Our dads are colleagues and are best friends.
"'Cause no matter what inside or out
There's one thing of which there's no doubt
Allah knows
Allah knows
(A/N Allah is 'god' in Arabic)
And whatever lies in the heavens and the earth
Every star in this whole universe
Allah knoowwss…….. "
My mom's got a pretty good voice; I guess that's where my older brother got this talent from.
"Every grain of sand
In every desert land
He knows
Every shade of palm
Every closed hand
He knows
Every sparkling tear
On every eyelash
He knows
Every thought I had
And every word I share
He knows
Allah knows….. "
I finished the song for her. She turned to look at me, pouting.
"That's soo unfair, I love that part!" she whined.
I rolled my eyes at my remarkably 'mature' mom.
"Yeah, well….so do I!" I dropped my bag on the floor "besides, why are you singing anyway? What did the twins do this time?"
My mom only sings when she gets extremely annoyed with Huda and Randah and is trying to get them out of her head or when something really, really exciting happens.
"Actually, they nearly burnt all the tea towels in the kitchen today…but that doesn't matter at the moment because….Miran is coming from Australia to stay with us for the next few months!!" she announced proudly, her yellow sundress swaying slightly from the amount of enthusiasm she was displaying.
No Way!!
No Friggen Way!!
And just plain…..
"YOU'RE KIDDING ME?!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs. My mom smiled happily in reply.
"Isn't it sooo enlivening? And Ramsey's coming with her too. Because of the whole Mahram thing."
Ok here's the deal, Miran is my 20-year-old cousin and as mentioned by my mom, she's coming to America all the way from Australia. She's also got her 16-year-old brother tagging along. The only reason he's actually coming is because Miran can't travel without a man from her family (like her dad, her brother, her grandfather, her mom's brother, her dad's brother, her son or husband or father-in-law no, she doesn't have any of them; I'm just saying in general, her nephew….basically guys she can take her scarf off in front of; excluding little boys that aren't related to her who haven't hit puberty yet), that's what a Mahram is.
I was totally exhilarated about Miran coming but Ramsey was sort of the downside of her coming. The problem was: Ramsey has had a crush on me since we were born. His family used to live in America until I was, like, twelve then they moved to the land down under. We still kept in contact with them and sometimes they'd all come and visit. That's how close we were to his family.
Anyway, you could say that Ramsey has this humongous crush on me. But that was when we were little. Now, it's become love. The man is absolutely confident that we're going to get married when we grew up a bit more. He told me himself. But….I totally don't love him back. I mean, I do but just like a brother.
Don't get me wrong, Ramsey's extremely good-looking and he's really sweet and stuff and heaps of girls would want his attention. I just don't see him that way. I told him that and that I shouldn't even be having a relationship like that with him in the first place, like before marriage. But I secretly knew that the only reason he was being like that was because he thought we were going to get married in the future. Even guys dream about getting married……
Scary.
I mean in other cultures its super gross to have any kind of attraction between cousins, but in my culture it's pretty common. Reason: you can't take your scarf off in front of them therefore you can get married to them. But I want to get married to a convert. (A/N this word is also used in the previous chap, in case you didn't know what it meant, in this case it's someone who converts to Islam, you know like from say Christianity to Islam….not a criminal/prisoner)
Besides, I had absolutely no intention of getting married before I got to college. After is just fine, I don't even know why I discuss it with my friends. It just sort of…comes up?
So it's going to be really awkward when Ramsey comes.
Like really, really awkward.
My mom noticed my bright smile falter as the image of Ramsey sitting on our beige couch and staring at me with lovesick eyes flashed in my head. She frowned sadly.
"I guess you're worried about Ramsey?" she guessed. I nodded.
Then I realised something.
I had never, ever told my mom about Ramsey and his proposals. She took one look at my face and said;
"I'm just going to go check on the chicken" she tried to make a quick getaway. But I was too fast for her. I quickly grabbed her wrist before she could take another step.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You are not going ANYWHERE, mother. How would you know if I'm worried about Ramsey or not? I'm not going to bother denying it because you obviously know something. Who told you? Was it Mona?"
She looked ashamed. I mean, she should be because I always end up telling her about things and I'm not put under pressure to either. Therefore, she doesn't have an excuse for spying one me. I mean, I genuinely love telling my mom things, but I didn't tell her about the Ramsey issue because I didn't want him to get into trouble.
"It was actually Yehia." She confessed in a rush.
I stared at her for a long time. "Yehia? Yehia? As in my brother, Yehia?-"
"Yes"
"How does Yehia know?" (A/N pronounced: yeh-ya no not yeeeehaaawww)
"I'd rather not say."
"It was Ramsey." I stated. It was definitely Ramsey. He was exceptionally close to my brother. And I would bet any money that he felt the need to inform my older brother. It would be so like him. He would have probably done it for a good cause I admit.
"Ok, Sheri-Anne, I need you to hang the washing on the line." She changed the subject. I decided to let her go this time.
"Why can't Mona do it?" I asked, sounding annoyed.
"Because she's folding the dry clothes. Go. NOW" she ordered bringing in the motherly authority.
I sighed and trudged up the stairs to my room. I put on black sweatpants and a fitted blue T-shirt then ran downstairs again. My mom looked up.
"The clothes are already outside." She informed me.
I pulled on the scarf part of my prayer clothes and stepped outside. The sky was grey. It looked like it was going to rain any minute then. I lazily took each garment and hung it up on the line. I didn't put any pegs. I hate putting pegs. It's so useless and time wasting.
I grabbed the empty basket which had had the clothes in it and walked back inside.
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I sat at my desk trying to concentrate on my homework since the wind was howling outside.
"SHEREEN!"
I groaned.
"YES?"
"The washing's coming off the line, please go collect it."
I obediently went down the stairs and out to the backyard.
Naturally, I picked up a few of my clothes first. My jeans, my singlets, my…..undergarments.
Then it started to rain. I absolutely love rain.
So I hung the clothes I had in my hand and started swirling around.
That's when I saw a face, a flash of red skin and black then the face was gone.
When I realized that someone had seen me without my scarf on, I ran into my house.
I replayed the face in my head.
Then it hit me.
Jacob Black had just seen me without my scarf.
Jacob Black had seen my hair.
Jacob Black had just given me another reason for me to hate him……
Why? Why? Why?
Didn't expect that, did you?? Of course you didn't, for I am THE Writer! MUHAHAHAHA Loool, well wait for the next chapter and don't forget to review.
And yes I know there were a lot of A/N's in this chapter :D
Love you all,
Confused23
Yes, I love my best friend shereen!! And without her I wouldn't be here right now (she made me write that).