"I think you're blushing." -Adam Mathews, IASWAD.
CHAPTER TWELVE:Oh My Allah!

Zamzam Amin

I entered first period history with a major headache which I just couldn't shake. I don't know why but I have a feeling today will not be a good day. As I sat down I noticed that Adam didn't try to annoy me, he just sat in his seat and looked deep thought. I guess I should be relieved about that, right? But why am I not? I have no idea what is wrong with me today.

"Hello class," Mrs. Smith said as she closed the door behind her. "Your projects are due in one week so I hope you guys have started on them."

Oh my god I completely forgot about the project! I usually always get my projects done a couple of days before they're due but this time is different. I just had so much to think about this week that I completely forgot. I turned to Adam with my eyes wide open and he did the same. He quickly got out his phone and started texting.

My phone buzzed in my pocket indicating that I got a text.

Mr. Cocky: Let's meet up at the library tomorrow.

I quickly started to reply to him hoping Mrs. Smith won't look my way and catch me.

Me: Okay.

After another 40 minutes or so, the bell rang and everyone sprang from their seats. "Zamzam and Adam can you guys stay for a second?" Mrs. Smith asked as she gestured for us to go to her desk. What could she want? After a couple of seconds we made our way to her desk.

"I have to ask you guys something."

That much I figured, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. You see Mrs. Smith and I never really had a good relationship. Ever since freshmen American History she would always test my patience. "What is it?" Adam asked in a slightly annoyed tone. "Well I am directing the school musical this year and I could use both of you guys's assistance." She stated as she looked at both of Adam and I.

I really don't like the sound of this.

"Since Zamzam you're great with drawing and designing you could help with set design. And Adam, I've heard you sing before and you're really good. I really need both of you guys because if we don't pull this play off people are going to stop funding for the arts at this school. So that means no glee, drama or art clubs. Also if you guys do decide to do it it'll count as volunteer hours. Adam all you have to do is audition and Zamzam all you have to do is listen in and draw sketches of set designs. The only reason I'm asking you guys is because I know you're both really talented and your talents can make a big impact."

Work on the school play? I honestly don't know what to think. I mean I love the arts at this school but I can't handle seeing more of Mr. Cocky over here. But then again it's not about me. "I'll do it." Adam agreed with a shrug of his shoulders. To say I'm surprised he agreed to it so easily is an understatement. I guess he's not so selfish after all. "I will as well." I finally responded. What happened next surprised me, Mrs. Smith got up and gave both of us hugs."Great! We're meeting at 5 for practice!" She shouted as we left her class room.

Why do I feel like this wasn't such a good idea after all? "I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." Adam whispered as he leaned into my ear. "Also don't forget about the dare." He reminded me with a cocky smirk. Taking a step back, I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't worry I didn't forget. I have 6 months to change you and I think I'm already getting through to you. This is going to be easier than I thought." I then walked away from him, leaving him in the halls.

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I parked my car in front of the school and got out. I can't believe I'm helping with the school play, I never thought I'd work on a play before. I entered the schools gym where all of the kids who were a part of the play gathered around. There really wasn't much of them in the room, now I could see why Mrs. Smith was desperate for more people. The moment I entered I noticed a group of girls were gathered around Adam as if he was some movie star. If Dylan O'Brien were here then I'd understand them going crazy over a guy.

"Finally Zamzam you're here! Now we can go on," Mrs. Smith exclaimed as she walked into the center of the gym. "The only person left to audition is Adam. So the floor is yours." He got off of his seat and stood next to Mrs. Smith. He whispered something in her ear and she walked to her computer which was set up to the projector. Seconds later the Karaoke version of 'Let Me Love You' by NeYo popped up.

*Adam's voice ⬆️*

"Much as you blame yourself, you can't be blamed for the way that you feel. Had no example of a love that was even remotely real. How can you understand something that you never had? If you let me, I can help you out with all of that," He started off slowly. His melodious voice filled the whole entire gym. Wow I didn't know he was this good at singing! "Let me love you and I will love you until you learn to love yourself. Let me love you, I know your trouble. Don't be afraid, oh I can help. Let me love you and I will love you until you learn to love yourself. Let me love you!"

"A heart of numbness gets brought to life. I'll take you there," He continued to sing, his voice raised more by every verse. He then looked at me directly as he continued to sing. "I can see the pain behind your eyes, it's been there for quite a while. I just wanna be the one to remind you what it is to smile.
I would like to show you what true love can really do!"

"Let me love you and I will love you until you learn to love yourself. Let me love you, I know your trouble. Don't be afraid, oh I can help. Let me love you and I will love you until you learn to love yourself. Let me love you! A heart of numbness, is brought to life. I'll take you there. Let me love you and I will love you until you learn to love yourself. Let me love you, I know your trouble. Don't be afraid, oh I can help." He finally concluded and then turned away from me. What in the world was that supposed to mean?  He surely wasn't singing that for me. By the time he was done the few girls who were here went nuts and started shouting. I, on the other hand just sat there with my mouth hung open.

"Thank you Adam." Mrs. Smith said as she gave him a smile. I bet this was just an ego boost for him, having all of these girls go crazy for him. "I think you're blushing." He said as he walked passed me. I immediately covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. Since when was he able to make me blush!? Ugh!

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Adam Mathews

I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, did she really think I was singing that for her? I was just trying to see if I could make her blush and it worked! Oh god I love messing with Scarfy. That just literally made my day.

I let out a silent laugh as I walked towards my car. I'm supposed to meet up with Isa at his house again today to discuss more about the plan for revenge. After hearing what Isa told me it made me more motivated to give Avon a taste of his own medicine.

* * *

"I was invited to a party Avon is hosting this Saturday night. I'm allowed to bring as many people as I want so this would be the perfect time to scope out his house. I heard he usually keeps his stashes locked away in one of the rooms in his house." I gave him a knowing look. This could be it, after we find his stash we could go to the cops. "Wait, that's the day after the tournament. It's perfect timing! After I beat his ass we could turn him over to the cops." Isa stated as the information dawned on him.

After we discussed what we were going to do some more, I decided to go home for the night. The moment I opened Isa's door I was surprised to see Scarfy stepping out of the bathroom with no scarf on. She stared at me wide eyed and stood there like that for a few seconds until she snapped out of it and ran towards her room.

Zamzam Amin

After I came home I decided to hop into the shower and took a nice 30 minute shower. My hair was dripping wet when I came out. The moment I opened the door to the rest room I saw Adam staring back at me. My eyes widened and that's when I noticed I was standing in front of Adam Mathews with no hijab on.

OH. MY. ALLAH!

I immediately darted to my room and locked the door behind me. What the hell was he doing in my house!? Why was he in Isa's room!? Oh my god he just saw my hair! Ya Allah.

SORRY THIS CHAPTER WASNT THAT GOOD!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT! ALSO ITS SPRING BREAK NOW SO FOR A WHOLE WEEK I COULD UPDATE RANDOMLY AT ANY TIME!! JUST TO LET YOU KNOW THIS CHAPTER WAS KINDA HARD FOR ME TO WRITE! BUT HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT ANY WAY!:)

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