Chapter dedicated to SlaveOfAllah3    -   Important A/N in the end :)

Amira's POV

"What?" I asked him.

He stood there, staring at me. I give him a blank expression and lower my gaze. I knew my cheeks were on fire. His eyes were like a lazer.

"Can I come in?" He questioned before clearing his throat. I shook my head, no. Yes, I have been in room with him alone once. I just didn't want him to enter my room.

"Well I was planning, I-if we...go out for dinner?" He scratched his head, awkwardly.

I wanted to yell or even snap at him but I maintained a smile.

"Dinner? Sure." I smiled.

"Wait... Are you serious?"

"Yah. It should be fun." I didn't care if my plan was cruel, he deserved it.

"Great! Um, so should I pick you-"

"No!" I cut him off.

"I'm going to come over there. Where exactly are we going?"

"I know this little restaurant that I always used to go to. We can go somewhere else if you want."

I shook my head.

"It's fine."

"Okay, well I'll see you at 8?"

"I'll see you then." I gave him a fake smile.

This date was certainly going to be interesting...

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7:57 pm

I was seriously about to cancel the whole date because for some odd reason, I was nervous.
I mean I was the one who agreed so why I should be nervous?

After getting ready, I drove to the restaurant. I debated on whether to wait for him because I was early but I just decided to wait for him inside.

The restaurant was actually very beautiful. It might have been small but inside there was a huge fireplace, the whole room was dimmed, they had some beautiful paintings on the wall and the atmosphere was just really calm.

"Can I just get water for now, I'm waiting for someone." I told the waiter.

"Definitely." The waiter replied with a nod.

"Thank you."

The time was now 7:58. Was he really about to ditch me? Was I was the one who was going to get embarrassed after all?

Nope. That wasn't going to happen.

I looked around once more and finally saw him entering the restaurant.

Finally.

"I'm so sorry for being late, I got caught up with something." He said, breathlessly.

Sure you did.

"No problem, I just came a minute ago." I lied.

"Did you order?"

"No. She's coming back though." I said, signaling for the waiter.

"Are you guys ready to order?" She said cheerfully.

"Yes, can I get some fries and pasta."

"And I'll get the chicken and fries." He said.

"Perfect. And the drinks?"

"I'll have a coke."

"Dr Pepper." I told her.

"Okay. Your order will be ready in few minutes."

"Thank you."

There was an awkward silence when she left.

"So, what did you have to do?" I ask him, trying to break the tension.

"I was babysitting."

"Babysitting?" I repeated, surprised.

"Yeah, my nephews. My aunt usually goes out on Fridays with my mom, so I usually help out." He replied, taking a sip from his drink.

"That's nice of you."

"I volunteer because I love those guys. Suhaib is the youngest, 4 years old, and Ahmed is 6. I'm really close to them because two years ago, I used to live with them. They're special." He grinned.

"So they don't run away from you?" I teased.

"Hey, I'm not a monster." He chuckled.

"If you say so. What's your hobby?"

Besides bullying me.

"What's yours?"

"I asked you first."

"I play basketball sometimes when I'm alone or when I'm frustrated. You?"

"Well, I like painting." That's one thing I'm good at.

"Really? Can I see your work?"

He was doing such a great job acting like he cared.

"Maybe. I don't do it anymore but I think I have some left. Anyways, tell me more about you."

He sighed. "Well, besides me being a great babysitter, I had a amazing big brother."

"Had?"

"He died." He admitted.

"He was religious." He continued. "And I was religious at that point of my life. I mean, religion was honestly on my mind at time when he was alive. His death changed me and I forgot all about religion then you changed me, well my guilt did."

"What happened?" I asked, quietly. I truly wanted to know what happened to him. His whole mood changed as soon as he started talking about his brother. He actually sounded...sad. He has feelings.

"I honestly don't know. I mean believe it or not, I used to bully you because of his death." He chuckled softly.

I opened my mouth but I was interrupted by the waiter.

"Here's your food, sorry it took some time. Anything else I can get you guys?"

"No thank you." He smiled. Was that a sincere smile?

"Thank you. This looks great." I told her. And it did. I didn't know why I've never heard of this restaurant before but I'm coming again for sure.

"So, should I continue or am I boring you already?" He said, handing me my drink.

"No, continue." I wanted him to finish the story. My pasta was really hot, so I just ate the fries.

"I know that when you look at me, you would never think I was once religious but I was, I am now. I had a strong connection with Allah. I mean I used to attend every lecture at the mosque, encourage my friends to come, doing a lot of charities for the mosque with him. They used to call us the two sheikhs but that changed."

"So what happened?"

He was silent for a moment before he answered.

"I don't if it was the death of my big brother or something but all I know is that one day I woke and I wasn't the same. Mom tried to talk to me, lecture me but it didn't work. I didn't listen to anyone. It was like I changed overnight. It was kind of scary." He said quietly, his food untouched.

"You might want to eat, your food is going to get cold." I reminded him.

So he used to be religious and is now. He was right, looking at him, I would never believe that. All I knew about him was that he was a bully but now I could see that he was hurting. All that tough crap disappeared.

The person in front of me was completely different. His head was down and I could tell that this was subject was sensitive to him.

"So you don't want to learn anything about me?" I grinned.

"Okay, Ms Mysterious, tell me something about you since I did all the talking tonight."

"Do you see this scar?" I pointed to a small scar near my eye.

"Really small, but yeah, I can see it."

"So there was these glass doors that my aunt had when I was little. I used to visit her a lot in the summer and spend few weeks there. I was having a bad day because my cousins were irritating me."

"I have a feeling this is going to be funny."

"It's not. You know how the ice cream man comes during the summer?"

He nodded, grinning.

"Well, I was already mad so can you imagine when I found out that I missed the ice cream man? I was waiting for him the whole day and just when I decide to get a drink, he comes."

"Don't tell me your cousins didn't tell you." He laughed.

"Those little brats didn't. On purpose. So I come running outside and they're looking at me with evil smirks, licking their stupid ice cream. I was so mad that I forgot we had glass doors so imagine when I thought it was a window."

"Ouch! Your cousins remind me of my brother. Some days he would get me mad on purpose but would end up making it up to me."

"Sounds like you guys were close."

"We were." He said softly. "We were really close and there's some days when I still can't believe he's gone. He was my brother and best friend. There wasn't anything I used to hide from him. "

"I'm so sorry."

"When I think back, I regret so much things but one thing I regret so much is the disappointment in his eyes that night. I used to disappoint him and now that's one thing I regret so much. I wonder if things might have been different if I just let him help me. But it was too late."

This was getting scary. I was actually feeling sorry for him. For this bully that's been bullying me for years. What did Mazin do to make his brother be disappoint in him?

Was I being too nice?

"Listen, can I say something," he asked

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

"What?"

Please don't let him apologize. I was already having a hard time rethinking about my plan.

"For bullying you. I guess I needed to take some anger off and I chose to do it on you. I mean to be honest, I thought you were like them first. Then I saw how much I was hurting you and... I knew I went too far I guess. I understand if you don't accept my apology because I wouldn't either but I just needed to get this off my chest. " He said, looking at me with those sad eyes.

Ohh, this wasn't good.

" I should probably go," I got my bag and head out of the restaurant.

I heard him calling my name but I ignored it.

I couldn't forgive him, not yet, maybe never.

I knew if I did I would fall for my bully, and believe me that's the last thing I would want. I get in my car and head start home, the only thing that was on my mind was Mazin.

My bully was on my mind.

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