Bound To YOU

Chpater 3: Meeting the Highschool Badboy

I walked in the new school hallway and made my way towards the locker. My locker was towards the English hallway. I went to my locker and opened it. I took out my books from the bag and put it in the locker. I pulled away the thin jacket and put it on the locker as well.

As I was about the take out my time table, I felt a tap on my arm. I looked to my side and saw a girl, wearing a jeans and long sleeve top with a cardigan. Her hair was short and straight, went till her neck.

"Hello," she smiled. "Are you the new student here?"

I nodded, adjusting my glasses.

"I am Emily," she smiled. "Nice to meet you."

I nodded. I wasn't good with making friends. But, she looked friendly. "I am Yumna," I said to her.

She smiled. "I like your glasses, Yumna. You look cute."

I smiled at her. "T-t-thank you, Emily," I told her.

I wasn't used to with getting compliments.

"Can I see your time table?" she asked, leaning near my locker. "Actually today is the first day of the new term and I don't want to go to my class alone."

I nodded.

I took out my time table and showed her that.

She took a look and nodded. A smile formed on her lips. "We have English and Drama together," she smiled. "You have a lot of business courses."

I smiled. "I do. I heard that my dad was a businessman so I want to be a businesswoman someday. Like him."

Emily smiled. "He was a good man," she said softly.

I looked at her confusingly.

What did she meant by that?

She noticed me looking at her confusingly and quickly changed her words. "I mean, he must be a good man."

I nodded. He probably was. I couldn't remember him, but grandma told me that dad had many companies and he would give zakat as well as extra donations to different orphanages.

We heard the bell rang.

"Oh, come on," she said as she took my hand on her and began to drag me towards the English class.

She dragged me to the class and we both went inside the class. The classroom was huge, filled with at least 30 to 35 students.

We took the front seats.

The teacher came to the class, holding a bunch of books including a few novels and Shakespeare plays.

"Good morning, students," the teacher said. "I am Mr. Lam and I will be your English teacher."

I took out my note book and began to take notes as Mr. Lam spoke.

After the class finished, Emily and I got out of the classroom.

"I have Introduction to Business I now," I said, looking at the time table.

"Yes," she said. "I will show you the room."

"Thanks," I smiled and followed her.

As we walked, we talked about a few things. She told me about a bunch of things she liked and disliked about English and I was paying attention to her so much that I didn't pay attention to the people in front of me.

A boy was running towards me and there was a teacher running behind him.

"Stop! Stop running in the hallway!" A teacher yelled as he ran behind the guy.

The boy ran fast and then as I was talking to Emily, he ran into me and we bumped onto each other.

I was pushed on the floor while he managed to stop before he fell on me.

"Ouch," I whispered as my wounded back hit the floor.

The plastic bottle, that was given to me by my grandma in my 11th birthdays, was in my side pocket of the school bag broke, making all the water spill on the floor.

I heard the students laughing.

It was embarrassing. I quickly sat upright and fixed my hair. I looked at him angrily. Students circled around me and laughed.

I took the water bottle and noticed all the water has gone empty.

Great!

Now the whole day I was stuck in school without any water.

Not only that! He broke the water bottle that my grandma brought for me!

How dare he?!

I looked at the boy who was also laughing with other students.

I got off the floor and looked at him angrily. "Hey you! What the hell, man?!" I yelled as I pushed the boy on the wall. "Don't you have eyes to see!"

The boy looked at me in shock as if nobody had ever spoke to him like that.

"Did you have any idea what you have done, Mr. Asshole!" I yelled as I grabbed onto his shirt collar.

He kept looking at me.

"And why the heck you were running in the hallway, huh?!" I yelled, gripping his shirt collar tighter. "Did you pea in your pants that you have to go to washroom badly, Mr. Asshole?"

The students laughed.

The boy looked at me angrily. He grabbed my hands and pulled it away from his shirt collar and he twirled it around and pushed me on the wall.

"It wasn't my fault?!" he yelled. "Didn't you had eyes to see or are you too blind dreaming of some soap opera, Ms. Nerdypoo!"

The students laughed making me feel humiliated.

"And what are you upset about, huh?" he yelled as he took the broken plastic bottle in his hand. "You are upset about this little s**t?! Well let me tell you, b***h, that this is just a plastic bottle! Not some sort of expensive jewellery, darn it!"

I pushed him away. "It is more than a jewellery to me, Mr. Asshole!"

"This little thing?" he laughed. Then he took the plastic bottle and slammed it on the wall, making it all broken into pieces.

I watched in horrific.

How could he do something?

"There, now go and pick the small pieces and make a necklace out of it and wear it around your neck," he laughed off as he went away.

The students laughed and began to go for their classes. I sat on the floor and touched those little plastic pieces.

That boy was such an asshole!

"Yumna," Emily said, sitting beside me. "You okay?"

I didn't say anything.

Uncle had never given me or grandma any money. We were just a burden to him. If the education wasn't free and a necessary in Canada, then probably I wouldn't be able to even come to school.

Because we never had any money for us, in my 11th birthday, grandma worked in a resturant and brought a whole school bag set for me. The water bottle was a part of the set as well. As time went by, the bad became too small for me, so I put the bag away but kept using the water bottle as it meant a lot to me.

I knew the water bottle was small and cheep and childish but it was something that my grandma gave me when I was 11 years old.

But today . . .

Tears rolled down my eyes.

Emily patted my back. "Girl, don't cry. It is just a plastic bottle-"

"It is not just a plastic bottle," I said to her as I looked at her. "This was a present to me from my grandma on my 11th birthday."

Her eyes wided and she hugged me. "That i***t will pay for it. I will make sure of it," she said as I hugged her back.