AsYa FF: Stolen First Kiss || Chapter 3 P2 updated 22/02/15 - Page 4

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Awesome concept and update...
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Asad seems quite the naughty type and zoya's blood is boiling by just talkin to him 4 5mins...
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Great update! LOL. Kinda reminded me of Vampire Diaries... xD

Nice update dear
Asad joined zoya college & recognised her
He was still the same.
Continue soon plz
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This sounds interesting! Continue soon :D

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Hi guys! I know it's been a while since I've updated and I was honestly so sure of my decision of discontinuing this story but damn!

You guys are so caring and positive that I decided to continue :) I just started High School and am honestly so tensed about it all and still trying to get used to it all so hope you guys don't mind!

Here's a longer chapter to make up for the delay!

CHAPTER 2-

"You have a lot of explaining to do!"

That was the first thing Humaira said to me after she had dragged me into the girls toilets. I had given Ayaan a look which screamed help me! But it was too late, Humaira and Nuzhat had already slammed the door on his stunned face.

Humaira and Nuzhat had forced me into the corner so that my back was digging painfully into the sinks. They had the same expression on their faces, narrowed accusing eyes and flared nostrils.

"How is it that you know the sexy new kid?" Nuzhat questioned.

"And how could you not tell us that you've kissed someone that gorgeous?" Humaira added. I would have laughed at her appalled expression if I still wasn't fuming about my encounter with the stupid arsehole that was Asad Ahmed Khan.

"He is the stupid prick that stole my first kiss at my cousin Furwar's nikah!" I seethed. Humaira and Nuzhat seemed to considered my words for a second before realization flashed in their eyes; it was as if a light bulb had just come to life above their heads.

"Oh, now I understand why you were so angry. You've been mad at him for six years!" Humaira giggled.

I shot her a glare and folded my arms across my chest. "Why are you laughing?"

"Oh come on Shorty!" Nuzhat sighed dreamily. "Why are you complaining that someone that gorgeous kissed you? I've already known the guy for two minutes and I already want to rip his clothes off."

"He's not that gorgeous." I protested.

Humaira and Nuzhat both gave me disbelieving looks.

"Are you blind? He looks like he could be on the front of GQ Magazine!" Nuzhat moaned.

I had to admit I was surprised that Nuzhat was having this reaction to Asad, Nuzhat was never one to make a fuss over guys - I mean never. Humaira and I had learned this after countless movie nights at each other's houses, while Humzie and I were practically drooling over Ranbir Kapoor, Salman Khan, Hrithik Roshan, Nuzhat was always commenting on how bad the camera angles were or how cheesy the actor's lines sounded.

Asad Ahmed Khan was one special guy if he got attention from Nuzhat - it made no sense, it wasn't as if Asad Ahmed Khan had thick brown locks that made your finger itch to run themselves through it, or the most amazing deep honey brown eyes that you just wanted to take a picture of them so you could stare at them all day.

Ok, so maybe Asad Ahmed Khan was a little good looking.

That didn't make him any less of a prick.

"God spent extra time on that boy." Humaira agreed. I scoffed at the love-struck expressions of my best friends, the boy had only been here two minutes and they were already under his spell!

"Whatever, can we please go to class? These toilets smell rank." I wrinkled my nose in disgust as another wave of nausea came over me. I could honestly say that Mecca Secondary College toilets was the smelliest place in all of Bhopal, it smelt like pickles, sweat and piss - I had no idea how the cleaners got paid, the girls toilets looked like they hadn't been cleaned since the stone age.

Humaira and Nuzhat both gagged in disgust as they finally realized how bad this place had smelt, they had probably been under the influence of Asad' yummy smelling aftershave.

"Yeah, let's get out of here, before we die." Humaira grumbled.

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"Ah Miss Farooqui, it's nice of you to finally join us." Mr. Bhatawadekar (I don't know how to spell it lol oops) voice boomed when I stumbled through the door of my English classroom. His small beady eyes took in my flushed appearance and panting breaths. "It seems that you have decided to run a marathon instead of coming to my class on time."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his rubbish joke. For as long as I can remember Mr. B had hated me, with a passion. I had no idea what I had done to make him hate me, I'd been a straight A student all through my years at Mecca SC, I always gave in my homework on time and I tried my best to answer every question in my class, but Mr. B had always had a passionate dislike for me.

"I'm sorry Sir, I-"I panted but I stopped short. I doubt that Mr. B would understand that I was late to class because Ayaan had pulled me all the way to the Gymnasium by the back of my bag just for fun and to make me late.

"There is no need to bore me with your excuses Miss Farooqui." Mr. B waved a hand in dismissively and I bit my tongue to hold back the insult I was dying to call him. "Let me just look at the seating chart to see where you're seating."

I glanced around the class while Mr. B walked over to his desk and riffled through a pile of papers. Nuzhat was sat in the back row, Faisal Ansaari, the schools nerd sat next to her, she grimaced at me and I smiled. Nuzhat hated English class.

The English classroom consisted of four rows of connected desks, pale yellow walls and a disgustingly dirty grey floor. I could see that Mr. B had put the students in rows of four. My heart seemed to stop when I saw there was only one free seat on the second row. This free seat happened to be between the two people I could not bare to sit with, Aryan Qureshi, my ex-boyfriend, and Asad Ahmed Khan, the prick who stole my first kiss.

My breath hitched in my throat and I felt a haze of dizziness wash over me. Please no, this can't be happening! This can't be happening! Please God, you can't be this cruel! I promise I will be a better person! Please, just don't make me sit th-

"Miss Farooqui, please take a seat between Mr. Qureshi and Mr. Khan." Mr. B seemed to sense my despair because a smile made its way onto his lips. I felt tears burn at the back of my eyes but I forced them back before anyone could see. I glanced at Mr. B and allowed my loathing for him to take over my every fiber, I held my head high, gritted my teeth, and marched towards my assigned seat.

I slumped down in my chair and tried to make myself as small as possible by crossing my arms over my chest and curling my toes. Why couldn't I just have been sat by Nuzhat in the back row, or even by Farhan Joshi, a boy who always smelt like off fish sticks? I could feel the envious glares of the girls around me burning into me, any of them would kill to be in my seat right now, sat between the most gorgeous guy in the school and the sexy new kid. It was funny that right now I would rather eat my own vomit then sit here.

"Well hello again Zoya." Asad drawled.

I scoffed under my breath and kept my eyes fixed on the large white board at the front of the classroom. I didn't want to give Asad the satisfaction of even looking in his direction.

Asad let out a small chuckle; he obviously found it amusing that I was ignoring him.

What an idiot.

"Hey Zo," Aryan greeted me hesitantly. I tried not to wince at the sound of his voice, let alone him using my nickname, it was quiet but it still held that sweet tone that he only used with me. "How are you?"

I feel shit thank you, how are you? "I'm great." I chirped falsely.

Aryan nodded and swallowed hard so that his adams apple bobbed. "Good. How was your summer?"

I finally plucked up the courage to look at him. It seemed totally unfair that Aryan had gotten even more gorgeous over the summer. He had spiked his brown hair up with some nice smelling gel which showed off his prominent cheekbones that runaway models would surely be jealous of, and his skin was bronze from his holiday in Spain.

"My summer was good thanks, how was Spain?" I asked politely.

I could sense that half of the class was watching our tense exchanged instead of listening to Mr. B, who was droning on about the book we would be studying this year. I hated the fact that the conversation between Aryan and I seemed forced, we were both treading carefully around each other, as if we were china dolls and could break at any second.

I sighed wistfully as I remembered the times where I could talk to Aryan about anything, the times where we had just spent all day at his house, spooning on his large leather sofa while we watched a cheesy romance movie.

Aryan shifted uncomfortably, a flash of... guilt...? Entering his vibrant green eyes. "Spain?" He repeated before chucking uncomfortably. "Spain, it was, it was great - "

"Of course it was great; you hooked up with that sexy Spanish girl!" Imran Warsi sniggered from beside Aryan.

I felt the blood drain out of my face as Imran's words registered in my head. I found myself looking at Aryan pleadingly, surely it couldn't be true, Aryan wouldn't get over me that quickly, Imran was just joking, he had to be. My heart seemed to shatter as Aryan swore under his breath, his fingers raking through his hair in distress as he refused to meet my eyes.

"You...You slept with someone?" My voice came out hoarse and thick.

Aryan cleared his throat. "I didn't want you to find out like this, I was going to talk to you-"

"Oh really? You were going to talk to me?" I question icily. "Please tell me Aryan, how were you exactly going to explain to me how fast you moved on after our relationship, and slept with a Spanish girl? Did you even take any time to move on? Did you even mean that text you send me last Tuesday night?"

Last Tuesday night at around two in the morning I had been woken up by my phone beeping furiously. After grumbling and groaning for two minutes I had finally found the will to reach out and grab my phone from my bedside table. My phone told me I had one missed call and one new text message - both were from Aryan.

I had reluctantly opened the message, seen as I hadn't heard from Aryan since our breakup and my eyes had widened as I read the three words on the screen of my BlackBerry.

I miss you.

I had re-read it about twenty times before I decided it would be better if I didn't reply. I had set the phone back on my bedside table and snuggled back under the covers, but I hadn't fallen asleep until four in the morning because those three words had been running through my mind the whole time.

I knew I was being stupid, I should be acting nonchalant, I didn't want Aryan to know that I still cared. But it was hard, I had loved Aryan, I had loved him so much that I had gushed about him endlessly in pages and pages of my diary, I had missed the party of the year at Sameera Shetty's house last year so that I could stay with Aryan and look after him after he had had his wisdom teeth removed and even two weeks before we had broken up I had been thinking about going the whole way with him, to actually give him my virginity.

"I'm sorry Zoya, I didn't want it to happen, it just did! I never meant to hurt you." Aryan said. His lips turned down in an ashamed grimace and his green eyes begged for me to understand.

I couldn't bring myself to understand, there was no room inside me to understand, my body was too full of heartbreak. I had thought Aryan was different, that he wasn't one of those boys - but he was just like the rest of them.

"Zo-"He began but I cut him off.

"Please, just don't talk to me."

I turned my body in the opposite direction, I didn't even care that the action bought me closer to Asad who had been watching the whole conversation with his teeth gnawing his bottom lip. I extended my arm forward and rested my head on my open palm and allowed my hair to fall like a curtain, effectively cutting Aryan's view of my face. I tried to take a few deep breaths but it was too late, the tears that were escaping from my eyes had the strength of a tsunami and they couldn't be stopped.

Asad opened his mouth to say something but I quickly locked eyes with him. I shook my head, my eyes pleading with him not to say anything. He snapped his mouth shut and turned his attention to the front of the classroom. I exhaled shakily and tried to stop my shoulders from jostling. I could feel Aryan's eyes burning into my back; he could tell that I was crying.

"The book that we are studying which is called Of Mice and Men, for those of you who have only just started listening, is about two men called George and Lennie who are trying to pursue their American Dream." Mr. B explained but I found myself zoning out. All I could think about was Aryan kissing another girl. It was painful to think about Aryan even talking to another girl, let alone sleeping with another girl.

Had our relationship meant nothing to him? Did he not understand how much I cared for him? Of course I knew that Aryan was not the one, but that didn't mean I didn't love him. I felt sick, I wanted to take back every I love you', every touch, every kiss, but I couldn't.

I was startled when I felt something warm press against my hand. I looked down to see a large hand dwarfing mine, the thumb stroked along my knuckles before they pulled away quickly. I glanced up through tear-filled eyes to see Asad staring unhappily down at me. I couldn't quite believe it that Asad had actually held my hand, even if it had just been for a second. He gave me a small smile, as if he wished that he could cheer me up but he knew he couldn't.

I stared at him, perplexed.

His lips twitched into a smile once again before he turned his attention back to Mr. B, who was now raving about some woman named Curly's wife. I knew that I should have been paying attention but I was too busy replaying what had just happened. For some reason I felt light headed and my hand tingled as I thought about how warm Asad's hand had been on mine.

Had Asad Ahmed Khan actually been sweet?

I glanced back up at Asad in amazement only to see that he was staring at Aaliya Mehra, a girl in the front row. He smirked cockily at her and Aaliya smiled in return. I watched in disgust as he winked which sent Aaliya giggling and blushing like an idiot.

I scoffed at my moment of weakness.

No, Asad Ahmed Khan was a lot of things, and sweet wasn't one of them.

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