AsYa FF: Give your heart a break Chp 6 FINALLY up and Authors note pag

"Okay Zoe, I think that's everything", the tall man said as he carried the last box labeled "Kitchen Utensils" into the small, blue house.

"Thanks Ay, I really appreciate it." The young lady replied.

Zoya Farooqi, along with her four year old son, had just moved to Sera Buena from Palo Alto, California. Last year she graduated from Stanford, and she had just contacted her old High School Principal for an application to be an English Teacher, her dream job. Luckily, she got the job, so she packed up her belongings and moved back to her hometown. She hasn't been back since' that fateful night.

"So Fahad, you like the house?" Ayaan Khan asked his "nephew" Fahad.

"Yeah! It's so cool! It's a lot bigger than the old apartment, and we even have a back yard!" Fahad exclaimed, with a beaming smile on his face.

"We're going to have to get you a basketball hoop then, maybe you'll be able to beat me."

"Sweet!" Fahad yelled, as he pumped his fist through the air. "Can we get one mommy, please?"

"We'll see baby," Zoya kindly told her son as she ran a hand through his short, sandy hair.

"Hey Fahad, why don't you go in your room and play, I want to talk to your mom for a little while, okay?" Ayaan asked.

Fahad nodded his head, and ran up the stairs to his new room.

"Zoe, are you okay being back here? Like really okay?" Ayaan asked his best friend with concerned eyes.

Zoya took a deep breath. "Yeah, yes. I'm okay. I mean, yeah it's a little hard, but it's been like four years, it's time to move on. I won't let him ruin my life. This is a new chapter in my life now. Besides I missed you guys." Zoya said referring to her high school friends, Ayaan Khan, Humaira Khan, Sierra Martinez, Gabrielle Solis and Jake Jordan. "I missed a lot of little milestones, and I want Fahad to grow up here. It's home...no matter what."

"Speaking of moving on, is there any chance you're going to start dating again? Humaira has a lot of-"

"Don't even say it Ayaan Rashid Khan!" Zoya yelled as she interrupted him.

"I'm not ready to date, I still have Fahad to worry about, and even if I did want to date, which I don't- I can find my own dates. Thank you very much!" Zoya huffed.

"Okay sorry.." Ayaan said as he held his hands up in defense.

Zoya laughed "It's fine, I love you for caring though."

Ayaan smiled, content with her answer. "Okay, well if you need anything, and anything at all let me know. You know Humaira and I will always be here for you. And you really don't need to worry about him. He's long gone. I promise you, Sera Buena is safe. We won't let anything happen."

"Thanks Ayaan, you're the best!" Zoya beamed and hugged her friend.

"So anyway, are you excited to start teaching Monday?" Ayaan asked, changing the topic.

Zoya raked her bottom lip through her teeth, and blew out a deep breath. "Um, well I'm more like nervous as hell, then excited." Zoya giggled.

"Hey, there's nothing to be nervous about. You were the best tutor in high school, remember? Besides, it's your dream to teach, you're going to do great." Ayaan patted Zoya on the back.

"Yeah I hope you're right." She smiled. "Tell Humaira I said hi, and I'm going to need her to help me decorate!" Zoya said as she pointed to the plain walls, and open living room.

A&F

(Three Days Later')

Beep! Beep! Beep! Zoya groaned as her alarm clock disturbed her from her peaceful slumber. She slowly opened her big, brown eyes and glanced at the clock that read 6:23. "Ugh, it's too early." She mumbled to herself. She knew she had to get up though, because it was her first day of work. She tore herself out of bed and walked to her closet, which still was pretty vacant. She took out a black pencil skirt and green ruffled top, along with black pumps, and silver earrings. When she finished dressing, she took a long look in the mirror, and smiled softly to herself. Zoya never considered herself beautiful, she was just well, Zoya. She quickly put on mascara, a soft shade of pink lip stick, and eye liner. When she was finished, she walked to her son's room and peeked in the room. It was now 7:00 and she had to be at work at 7:30.

"Hey Fahad, it's time to wake up baby." Zoya gently whispered in his ear.

"Good morning mommy!" Fahad said as he opened his brown eyes.

"Mommy has a busy day today, so get dressed, and then we can have chocolate chip pancakes. So chop-chop!" Zoya said as she clapped her hands, and walked toward the kitchen.

A few minutes later Fahad came in and took a seat at the breakfast counter. Zoya poured him a glass of milk, and put two pancakes on his plate. Fahad licked his lips as he waited.

"So momma, are you excited for your big day?" Fahad asked as he took a large bite of his pancake.

Zoya smiled as she watched her son. "Yes, I'm very excited, but I'm going to miss you so much!" She replied.

"I'm gonna miss you too, but Aunt Humaira said she's going to show me around Sera Buena today!" Fahad squealed with excitement.

Zoya giggled at her sons antics "Okay, well you be good for Aunt Humaira, and make sure to listen to everything she says."

"I know mommy, I'm a good boy!" Fahad said and his blue eyes twinkled in the light.

"Yes you are! Have a good day, now c'mon we're going to be late!"

A&F

Zoya rushed to her car after dropping Fahad off at Humaira and Ayaan' house. She glanced at the clock on the dash and it said 7:23. She took a deep breath. "Ugh I'm going to be so late" she muttered to herself. Luckily, she didn't have a class first period, but she still wanted to make a good first impression. She pulled into the parking lot five minutes later, and ran inside the building. She made her way to the front desk, and smiled widely. "Hi, I'm Miss. Farooqui. Today is my first day here; do I need to sign in?" She asked.

The lady looked up from her computer and quickly glanced over Zoya, and gave her a snobby look. "You're late. She spat. "Teachers need to be here at 7:15 sharp. Don't make it a habit or I'll be sure to tell Principal Rumpkis." She said to Zoya while staring back at her computer.

"Right. I'm sorry, I just had to drop my son off, but I hit traffic, then I had to get coffee, and I-"Zoya started to say but the lady looked up and rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, just go before the bell rings."

Zoya nodded and started to speed walk toward her classroom. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going, and as she turned the corner she collided with a hard chest.

Zoya was carrying two folders, and a coffee. When she bumped into the person, the folders went sailing to the ground, along with numerous papers, and a small amount of coffee splashed across onto the person's shirt. Zoya didn't look up at the person's face, but she glanced straight across and saw the coffee stain on the 'Ravens Basketball Coach' shirt.

"What the hel-"The man started to say, but he glanced down into the most beautiful pairs of deep hazel eyes he had ever seen. He actually felt his heart stop in his chest. His stomach started to do flips, when her eyes locked with his brown ones. He never felt like that around a girl- no woman before.

"Oh my god! I'm so, so, so, sorry!" He heard the woman say. "I'm new here, it's actually my first day, and I'm late, I was rushing, I wasn't paying attention, and I-"

Asad thought it was adorable how the lady kept rambling, and he couldn't help but smile.

Asad cut her off, "It's okay, don't worry about it." He found himself saying. Usually he would have been pissed, and made a scene, but for some reason he was nervous around her, and he still felt calm.

"I know, I just feel really bad, I mean I got coffee all over you! You're going to be late, or maybe not, I don't know' I'm sorry. I should stop talking now" Zoya's cheeks reddened, as she caught herself rambling again. God Zoya what the hell are you saying? Can't you just stop rambling for like seconds? Oh my- am I blushing? I think I'm sweating. It's hot in this school! He's laughing! Why is he laughing? He's gorgeous! Say something idiot! God I really hate myself right now. Zoya thought to herself.

Asad laughed, and kept thinking how cute she was. Just when he thought she couldn't be cuter, he saw her blush. His breath got caught in his throat, but finally found his voice. "It's cool. Seriously, don't worry about it. It's just a shirt, not a big deal. If anything, I should apologize, I made you drop your papers. Here let me help you." Asad said as he bent down to grab some of the fallen papers.

"Oh uh, thank you. I'm such a klutz" Zoya said, and she also bent down and grabbed some papers. I just said that out loud didn't I? Asad laughed. God his laugh' Neither was really paying attention, and they both reached across for the same paper. Their hands quickly brushed up against each other, and they both felt a spark ignite through their bodies. Keep it together, Khan. Asad chastised himself. He glanced up and saw her blush again. She quickly turned around to pick up another paper. Why am I acting like some high school girl around her crush, I don't even know him! Zoya thought. Asad finished picking up the papers and looked up, but cursed himself. He was staring straight at the woman's behind. Her skirt rode up a little and he could see her thin, tan thighs. He felt his mouth go dry, and he licked his lips. Holy shit! He thought. Zoya turned around when she picked up another paper. She saw the man standing staring down at her, and blushed again. She definitely just caught me staring, great move Khan.

He cleared his throat and extended his hand down to help her up. Zoya stared at his hand for a few seconds, and then realized what he was trying to do. She took hold of it, and again they both felt the same spark flow through their veins. Something must be wrong with me Asad thought. Her small hand fit perfectly in his large, calloused one. Once she was on her feet, she smiled.

"Thank you." She said softly.

Asad smiled. "Sure, no problem. Anytime." Wait, what the hell did I just say? Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

Zoya giggled. "So um. Sorry again about your shirt. I guess I'll see you around?"

Asad nodded, but felt sad that this was the end of their brief encounter. She felt drawn to her, and wanted to be near her more. "Hey- uh wait. You're new right?" Asad quickly asked, and Zoya nodded. "Yeah. How'd you know?"

"I never saw you before, and believe me, I would've remembered if I did." Asad smirked.

Dude that was so frickin lame.

Is he flirting with me?

Zoya smiled, but didn't trust herself to say something not stupid.

Asad cleared his throat. "Well if you need me to show you around or something, just let me know. I'm Asad Ahmed Khan, by the way. Gym teacher, and boys' basketball coach." Asad proudly said.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Asad Ahmed Khan. Well actually I guess we could've met on better circumstances'" Zoya shook her head, and closed her eyes. "Sorry I tend to ramble' um anyway. I'm Zoya Farooqui. New English teacher." They both smiled.

"Welcome to St. Teresa's High School. The place where the students drive better cars then you, and the faculty are all old, snobs." Asad explained.

Zoya laughed. "Yeah I got to meet the lady at the front desk' I'm not gonna lie, I was kind of scared."

Asad smiled, "Yeah don't worry she has that effect on everyone."

Zoya laughed again, but then the bell to start homeroom rang. "Well I guess I better go' See you around Mr. Khan." Zoya smiled.

Asad nodded "Yeah, I hope so." And they both parted their ways.

*******

<font size="4" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" color="#9933cc">INDEX: Chapter 1- above</font>

<font size="4" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" color="#9933cc"> Chapter 2- Pg 5</font>

<font size="4" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" color="#9933cc"> Chapter 3- Pg 10</font>

<font size="4" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" color="#9933cc"> Chapter 4- Pg 16</font>

<font size="4" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" color="#9933cc"> Chapter 5- Pg 19</font>

I just finished reading the second part it's becoming even better.

Loved the way Zoya and Asad met. 😳

I love the concept! So Fahad isn't Asad's son like i thought he was!

This looks really really good! Comtinue sooonnn <3

Please continue soon :D

pari