Okay, this is my first time writing any romance. Please be brutally honest. Also, I need advice. This story is written in third person point of view, but I want to alternate between the viewpoints of the two characters. How should I seperate them? Thanks
Noor walked into her classroom, keeping her gaze lowered. She made her way to her seat in the back corner next to the window and looked quickly at her classmates. He was late today. She placed her books and pencil case on the desk, ready for the first lesson and settled in to wait for the bell to ring. “Your eyes staring back at me, my heart starts to skip a beat,” she sang softly to herself, adjusting her white scarf.
Someone cleared their throat, and she closed her eyes again, preparing for the onslaught. “Look at Miss Sheikha, not showing even a strand of hair!”
The whole class turned to look at her and she felt her skin prickle and crawl with embarrassment. “I’m following my religion.”
“I’m following my religion,” mimicked another girl. That particularly stung, coming from Warda Hussein. Noor looked at her, all five foot six inches of figure eight perfection. Those were the kind of girls he liked. The kind of girls who could model for Victoria’s Secret. The kind of girls who turned heads simply because of their beautiful faces. The kind of girls who looked good even if they were wearing school uniform.
Noor’s heart sank and she looked away. How many times had she told herself this? He would never think to look at her, short, skinny, middle-class thing. The only thing she had going for her was her hair. And maybe her eyes. And that was it.
* * *
Ahmed walked into his classroom; shirt untucked and ran his fingers through his hair purposely. Warda said she liked his hair messed up. He waggled his eyebrows at her as he passed her desk and she smiled coyly. “How was your weekend, love?”
“Awesome…I went to that party at Wild Waters yesterday, it went on till like five in the morning…I’m exhausted. How come you didn’t go?”
“Ugh…my mom thinks I go out too much. She says it’s not ‘decent’.”
No, it’s definitely not, he thought, but didn’t dare say that out loud. The bell rang.
“What do we have first?”
“History…did you do that shit assignment?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Since when do I ever do homework?”
She winked. “We’ve got much better things to do, right?”
Their history teacher walked into the room. “Good morning class.”
He walked lazily to his place and sat down.
“Good morning, Sir,” echoed the rest of the class.
“I trust you all had a good weekend?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He cradled his head in his hands. Good weekend alright.
The teacher turned to the whiteboard. “Okay, good. Today we’ll be looking closely at…”
The class geek raised his hand. “Sir, the assignment…?”
Everyone groaned and turned to face him angrily. “Jay!”
He shrunk back in his seat, wishing he hadn’t spoken. Ahmed threw him a glare. “Nerd.”
* * *
Noor winced as Jay stared determinedly at the floor. Her heart went out to the pimply, lanky, bespectacled teenager. He was the smartest kid in their year but as far as popularity went…
“Hey, Jay,” she whispered as one of her classmates walked around collecting the assignments. “Don’t worry about it. It’s your final year here.”
He looked at her and smiled weakly. “Yeah, I guess.”
“How’s Amrita? Enjoying uni?”
“She’s great…she says it’s really hard. I’m kind of nervous, especially since I’m going to be studying Aviation.”
Noor smiled encouragingly. “You’re a genius Jay. You’ll be just fine.”
“Silence please,” said their History teacher. “So, today we’re going to discuss the subject of your assignment. Someone briefly summarize what we were looking at.”
Noor threw a glance in his direction. After all these years, after all this time, he was still the most goodlooking guy she had ever seen. He still made her heart jump just a little whenever she looked at him. Since Grade six. How long was this impossible crush going to continue? She looked down at her notes, bringing her attention back to the present.
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