We all turned around, shocked to see Zaheer standing there with a box in his hand. Where did he come from? He was only supposed to be back tomorrow?
ME: Err. Umm. Well we were… We were just… (Standing up) I needa go actually, I have this thing. Umm…. Meeting thing soo
TARIQ: (laughing) You said we should ask him, so why are you running away?
I really didn’t want to watch this. What was he going to say? If he was going to say no then the disappointment on my face would’ve been obvious. But if he said yes, well that wouldn’t have been so bad….except for my cheeks probably flaming up in shades of scarlet red. So Zaheer pulled up a chair next to me, leaned in and gave me a quick peck on my cheek
ZAHEER: (whispering) I missed you (Turning around to face the shocked faces of Safiya, Misbah and Camila). Okay so what’s this question you’ll on about?
CAMILA: Weeeell, up front straight out, are you and Yasmeen dating?
ZAHEER: (stroking his beard less chin) Hmm, very good question, you should ask her. Just now I say the wrong answer she’ll bite my head off!
ME: (nudging him hard enough so that he half lost his balance) HEY! That’s not fair! You make me sound so heartless
ZAHEER: Aww. I’m sowwree!
It was probably the cutest expression he had ever made! Ever! And this is the irresistible Zaheer Mohamed I’m talking about!
ME: Whatever (sticking my tongue out at him)
MISBAH: Helloooo! Are you going to answer the question or not?
ZAHEER: I’ll get back to you on that. Right now me and Yasmeen have a meeting.
ME: A meeting? With who?
ZAHEER: (standing up in a dramatic fashion, doing a really bad superman pose) With destiny! Now come ON. Destiny awaits (wink)
ME: (laughing) Lead the way!
He took me through the hallways, the box still in his hand. I started to fall behind, he was walking too fast.
ZAHEER: (slipping his hand through mine) Come on lazy bum! (wink) Don’t wanna be late do you?
ME: Late for what?
I felt like Alice in wonderland, when the little white rabbit was freaking out how he’s going to be late, constantly checking his little watch. I was Alice, Zaheer was the rabbit. He was so eager for me to go to this ‘meeting’. I looked around, we were in the arts and music department, a place I wasn’t familiar with because, well, let’s face it, my talent was lacking in the arts and music department. Of course Zaheer took drama so he knew his way around.
ZAHEER: Close your eyes, and don’t let go of my hand
I closed my eyes and let him lead me into one of the rooms. As soon as we entered I was hit with a fragrance, a beautiful sweet smelling frangrance. I couldn’t quite figure out what the smell was….But then came the smell of food. French bread to be exact. I couldn’t see anything (my eyes were still closed) but my nose was telling me I was in for a treat…
ZAHEER: (whispering into my ear) Open your eyes
I opened them. Before me was a table, set for two. My nose didn’t fail me. Looking at the french bread on the table, I smiles. It was all done in red, red table cloth, red tissues, red flower petals on the floor. I looked around taking my surroundings in and was shocked to see the many reflections of Zaheer and I. We were in the dance room, it was completely mirrored top to bottom. It made the room look so much bigger, more vibrant, in a way, more romantic. I turned to Zaheer…
ME: (smiling from ear to ear) What is all of this?
ZAHEER: Since I couldn’t bring you to France, I brought France to you…Well some of it (walking over to the table pulling out the chair for me to sit on) After you my lady.
ME: (laughing) Thank you,! but seriously How did you pull all this off?
ZAHEER: (sitting down across the table)The drama department loves me! I pulled a few strings, they said I could use this room, it’s the only decent one in the whole school. And then I went running around like a mad chicken buying Frenchy stuff. I appologize if it lack’s ‘frenchness”
ME: It’s perfect! Seriously, I love how its mirrored everywhere.
Zaheer put his hand out across the table, my fingers were pretty soon tied up in a knot with his. He started to stroke my finger, it sent these hectic shivers up my spine.
ZAHEER: I really did miss you
ME: I missed you too
ZAHEER: (smiling half a smile) I saw a cafe just like this, everything was red. That’s why everything today is red. Hey, I almost forgot (reaching for the box) These are for you. Aaliya insisted on buying them! She said it was so unfair we couldn’t take you with us.
ME: (laughing) Oh my word yous sister is too cute! You’ll seriously just tryna make me fat.
ZAHEER: It’s pay back!
ME: Pay back… For what?
ZAHEER : (pouting) When we were kids, you use to call me Zaheer the fatttie, fatsooo, Fat mohammed, Fat Zah!
I started laughing uncontrolably I could not STOP! Not because what he said was funny, but because I remembered calling him that the once and he started crying! The thought of a chubby 12year old Zaheer crying was just hillarious. And then he and I started to have our daily dose of arguing. Once again, we were pulled in to this whole other world, that just had him and I, and nobody else. After laughing and defending our ‘fat’ stories for what seemed like hours, Zaheer stood up and held out his hand
ZAHEER: Yasmeen Raheem, Can I have this dance?
ME: (tilting my head to the side) Didn’t I give you a dance? Under the stars?
ZAHEER: So who said you can only dance once in your lifetime?
ME: I’ve got to warn you though, I’m not much of a dancer (taking his hand and standing up)
ZAHEER: (Pulling me closer so that I could feel the warmth of his body) Nonsense! I remember you being quite the ballet expert back then (wink)
ME: Oh god! You remember that? Me in a tutu?!?! Can you imagine!
ZAHEER: (looking down at our feet) So you going to start moving or we just going to be statues?
ME: There’s no music….You cant dance to no music
ZAHEER: On the contrary mademoiselle, (pulling me closer so that I couldn’t breath) Dancing to no music is the best kind
And before I knew it we were doing this messed up dance where Zaheer would just spin me in circles! And push me outwards then pull me back in. It was crazy because we had no idea what we were doing. To others we probably looked like fools, hopelessly in love. But to each other, it was something neither of us would forget
ZAHEER: (smiling half a smile) So, am I forgiven?
ME: (looking confuzzled) Forgiven for what?
ZAHEER: For leaving you here in this crap hole
ME: (laughing)It wasn’t sooo bad. I found my people’s! But yes you’re forgiven
ZAHEER: (laughing) Your peoples? Who? Those South African chicks? They don’t like me very much (guilty expression)
ME: Should I be worried as to WHY they don’t like you Zaheer?? (raising eyebrows )
ZAHEER: Let’s just say I pulled a prank on that girl, the one in year 13, Safiya. And (chuckling) She didn’t like it very much
So after Zaheer explained to me ‘The Prank” that I swore I would never mention again, the laughter started! And couldn’t stop. You really couldn’t blame me, i mean only Zaheer Mohamemd would think of doing something so stupid! So when the teacher walked into the room, the sight she probably saw was me breaking down crying tears of laughter in Zaheer’s arms
TEACHER: What is going on here you two?
ZAHEER: Missss! This is Yasmeen, remember I told you about her
TEACHER: (smiling) Zaheer, of course. Only you can make a racket like that.
ME: Err (wiping away a tear) Sorry Miss, Umm, Hi.
TEACHER: Don’t forget to clear this room up once you’re done!
ZAHEER: Thanks miss (cheesy smile)
Then she left, Zaheer turned to look at me and we were in fits by then!
ME: Doesn’t this remind you of the time we were at my hotel! And we just could NOT stop laughing!
ZAHEER: (laughing) Yes, yes it does… ( lifting up my hand and entwining his fingers through mine, admiring the bling on my finger) Nice ring….
ME: Thanks, It was a gift!
ZAHEER: (sarcastic shocked expression) Oh REILLY now? Might I ask, who bought it for you?!?
ME: Hmm…a friend. You might know him. Short, fat, slightly balding (wink)
ZAHEER: (Big O face) HEY! I am not balding…….Am I?
ME: (laughing) Jokes baby boy! Not at all!
ZAHEER: Sooooo I’m your ‘friend’?
ME: Well what else would you be… (wink)
ZAHEER: I was thinking more along the lines of……..
ZAHEER: If I tell you, you gonna go tell your friends?
ME: I dunno. Do you want me not to?
ZAHEER: It’s up to you. (smiling half a smile and speaking after a minute of silence) I’m pretty sure you know what I want to be in your life
ME: I’m not quite sure Mr.Mohammed. Please, enlighten me
ZAHEER: 2 words…..Guess?
ME: Err, that’s a tricky one.. Lets see, ‘best friend’? No, that can’t be it. Body Guard?
ZAHEER: Actually, (walking over to the table, pulling out a box from underneath) I know this isn’t very French, more along the lines of Italian. But…. (opening the box to reveal the cheesiest margarita pizza I had ever seen) Will You be My girlfriend?