Chapter 2

Dejah's POV

"Oh my God!" I groaned. I couldn't believe it was Monday already and here I was, still lying on my bed. A frown etched my forehead, as I picked up my cellphone to know what time it was. "Thirty minutes?" I gasped and hurriedly left my bed for the bathroom.

After taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth, I dashed out with a towel securely wrapped around my chest. I walked into my closet and picked the first gown I sighted.

Within a blink of an eye, I had already finished putting on light make-up. With one last look at my reflection in the mirror, I rushed down to the dining to have breakfast. Fortunately, it was already served.

After I was done, I walked out of the house and into my SUV - the car dad had bought for me on my eighteenth birthday, as a gift.

Like a lunatic, I sped to school. Luckily, I was able to get into the lecture hall before the lecturer.

Immediately he entered, he ordered me to lock the door and I didn't hesitate to do just that. Prof. Ademola was our GST401 lecturer.

Immediately he was done with lectures and had left the class, I followed suit. I was walking towards the school's auditorium, when I heard my childhood friend, Mina calling my name from behind. We grew up together and right from day one, we didn't keep secrets from each other. Her father being an influential man was a plus for me. I liked to associate myself with rich kids, such as myself. I spun around and sighted her walking towards me at a fast pace.

"Hey!" Mina finally caught up with me. "You were almost late today. What happened?" She asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Uhm..." She hummed. "Actually, I woke up late, because I slept back immediately after fajr," I explained.

"Such a lazy girl you are! Luck was on your side, otherwise, Prof. Ademola would have slammed the door on your face and made you wait outside, till after his class is over." She sneered.

"I know I was lucky, okay? I won't repeat the mistake next time, ma'am." I stated, jocularly.

"Alright then. Let's go to the cafeteria. I didn't have breakfast. I'm hungry." She said, scrunching up her face.

"Okay," I responded and accompanied her there. I didn't bother refusing, because I knew how persistent she could get whenever she wanted something.

As soon as we got there, we took our seats and a waiter approached us. After he had taken our orders, he turned around and left.

In approximately twenty minutes, we were done eating. Mina paid the waiter and we left the cafeteria for the school's parking lot.

"Where is your car parked?" I inquired, looking around for it.

"My driver isn't here yet and if I decide to call him right now, he won't be able to make it here, until after about an hour. Can you please drop me off?".

"Of course. Hop in." I unlocked the car, we both got in and I began to drive out of the lot.

On our way to Mina's house, we got stuck in heavy traffic. Through the side mirror, I could see a rough-looking guy approaching our car. His clothes were worn out and his hair looked unkempt as well.

Mina hissed and tapped her foot impatiently on the floor, as the traffic was unmoving.

As he got closer, I got the chance to see his face clearly - his captivating brown eyes shone in the light of the day. His thin, yet luscious lip didn't go unnoticed by me.

"Deejah!" Mina shouted, breaking me out of my trance. "I have been talking to you, but you aren't answering. Are you not buying the water again?" she asked her voice laced with irritation.

"Sorry." I muttered to her and turned my attention to the hawker. "give me a bottle of water, please." I handed his money to him and collected the bottled water. I gulped down half of the content in one go.

"Alhamdulillah, the traffic jam isn't that bad anymore." Mina puffed out air from her mouth. "Drive, Deejah."

Wordlessly, I continued driving. Mina couldn't stop asking me irrelevant questions. I was beginning to get really irked, so I snubbed her.

Immediately I pulled over in front of her house, she tried to force me inside, but because I didn't feel like going in, I politely declined her offer and drove off.

When I walked into the house, the maids were the first people I saw. Immediately they sighted me, they all rushed out of the leaving room to the kitchen, just like I always ordered. Inexplicably, I despised seeing them in the living room.

I retired to my room and locked the door. I was feeling sleepy and the last thing I wanted was to be disturbed.

My eyelids were already falling, when I heard a loud knock on my door.

"Who is there?" I seethed. Indubitably, I knew it wasn't mum, because she rarely came to my room.

"It's Maryam, Ma'am." She responded. "I came to tell you that your food is ready."

"Will you just get out and stop disturbing my sleep? When I'm hungry, I'll call you to prepare another meal for me."