Swipe Of Love

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♕ 3 R D P O V ♕

Omar wasn't feeling well today. It is just not his day. He detested how his mom worked 247, non-stop, this whole week. She was like a workaholic. He felt as if his mom is putting her work above him, but his mother would never put anything before him.

Last night wasn't a peaceful night, as usual. It was unusual. Everything about it was horrible. From the moment he asked his mother to come to his game to the point when he was told that his grades were dropping and he might get kicked out of the football team. He hated it all. All the hard work he had done was for nothing. It will go right down the drain.

The anger that he felt was unbearable. It was him to blame and no one else. If he would just put his mind to his studies, then none of this would have happened. Instead of controlling his fury, he took it out on Noor. He didn't mean to do that. It just happened; now, she wasn't in the state of talking to him, which bothered him the most. Her ignoring him.

After dinner, he went to talk to his mother about coming to his game. Her answer to his question broke him. Not wanting to disturb his mom, he still knocked on the door to her study room. He wasn't supposed to distract from her work because Antonia told him not to. When his mother didn't answer, he knocked again.

"Come on, Omar."

"Salaam, mom. Sorry to disturb you, but I really had to ask you something," he spoke, walking in.

"Go ahead. But please make it quick. As you can see, I am quite busy," Antonia sighed, not looking up from her work.

"The state game is coming soon. We are going to the state championship, mom. I was hoping that you would come to my game," he rubbed his hands together.

"Tomorrow? I don't know. I am busy tomorrow. A crucial client is coming over; I need to be there. I am sorry," she kept signing the papers.

"It is not tomorrow. It's in a couple of weeks."

"Sorry, Hun. My schedule is busy. It's filled up. I don't think I can make it to your game," she mumbled.

His hope vanished. Hurt filled his eyes, but he covered it up with a big smile. He knows that his mom would come if he genuinely wanted it, but he didn't want his mother to miss this important meeting.

"It's fine, mom," he gave a weak smile.

"Thank you for understanding. Goodnight. I love you. Make sure to drink your milk before going to bed," she reminded him.

"Okay, goodnight. Love you too," Omar mumbled, walking out of the office.

He is not going to lose his hope. In his heart, something is telling him not to. It's telling him that his mother will show up to the game. He just knew it. No matter what, his mother will make time for him.

♕ ♕ ♕

He and his pal were standing beside his locker, telling jokes. He didn't want to be in this hallway. Here, the bathrooms smelled like trash. The walls were peeling off, and the toilets were yellow. It looked like they cleaned the damn thing once a month. Not to mention the classroom and the desks were old-broken. Teachers would always complain about the blackboard instead of using those high-tech boards in the other cities. Although the school was trash, the teachers were amazing. Friendly, loving, and caring. They would stay beyond their time to help kids.

"Hey bro, What do you call a clean i***t?" Hakeem tapped Alex's shoulder.

"I don't know what?" Alex shrugged.

"Soap on a dope. Get it?" He laughed, clenching his stomach as if he was laughing at the funniest joke in the world.

"Oh! I got it. Good one, man," Alex sarcastically spoke before smacking Hakeem on his head. Hakeem mumbled a curse word, rubbing his head to ease the pain. Omar smiled, shaking his head to what Hakeem said. Hakeem is a good kid. Even though he went through a lot, he doesn't show his emotions to others. He makes everyone smile. Always.

He turned his head to see a girl entering through double doors. He stood up straight from leaning on his locker. Every single person in this hallway was looking at her with shock. Some guys even had lust in their eyes. One thing he noticed is that the girl didn't like too much attention. She had her head down and ignored all the whistles and comments.

Her fantastic figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter-shaped waist; her complexion had an impeccable, ochreous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle 's-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph's ears and pixie's nose any better.

When she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. It could jolt you like an electric current when that megawatt smile gave you her full attention. She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossom soft. It surprised Omar that they were plump and botox-boosted as she had a demure, timorous personality.

What the hell is wrong with you? Lower your gaze!

She looked exactly like a Nerd. No way she's Nerd. His Nerd would never wear a dress like that or any other dress. She always had baggy pants and t-shirts on, and one of those big nerd glasses made her face look smaller than her glasses. Could that really be her? Omar wondered, rubbing his jaw.

"Yo, man, ain't that your girl?" Jackson asked, pointing at the girl he had been staring at for the past couple of minutes.

"I am a hundred percent sure that is your girl, Nerd." Hakeem squinted his eyes to look carefully at the woman.

"Nerd is not my girl," Omar snapped at them.

She was definitely not his girl. He didn't like her like that. He wanted to annoy her to the point where she gets angry as if she was about to pop. He enjoyed it. No, he loved it. Bothering Nerd had become one of his hobbies now. He felt a little sting in his heart when she would laugh or talk to other boys. He didn't understand why he felt that way, but he knew it wasn't the reason for him liking her. No way in hell, he liked her.

"Right... Would you look at that! She is talking to Justin," Hakeem pointed toward their direction. Envy ran through every part of his body and cells. Through his eyes, he only saw a red danger sign. He wanted to punch the sh!t out of Justin for talking to her. Make him realize that Nerd was his.

He took several deep breaths, trying to control himself; he wasn't going to get into any more fights. He promised his coach, and he wasn't the type to break promises.

'My girl is talking to that bastard,' was the only thing running through his mind this second.

"I bet all of you for 20 bucks that he is going to get his girl and then punch Justin in the face," Alex announced, leaving a bet.

"Naa, He'll first punch that f**er and then get his girl," Hakeem corrected, flicking his finger on Alex's ear. Causing Alex to rub the spot that stung a little.

"Shut the hell up!" Omar howled at his friends.

Nobody said a word. They acknowledged that he was serious about this right now. Omar had a bad temper that he could not control. He always had that. As a little child too. Whenever he was angry, it felt like the earth would split in half in less than a second. He clenched his jaw. He formed his hands into a fist that he was ready to use anytime.

He walked toward them. Before Noor could ask anything, his fist connected with Justin's jaw, making him fly against the locker. A gasp left from Noor's mouth; he stood in front of Noor in a protective mode.

Justin wiped the blood off his lips with a smirk on his mouth. He realized that he had hit Omar's nerve by talking to Noor. He was going to use that against Omar for sure. Omar gave him a death glare, which made Justin get up and walk away. He turned around to look at Noor. In fear, she took two steps back.

"Don't look or talk to another man beside me. YOU. ARE. MINE. If you do, then I'll beat them up so badly that they stay in the hospital for the rest of their lives," he threatened, taking a step forward.

"I-I'm not som-some property that y-you ow-own" she stuttered, looking at him as she tried to take a fast pace to step back.

"That's where you're wrong, Kitten. You are mine! And mine to keep," he let out a dark chuckle. His brown eye darkened as he spoke those words to her. She didn't like this side of Omar; a shiver ran through her spine. Closing her eyes, Noor took a deep breath. Releasing her breath, she opened her eyes; he looked like a monster right now. An unforgiving beast. He was ready to destroy anything in his path. Did he gets hit by a football during his practice? She thought.

"Are you just going to stand there or actually go to your locker?" He snapped, going back to his usual self. She wanted to say: Welcome back, Jerk! But she stopped herself from adding more fuel to the fire.

Not wanting to make him more indignant than he already was, she quickly walked toward her locker. She could feel his gaze on her the whole time. Turning the lock on her locker, she opened it, immediately she pulled out her books. She hated how he was watching her every move like a hawk. She finally turned toward him to see him lean against her locker with his hand crossed over his chest. A blush appeared on her cheeks, seeing his muscle flex.

When did he get here so fast?

"What are you still doing here? What do you want?" She questioned him.

"Simple. I am protecting what's mine," Omar shrugged.

She felt butterflies in her stomach. No boy has ever talked to her like that. It was surprising to her at first when he started to say things like that. However, she tried to get used to it, and she was unsuccessful in it. Every time he said these kinds of words, she would feel something jump in her stomach, and her palm ached that needed to be itched.

"For the last time, I'm not yours. Leave me alone. What do you want from me?" She roughly spoke. At first, Omar's eyes held a surprise. Heck Noor was shocked at her tone. She would never talk to him like that. If Noor did, he would simply show her where she belonged. He chuckled, loving how angry she got like hot lava. He enjoyed this wild side of hers. It made her look even sexier than before.

Standing up to his full height, he leaned toward her and whispered huskily, "I don't want anything from you. I want YOU."

A blush crept up her cheek. She turned around and shut her locker. She literary sprinted across the hallway, trying to get away from him. Omar shook his head, releasing a chuckle. She couldn't fight the smile that came on her face. He was so hard to figure out. He is angry, but then he is sweet, and next, you never know how he will be like. He just doesn't make any scene.

"Nerd?" He yelled out across the hallway. Everyone stopped doing what they were doing. Their eyes widened as they looked at the bad schoolboy with the school nerd. Curiosity was killing them. Were the two datings? Or were they seeing each other?

She stopped walking but didn't bother to turn around. She had her head down, not wanting to look around. She knew everyone was looking at the two of them. She didn't like being the focus of attention one single bit. Her heartbeat picked up as she felt him get closer to her.

"Take my football jersey. Wear it for my game!" He demanded, handing the jersey in front of her face.

That hit her nerves. Turning around, she asked, "Are you demanding or asking?"

"However, you want to take it. You better be there. If you don't, then I'll go to your house, throw you over my shoulder and bring you to my game. And that's a promise," he threatened with an evil smirk, "and you know I never break a promise."

"You wouldn't," she gasped in horror.

"Oh yeah? Try me," he smirked, turning away.

He is such a bastard.

Stomping her feet, she went to her class. She was damn sure that if she didn't show up to Omar's stupid game, he would come and do what he promised to do. She hated how he had control over her. She wanted to strangle him or teach him a lesson. Nevertheless, she knew she didn't dare to do it. It would merely backfire on her.

♕ A T T H E H O S P I T A L♕

An hour and 40 minutes later, Emily gave birth to a baby girl. She looked exactly like Emily; her pale skin made her dark black pitch hair stand out. Her chubby red cheeks made her look even cuter. Antoine couldn't help but awe at the baby; it has been ages since she held a baby. She so badly wanted to hold the baby.

Tears started to fill up her eyes. She didn't know why she was getting so emotional. Maybe it was because of looking at the baby, which made her memory of little Omar come back. She always wanted more kids. The reality wasn't going to let that happen for sure. Taking in some breath, she calmed herself. Turning back around, she smiled at Emily.

"Do you want to hold her?" Emily smiled, looking down at her baby.

She nodded her head, not trusting her voice. She walked up to Emily and extended her hand. Taking the baby from Emily, she walked around the room. It felt like the old times when she held Omar for the very first time. Happy. That's what she felt. She was dying to hold him once again. Grabbing the baby's tiny finger, she planted a kiss on it.

Releasing a shaky giggle, she commented, "She is beautiful."

"Indeed she is," Emily agreed, staring at her beautiful daughter.

"Please don't drop her," Jacob pleaded with a nervous laugh.

He anxiously looked at Antonia as she held his baby. Heck, he was turning into a protective mama bear instead of Emily. It was his first child; he didn't want anything to happen to her.

"I am not like you, i***t," Antonia snapped at him.

"I would like it if you don't call me those names in front of my daughter," he confidently spoke.

"Then don't piss me off with your stupid talk," she rolled her eyes in annoyance. Although she was okay with Jacob being here or anywhere Emily went, Antonia hated his guts. He was too annoying and irritating at the same time. Sometimes, Antonia prayed for Emily and felt pity for her.

"What did I miss?" Robert walked in with a cupcake in his hand that he bought from the cafeteria in the hospital.

"Besides looking at your niece, nothing else," Jacob answered.

"Where have you been?" Emily raised her eyebrow.

"I went to get an address. I sent the email to your phone, boss," he said as he took a seat on the sofa.

"Thanks. I'll check as soon as I can hand this cutie pie to someone else, which I can't do because she is so cute, and I just wanna eat her up," Antonia smiled, pulling the baby closer to her.

"Can I hold her?" Robert asked.

"I don't know! Can you?" She questioned.

"May I hold her?" Robert corrected himself.

"And?"

"Please," he gritted his teeth.

"Yes, you may," Antonia said, hand the baby to him gently.

"So, whose address did you make Robert get?" Emily grabbed the juice cup and took a sip from it.

"Nothing you should worry about right now; your only focus is to stay healthy and take care of the baby," Antonia commanded.

"So, Jacob and I thought about something. We thought if you could be the guardian of my child if anything happens to us," Emily looked at Antonia with hope.

"I...I really don't know what to say besides, of course. Did you come up with a name yet?" She asked.

"No. Not yet. Can you come up with a name?" Jacob looked at her.

"How about Aadila?" She suggested, biting her nail that was growing too long. It became a habit now.

"What does it mean?" Emily asked.

"Aadila is a Muslim Girl given a name. The meaning of the name Aadila is Just, Honest, Equal, and Upright. If you don't want that name, then I can think of another name. Don't worry," Antonia assured, smiling at the baby.

"I like it. What do you think, love?" Emily looked at Jacob.

"Umm... Not too hard or too complicated. And the meaning is beautiful. I like it," he smiled.

"Well, then. I gotta go. I have some unfinished business to do," Antonia smiled.

"Like what? That plan of yours.?" Emily asked.

"I know you hate that I am doing this, but I don't want to be hurt like last time," she sighs.

"He won't hurt you again. I just know it. The way he looked at you. It's with love and care. You are going to make a mistake, and then you will regret it later," Emily said.

"Why are you all of a sudden taking his side?" She questioned, crossing her hands over her chest.

"I am not taking his side. What he did was not right at all, and I totally agree with you. I just don't want to see you go through it again," Emily replied.

"It won't happen again. I won't let it happen. I promise you that," Antonia smiled.

"Please be careful," Emily hugged her.

"Thanks. Call me if you need anything," Antonia hugged her back.

Before heading out the door, she kissed the baby's head. Heading the exit, she grabbed a cup of coffee on the way out. She got into the car. She typed the address in the GPA. As she got closer to her destination, her palm started to get sweaty. Her breath began to quicken. It felt like she was meeting Walid for the very first time in her life again.

Putting the car in park, she got out of the vehicle. She stood in front of the house door. She couldn't seem to bring herself together to knock. She put her hand up to knock but put it back down again. She released a breath.

As she was about to knock on the door again, the door opened. She stood there in shock, seeing the people in front of her. The four of them stood there in surprise. They never thought Antonia was going to be here. If she did come here, then that means something good.

Cruz grabbed Chris's hand. And squashed it tight. "What are you all doing here?" She asked.