The Billionaire's Sassy Girl

Chapter 6

AAMNA'S POV.

As I walked out of the class, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The tension between Professor Adeel Nur and me was palpable, and I knew I wasn't going to make it easy for him to intimidate me. I stood outside the building at the parking lot.

I glanced back at the classroom door, half-expecting Professor Nur to emerge and continue our confrontation. But no signs of him or anyone coming out. I rolled my eyes.

Just then, my phone beeped, signaling another call. I looked at the screen and saw my friends name flashing.

"Art and social science department, yeah the parking space....ok"

I waited, I couldn't help but think about the professor's condescending attitude. Who did he think he was, anyway? I muttered under my breath, replaying our confrontation in my head. The sound of a car horn broke my reverie, and I looked up to see my friend's car pulling up beside me.

I opened the door and slid in, still fuming. "What's wrong?" my friend asked, noticing my expression.

"One stupid dickhead professor just ruined my special day," I replied, still fuming.

"Your first day is ruined? Who's this unlucky soul who got on your blacklist?" my friend asked, curiosity piqued, As the car start moving.

"That stupid, rich, egotistical ass man," I said, my anger still simmering. "I never knew he was a professor. I don't know why the government hires people like him when there are many qualified folks out there struggling to find jobs."

"Who is it?" my friend asked,

"Adeel Nur," I replied, my tone venomous.

"What? Wait, Mr Adeel Nur, the richest tycoon in Africa"

"Who cares what stupid ass tittle he got, I don't f*****g care"

"Sweetheart you should be lucky he is your professor,"

"Why?"

"'You didn't know?" my friend asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why would I? I don't care about people I don't know. All I care about is me, my family, and my friends. I don't bother with what's going on around me unless it affects me directly," I said, scoffing.

My friend chuckled. "He's not just teaching in Nigeria; he teaches in many places in Africa. He's very well-known and has received many accolades. Nigeria is lucky to have him."

I rolled my eyes. "The Man is Brilliant, smart, cool and handsome, and ladies go crazy around him. But he's still single," my friend added, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"And who cares about him being a bachelor? Ladies swoon around him, ugh, what do they see in that...that...man? He's mean," I said, my annoyance evident.

"He's a good man,"my friend said, their tone thoughtful. I rolled my eyes again, annoyed by his choice of words. "I heard that ever since his twin sister died, he became cold."

"Twin sister? What happened to her?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Gosh, A.y, you ain't current," my friend replied, teasing me.

"That's an insult, Bobo," I shot back.

"You've been cursing since you were on the phone."

" Can you just tell me,"I insisted.

"She died of cancer," Bobo said softly. I felt a pang of sadness for him.

"She had a daughter too," my friend added. I never knew he had a sister, or that they were twins. All I knew was that he's popular and always the talks of girls on social media. Personally, I never liked him, and I couldn't understand what others saw in him. Yes, he's handsome, but I'm not into that scene.

I was lounging in the sitting room, watching Zorro on MBC Max, waiting for Bobo to come over and pick me up. It was a weekend, and one of our friends is throwing a birthday party. My father was working on his laptop nearby. I was engrossed in the show when suddenly the channel changed. I turned to see my brother Zafeer, grinning at me before he stick his tongue out.

"You've been watching this since you were 15, and now you're 19 – still watching like it's your first time?" he teased.

"Does that concern you, giraffe? I'm the one watching, not you," I retorted, trying to defend my TV choice. He chuckled and changed the channel to a sports station. "Asshole," I muttered under my breath.

"That's all you can say – you can't take me down," he said with a smirk. I shot him a look, but he just laughed it off.

"You should be lucky I'm not in the mood to bicker with you today, or you'd be going nowhere with that remote," I warned. Yusuf chuckled and nodded in agreement, still focused on the laptop screen. Zafeer glared at me, snapping,

"Dad, you and Mom are the reason this little brat is like this." I mocked him with a laugh, saying,

"You tie with me forever, b***h boy." Just then, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID and showed it to Zafeer – it was Bobo. "See," I said, indicating I had to take the call and the reason I don't have his time. "I'm off, guys," I announced, picking up my small gift box. Yusuf bid me farewell, saying, "Be safe, sweetheart." My brother glared at me, and I stuck my tongue out at him before laughing and exiting.

As I got into the car, I was greeted by Bobo and two other friends. I have five close friends – Bobo (Tariq), Hani (Hanifah), David, Lillian (Lili), and Zainab (Zee), David is an introvert, and Lillian is his girlfriend. Zainab is known for her sharp comebacks, especially when trading banter with Hani. Notably, Zainab and I are the only singles in the group.

These friends are more than just friends to me – they're like siblings from different mothers. We share the same vibes, and our bond is strong. We love each other deeply, and they adore me, especially since I'm the youngest among them.