Stairway to Heaven

3. Bonds & Morals

Her long manicured fingers quickly moved over her phone's screen; only halting when a reply came from the other side. For a moment, she sat still in the backseat of her moving car. Her full lips, adorned with red lipstick drawing apart in an expression of disgust, which was mimicked by the frown forming between her eyebrows, until she looked away to exhale a scoff.

With renewed resolve, she prepared herself to give a piece of her mind to the person on other end of her phone, until a call disrupted her flow. Clicking her tongue in exasperation, she rejected the call; which was futile, because she all too well knew how annoying Ammar had the capacity to turn, if given a chance.

With a grunt, she looked up from her phone and shot daggers at the driver.

"How much longer?" She inquired irritated, gritting her teeth in exasperation. At this, the driver nervously met her gaze in the rearview mirror.

"5 more minutes, Maam—" He returned meekly, but Isra had already looked away with a roll of eyes, to take her phone call.

"Ammar, I am almost there—" She returned absent-mindedly, rolling her eyes at his remarks on her tardiness.

"—Alright, fine. I'll meet you guys there." She ended the call with a shake of head; and just then their car was halted outside the University gate.

"Private Cars aren't allowed to go in. You may park it here in the parking lot and go ahead on foot—" The guard instructed her driver before glancing in her direction, who responded with a sweet smile. Just as the driver had pulled up the window, she called out from the backseat.

"Drive straight to the main block—" Isra instructed, while pushing back on her seat with a long sigh. Her fingers running through her long silky hair, while she kept her gaze fixated on the passing by scenery. The driver managed to sneak up a glance at his Boss's spoiled daughter through the rearview mirror, before his gaze had skid past to side mirror; which showed the guard shouting at them to stop. Brushing away the brutal attacks of his better conscience, he pressed on the accelerator and hoped this would pass without another unnecessary incident.

In no time, the car had parked directly outside the main block. Isra caught sight of Ammar and Mateen standing in the centre of a group and couldn't help but exhale a long irritated sigh.

"They just talk to anyone—" She exclaimed distastefully, out-loud; not paying any mind to the driver's presence in her car; while retouching her crimson lips. Giving one final glance to her reflection on the compact mirror, she snapped it shut and stepped out onto the cold asphalt in her Louboutins; whilst the driver held the door open for her. Covering her eyes with expensive shades, she made way towards them, clicking in her pointed heels; only to stop a few feet away. Some of them spotted her and turned in their place to gape at her in awe.

Standing there impatiently, with her Birkin bag hanging from the crook of her elbow; she took in the people crowding her childhood friends with apparent disdain.

"Are we leaving today or what?" She exclaimed irritated, through gritted teeth and everyone stopped what they were doing to turn in her direction, including Ammar and Mateen; who were pressed into the centre of circle. They caught sight of their impatient friend and after flashing her a knowing grin, began to walk away from their friends; bidding their goodbyes.

Without waiting for them to reach her, she had turned away with an irritated sigh to start walking ahead; while they quickly caught up with her.

"What's got your knickers in a twist, Bonbon?" Ammar chided in cheekily after reaching up to her side and slung an arm around the back of her neck.

"Uff Ammar! Don't infect me with your germs! We don't know what kind of infections you might've caught from all those patients you see everyday—" She whined; yet, didn't push him away.