Saturday, December 19, 2009

Karma's a Bitch* #5

Shamma’s P.O.V

It’s past midnight; I’m sitting alone in the music room lazily playing my guitar, lost in deep thoughts.

It's been a week since that day we talked, and I’ve been surprised since I expected lots of awkward and uncomfortable moments, angry stares and evil eyes, maybe even occasional tear shedding seeing as watching him with another girl has broken my heart no matter how much I pretend it didn't.

Luckily, none of that happened because we’ve drifted apart and we haven’t been talking to each other even when we bump into one another. I just deny his existence, pretend he’s not there, and he just tries to talk to me constantly but I just wouldn’t give him the chance.


I don't know exactly when I started to feel attracted to him, but the feeling was there. I would always stare at him, without him knowing. I had a crush. There was no use denying it. I had it for him so bad, it was almost an infatuation. I never showed these feelings to anyone though, except Meera. He didn’t know, sweet little innocent Shamma, was obsessed with him. Bleh, pathetic.

He just loves to flirt, he loves being a player. He is well aware of the fact that he broke a lot of hearts during his life.

At the time, the time when I was sixteen, I thought Khalifa would stop being a player, a badass. I thought this crazy obsession might turn into something more. Looking back, it was just a little crush back then. Back then. But times have come and gone, right?

I'm nineteen now, and I know how I feel. I do have feelings for him, I admit that, despite certain things. But I’m gona forget those feelings, forget about Khalifa. He’ll never stop playing around with people’s hearts. He’s only gona keep hurting me and apologizing after every single time, that’s the way it goes with him and girls, and I don’t want that ...

The buzzing of my phone startled me from my deep thoughts and all thoughts of Khalifa left my head. That's weird i thought, who would be calling at 3a.m.? I took a look at the screen, and my caller ID said it was an unknown number. The phone kept buzzing and it was only a matter of time before it stopped ringing.

It started ringing once more, but this time it wasn't an unknown number, it was an international call. I thought I’d just ignore, but they kept calling, once, twice, 3 times, so I picked it up.

"umm, hello?"

"hey you, guess who"

I recognized this deep masculine voice, but I couldn't quite put a face to who the voice belonged to. “uhh..”

“shu shammoh shaklech nsaitena ..”


5 comments:

Spring Of Truth said...

lol
i dunno why, but am loving 5leefah <3 <3

SuziQ said...

luv it

R.Sparkling said...

<333 Waw ,, waiting for the next post<3!!

-R.Sparkling ;D

love drunk said...

<3<3<3 GORGEOUS post
7araaam poor shamma
waiting for the amazing nxt post ...
xoxoxo
love drunk

Dazzling~Life* said...

wooohoo great post !!

10 to goo !

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