Karma's a Bitch* #14

Shamma’s P.O.V

I took in a deep breath as I walked side by side with Meera and entered the familiar building.

The guys were acting giddy, staring at us like they had never seen girls before, while jealousy was running in the veins of just about every girl out there. They all envy us.

We’re gorgeous, there’s no use denying it. I’m rather petite, but with curves in all the right places. I have shoulder-length, hazel wavy hair and short bangs which frame my face perfectly and slightly tan skin. My cheekbones are high and well-defined and my eyebrows are high-arched. I’ve got light brown eyes, a sharp long nose, pouty cherry pink lips with and to top it off, a beauty mark right next to my upper lip. Meera is a bit taller than me, slender and curvy. She has long, flowing black hair that goes down to the middle of her back, big deep brown eyes, tiny noise and bright pink lips. She had a beauty mark just below her eye that only added to her beauty. We both had a slight glow about our faces, we were the picture of innocent beauty.

“Ah... Monday! Don’t you just love it?” Meera asked with a huge satisfied grin on her face.

Under heavy eyelids, I threw a glance in my best friend’s direction before shaking my head and sighing, “You’re in serious need of psychiatric treatment, t3arfeen?”

“What? I like school, so?” I shrugged, “a7b when they stare and get envious of what they can’t have.”

“My point exactly. Liking school is one of the clear signs that shows you need MAJOR help,” I said with a serious tone.

Meera’s right eyebrow cocked up and I continued, “It’s true. In any teen’s brain, there’s a logical equation engraved: fun equals good, school equals bad. Therefore if school is bad, this means no happy faces on Monday mornings, especially at 9 am. It’s considered weird, just weird!”

Meera just stared at me and asked, “Who are you and what have you done with Shamma?”

I sighed heavily and said, “I couldn’t sleep last night, again! So I stayed up late watching the Discovery channel. Big show on psychology, logics and madre shu, bas don’t worry it’ll probably go away in- Saif!” I stopped my explanations as Saif stood in my way and blocked the path.

“Need to talk to you, Shamsa!” he said with a dry voice.

“It’s Shamma,” I muttered rolling my eyes in annoyance, “and I can’t now, I have classes.” I tried to move around him, but he took a step and once again was towering over me. “It won’t take long,” he grumbled.

It was clear he didn’t want to be there. He scanned the hall and saw several people staring at us. It was easy to understand why. Everyone knew about the wall of deep hatred between me and Saif. Obviously, they expected the usual shouting and swearing that usually happened within five minutes of us being near each other. This time it wasn’t happening. Why? All the students wondered as they watched.

I sighed and turned to face Meera, “Meeroh enti seery, I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”

“Shu tba?” I grumbled as I looked at Saif.

“Bakalmch,” he said coldly.

“uhh enzain? I’m here, talk w fkny,” I said dryly.

“Mb hne,” he frowned, throwing evil glances at all the students that stared at us, before grabbing me by the arm and dragging me out of there.

“Ouch! Y3awerrr!” I shouted, trying to pull my arm out of his grip but failing, “Hdnyyy!” I practically screamed as we rounded a corner and reached the back of the school.

He stopped and let go of my arm. “That hurt yal 7mar,” I grumbled rubbing my sore arm, “7aywan, stupid, idiot, dipshit, asswipe, jerk.”

“Are we done with the cursing, love?” he asked annoyed.

“No! You’re also the biggest asshole I’ve ever seen and stop calling me love,” I yelled again, “Shu tba?”

“Chloe back,” he answered simply.

I paused for a second before I said, “Ok, I realize you’re a bit slow and all but...” I began to speak slowly, exaggerating every single word, “I. Am. Not. Chloe” I tilted my head towards him, as if trying to find out if he had understood me.

“Oh, you’re definitely not Chloe,” he said with a sarcastic tone, which made me flinch. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I muttered angrily.

“Let’s not go down that road,” he quickly tried to change the subject, “I think we can help each other. You want 5leefah, I want Chloe back, we should join forces.”

“Two things: I would never ever join anything with you and I don’t want 5leefah. I just want him to get a very painful disease which would cause his private parts to fall off,” I said with a huge fake grin.

Saif couldn’t help but wince at the description. Shaking himself out of that bad place in his mind he said, “Ma tbain 5leefah? Tg9een 3ala mnu enti?” Trach tla7geenah everywhere since you saw him that night at the club.”

“Just until I find the best way to cause a hell lot of pain to that bastard,” I said harshly.

Saif paused for second while I just sighed annoyingly and began to walk away. “How about having him head over heels for you?” he shouted.

I stopped, turned around to look at him and lifted an eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

“I can help you get him. Even if you show him you don’t want him, he’ll be begging at your feet,” he started to explain as he walked towards me.

“Begging is good,” I said simply as I waited to hear the rest of the plan.

“And at the same time I can get Chloe back.”

“So shu lazem asawy?” I asked “Pretendtobemygirlfriend,” he said in one breath.

“Whaaaaat?!” I shrieked, “are you out of your mind?!”

“The moment the 2 of them see us together they’ll go nuts with jealousy. Chloe b3dha t7bne I know it,” Saif quickly explained.

“What about 5leefah?” I asked as I turned my head towards him.

“He could never stand seeing me and Chloe happy, 3shan che ybaha. Etha chafny wyach, he’ll want you. Plus there’s nothing that a man wants than something he can’t have.”

“You’ve hit your head recently, haven’t you?” I asked sincerely.

“No, I’m telling you it’ll work trust me, I know 5leefah,” he said.

“Trust? You? Oh you’ve definitely lost it,” I laughed.

Saif kept mumbling something under his breath as he reached into his pockets and took out a pack of cigarettes, bringing one to his lips and lighting it.

“Hey hey hey, no smoking!” I grabbed the cigarette, which dangled from his mouth and dropped it to the floor as I stepped on it. He just shot me an evil look.

There was a moment of silence. I scanned the outlying football field recognizing the form of Khalifa. In the distance I saw Chloe clapping hysterically at each successful pass Khalifa performed. I felt my stomach twist in disgust, and without turning to look at Saif who was behind me I asked, “Shu asawe?”

“Hang out with me. People have to see us together, holding hands, hugging and che t3arfeen,” Saif said.

“No, nooooo way in hell!” I shook my head and waved my arms around as I turned to face him. “I’m not touching you! Maba agareb 9obek!”

“You don’t see me jumping around singing ‘oh, joy! Oh, joy!’ either, love,” he said coldly.

“Ughh fine!” I finally said, “bas we hang out when I want mb 3a kaifk u come whenever you want.”

“What? No! lazem we hang out a lot wela it won’t work!” he said shaking his head.

“No way and that’s final. We do it my way or it’s off,” I said as I crossed my arms waiting for his answer.

Eventually, he gave up and shaking his head he mumbled, “Fine, we’ll do it your way.”

“Good. When do we start?” I asked. “hmm tomorrow?” he said.

“Ok, tomorrow we’re officially a couple,” I mumbled sarcastically.

“One more thing. No one can know about our little deal or it’s off,” he warned me.

“Tstahbal? It wouldn’t exactly work if everyone knew about it, ya thak thak enta.”

“Just making sure. No telling rbee3tch hay or anyone!” he said. “What? bas Meeroh’s not gonna tell anyone,” I shot back.

“I don’t care. No one can know,” he said dryly. “But…” I said, but he cut me off. “No buts, 7abeebti.”

“Fine!” I muttered looking at my watch. “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I’m sooo late!” I said as I looked up at him with a deadly gaze, “Kela mnk. Oh and one more thing, I hate you!” I yelled as I ran to my next class.

“same here, el 7ub!” he shouted after me laughing his ass off.