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Shamma’s P.O.V
Oh. My. God.
Fuck.
I latched the bathroom stall door and sat down on the closed toilet. I put my head down on my knees and squeezed my eyes shut. I drew deep breaths, trying all my old tricks from the early days, when I had horrible stage fright during school plays.
Slowly I felt like I was regaining some control over myself. I pulled out my cell phone and scrolled to Meera’s number. I had typed in the text, one word, HELP, and paused with my thumb over “send”.
Why was I texting Meeroh? Up until a minute ago it had been going okay. Sure it was awkward and forced, but we were complete strangers pretending to be dating. It was bound to be awkward. Okay, so he was an ass, and frikin impossible to deal with.
But then he kissed my neck…
I couldn’t argue with the reason he’d done it. That’s what we’re supposed to do, to make people believe that we’re together. And when I thought back, it really had started out innocent. I was even sort of giggling.
And then it hadn’t been so innocent.
So he got carried away, why am I so freaked out?
Because I did too.
Damn it. That had been the hottest, sexiest thing that had ever happened to me. And the feeling when he touched me…my God. Like I’d been zapped by lightning. I’ve never felt like that ever. My skin still tingled at every point on my body that he had touched.
Even after I pulled away, as I looked at him, looking so damn stunning with that gorgeous hair going everywhere, all I really wanted to do was keep going where we left off.
This was bad. But it’s also not really his fault. Okay, so he started it, kissing my neck like that, but it’s not his problem that I can’t control my reaction to him. I was just another stupid girl falling prey to the ‘Saif charm’. I would have to be stronger than this. I could do this. I had to.
I stood up and left the stall and checked myself in the mirror. I might feel like an earthquake just rocked my whole body, but I looked just the same, so that’s good. I caught the girl to my left checking me out in the mirror sneakily. I could nearly hear her thoughts.
Yes bitch, I’m with Saif. And I ain’t going anywhere anytime soon.
I straightened up myself again, threw my shoulders back and headed back to the library. The girls that Saif had ratted out as spies were so engrossed in some major gossip conversation.
Hope you enjoyed the show, ladies. It was all for you. Well, it was supposed to be for you. My feelings told a whole different story.
Saif was sitting at a chair outside the library with his head in his hands. He looked up at me questioningly as he noticed my presence. I shot him what I hoped was a calm, reassuring smile, even though the sight of him made my stomach clench and my heart speed up. He looked at me a moment longer then shrugged slightly and looked away.
Before I knew it, Saif was standing and getting ready to leave. We still hadn’t said more than a handful of words to each other.
He cleared his throat, “e7m, Shamma ana baseer, I don’t have any more classes for the rest of the day.”
“uhh yeah okay me too, I’ve got a lecture in 5 mins.”
I turned around quickly and started to walk away without some sort of proper goodbye.
I stopped for a minute and looked back just in time to see a skanky-looking girl literally checking Saif out from top to bottom. And it was pissing me off for some weird reason that I can’t seem to wrap my head around.
Hey bitch, this may be ‘fake’ but you don’t know that! He’s with me!
All I could do to stand there and stare into space and pretend I didn’t notice her grinning at him and him shooting her that crooked sexy grin.
As I regained my focus back, I realized that Saif was gone already. Suddenly, I whirled around and headed to the main door. To hell with the lectures, I’m going home.
I slipped through the gate to the parking lot and started walking back to my apartment.
“Come on, pick up!” I repeated over and over again into the receiver. “Damn it Meeroh!” I cursed shoving my cell into my bag.
My mind was whirling and swirling.
I was still walking, occasionally picking up the phone and dialing Meera’s number, but every time I had no answer.
“Where is she? Yom I desperately need her, ma a7a9lha!” I was talking to myself like some lunatic when all of a sudden, my phone rang. “Finally!” I breathed in relief as I quickly answered. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you mn el9b7. You won’t believe what happened!” I said in one breath.
My face turned bright red when I heard a familiar voice from the other side of the line.
“Hey, didn’t know you wanted me that bad. That kiss in the library left you craving, huh?”
I could almost feel that cocky smirk plastered on that face of his.
“Saif!” I hissed between clenched teeth.
“The one and only, love.”
“What do you want?” I growled.
“I think the question is, what do you want? Mb enti eli tawch tgoleen ench mn el9b7 you’re trying to reach me,” he answered cockily.
“I thought you were someone else,” I answered dryly.
“Who?” The question was out of his lips before he could hold back.
“Ma7ad!” I barked.
“Yala 3ad, I thought you were supposed to tell me everything,” he replied smugly.
“Since when do I have to tell you anything?”
“Since you became my girl.”
“I’m not your girl, Saif.” He was really starting to get on my nerves.
“Of course you are.”
“What do you want?” I asked again.
“Just wanted to know how my girl was doing,” he continued with a slurred tone.
“I’m fine!” I said hanging up the phone on his face.
Seconds later the phone was ringing again.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Not nice to hang up the phone in someone’s face babe. Especially not your boyfriend.”
“You are not my boyfriend, Saif!”
“No need to shout love.”
I sighed loudly. The sound of his voice the next second caught me off guard. Gone was the cocky voice to be replaced by a serious and almost concerned tone.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” I said frustrated.
“You don’t sound fine.”
“Saif, just leave me alone. I’m not in the mood for sa5afatek and another of your games. You win ok?” I was almost begging him.
I reached the building and the sound of the elevator was heard.
There was a moment of silence before he said, “I’ll be there in two minutes.”
“What? Saif? La!” Before I could say anything else, I got the dead signal from the other side of the line. “Oh God no…”
i was gone for too long, wasn't i ? =x So sooorry you guys! :*
e9ara7a i wasn't in the mood for blogger, seriously :p
el mhmmm .. i'll leave you with the post, yalla scroll doooown! =p
Saif’s P.O.V
She let out a deep sigh, pulling her arm out of my grip. “What do you suggest we do?”
I paused for a moment, even though I already knew the answer to her question.
I just hadn’t figured out the best way to inform her of it...
“Well, we...”
“We kiss. In front of everyone,” I finally managed to say.
Shamma’s eyes widened in horror. “I can’t kiss you. If I kiss you I’ll probably... La laa I just can’t!”
“She’s not dating Saif. It’s all a scam to get Khalifa.” We heard the girls insist on the other side of the bookcase. Their voice was becoming clearer and it was obvious that they were rounding the corner to enter the same corridor me and Shamma were in.
“Hey Shamma,” I murmured, scooting closer to her with a smile, “See the girls over there? Don’t look!” I motioned slightly with my chin. She nodded. “They’re coming closer. As you obviously heard, they don’t believe this thing going between us. I think we should give them a little something to accept the fact that it’s true, don’t you?”
Her eyes widened in alarm.
Damn, was being touched by me really such an unpleasant thing to her?
“Relax, it’s just for show.”
And before she could flip out or protest, I angled my body across hers and buried my face in the crook of her neck.
“See? No big deal,” I whispered into her neck. She just about leapt out of her skin.
“You’re tickling me!” she hissed.
“Hold still!”
“But it tickles when you talk!” she was squirming underneath me and trying to stifle a giggle.
“Quit wiggling! Okay, I won’t talk.”
She started to squeal, but I slid my right hand up to the base of her neck and angled her head to the side, giving me better access to her neck. I trailed my lips along the length of her neck, just barely touching her.
My intention was to just goof around, give those girls a show and maybe get a rise out of Shamma at the same time. But now that I was here, with my nose buried in her hair, her floral, pleasant scent was making me lightheaded. And her hair, what was that scent? Strawberries. It was such a simple girlish smell. I was used to women smelling like a complex mix of very expensive products. Her silly strawberry shampoo was killing me. And there was this feeling when I touched her like this, like electricity, I could feel it sing along my fingers and down my spine.
It was crazy, and intoxicating, and I didn’t want to stop.
My fingers unwillingly caressed the back of her neck and her eyes slid closed. I dragged my lips back up her neck with more pressure and I gave it one slow open mouthed kiss and let my lips linger. She drew in a long unsteady breath. My own breathing was becoming ragged.
I really should stop this.
I had only meant to fool around for a minute.
I had had no intention of starting anything.
But she wasn’t stopping me.
And it felt really good.
And I really wanted to.
I’ve wanted to touch her like this since the instant I laid eyes on her.
She softened in my arms. My left hand, that had been resting lightly on her hip, clenched into her and pulled her closer. Her hand was slipping up my back, clinging to me. I gripped her hip tighter. My lips traveled back up her glorious neck and then along her jaw. I could kiss her. I’m almost there. I’ve been staring at her mouth all day and wondering what it feels like, what it tastes like.
I pulled my face back just enough to make eye contact with her. Her hooded dark eyes met mine and then snapped open. Her spine stiffened and in one movement she’d slid herself half a foot away from me.
“Wh-what was that?” she stammered.
I held my hands up in front of me trying to look innocent. “Sorry, I got carried away. You smell really good.” I tried a flash of the dazzling smile, but she wasn’t having it. She scooted around to the other side of the bookcase in a flash.
“I have to go to the toilet.”
A high-toned squeak announced the girls’ presence and I turned around to look at the dumbstruck duo. I smiled secretly as I realized that I had achieved my goal.
I then watched Shamma as she strode across the library and into the hall. Then I watched the face of every goddamned guy in the place as they watched her cross the hallway.
They should really back off. She’s mine.
Except she’s not. And the point was, a girl like her wouldn’t be mine.
That’s why this stupid “pretend game” is laughable, really. I could probably get any girl I want, and they’d be ready, willing and eager. But Shamma…she freaks out and runs to the ladies room. So okay, maybe Ghanem was right. She was different and too good for me. Or maybe it was that I was too bad for her.
Except that... she liked it?
Shamma’s P.O.V
I sighed heavily, letting my fingers thread between my hazel strands. I stared blindly ahead at no particular thing. I felt an unexpected slight tap on my shoulder which made me jump up to attention.
“Umeeeeh!” I screamed as I half-jumped in the air and turned around to come face to face with no other than Meera, “Meeerooh hay enty!”
“Bsmellah shu feeech?!” she said as she took a seat next to me on the bleachers.
“Ya5e zaya’3teeeenii!”
“Hahah 7asha!” she laughed, “kel ha cause of this light tap.”
We sat in silence for a moment, just watching the empty football field, until Meera decided to speak. “So..”
I cut her off before she had a chance to speak any further, “Meeroh am I self-centered?”
I slowly rocked myself back and forth, hugging my denim-covered legs against my chest.
“Akeeed la, laish ts2leeen?” Meera frowned.
“La mashay.” I shook my head and returned my gaze to the green field that spread before our eyes.
“Shu esalfah? Shu mstwe?” she looked at me with questioning eyes.
I rested my chin on my knees, my eyes never darting away from the view ahead of me.
“Enzain what about heartless and stubborn?” I asked again.
“Where did you get that from? Shammoh, 7ad gayelech shay?”
Finally, I turned to look at Meera, “be honest.”
“Well...” she hesitated for a moment. “You can be a bit... harsh sometimes. Especially if you’ve been hurt,” she admitted.
I closed my eyes for a few moments and then stood up.
“Oh god. Mayarii I gotta go... do something. I’ll see you later.”
I looked for him in the entire university and the only place left to search was the library. It was useless. He had left. Despite that, I decided to give it a try. My eyes widened as I entered and found a familiar figure sitting in the back, carving the sleek wood of the tables with his sharp pocket knife.
“Hey,” I whispered as I approached him.
I look at him, but he doesn't look at me.
One glance out of those coldly indifferent eyes and no more.
That look in his eyes... Gosh, I wish I'd killed myself before I opened my mouth earlier.
“5air?” he said coldly, “do you need anything?”
I was just about to sit down, but the moment I bent down he was up and walking over to a wall covered with books. I sighed and walked after him.
“Ok I guess I deserved that,” I grumbled apologetically, but he wouldn’t hear of it as he moved along the corridor, pretending to look for a book.
“Saaif!” I called out a bit too loud and was immediately shushed by the librarian. “Saif!” I hissed pulling at his polo shirt, but he continued to pretend I wasn’t even there, staring up at the shelves.
Having no other choice, I moved between him and the bookcase. My back was pressed against the shelves. I held my breath as I realized that my simple motion had put me in a very dangerous situation. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty. Only a few inches separate his body from my own!
“Will you please move?” he asked looking straight through me.
“Not until you talk to me,” I managed to say as I stared up at him.
I nearly gasped as he looked down at me, never bothering to move away. “What do you want?” he asked coldly.
I blinked wildly for a few seconds as I tried to get a hold of myself.
What the hell is happening to me?
“I-I’m sorry,” I managed to stutter.
He eyed me suspiciously, not uttering a single word.
“I realize enah I can be a pain sometimes...” I said.
“Bas sometimes?” he said sarcastically, raising his eyebrow.
“Yala 3ad I’m apologizing here. Give me a break.”
Saif stood still waiting for me to continue.
“And you just caught me in one of those... sometimes. So I’m sorry for saying eli gltah, ok?”
I waited for an answer but he simply stared down at me.
Ma gdart at7amal the closeness between us anymore. It was becoming unbearable.
My breath hitched in my throat at the sight him.
I’ve had enough of this tension. “Enzain 3ade you just step back a little? My blood oxygen levels are becoming an issue here,” I hesitantly said.
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Saif’s P.O.V
Nodding slightly, I stepped back but remained silent.
“So...” she started, trying hard to break the stillness between us, but failing miserably at it. Eventually, she gave up and let out a loud sigh before asking, “are you giving me the silent treatment? Cause it’s really starting to freak me out.”
“You talk too much,” I said simply.
I continued to search the shelves for something. It was obvious enah I wasn’t actually looking for anything.
“Shu tsawe hne a9lan?” she finally asked after a few moments.
“You just can’t keep quiet, can you?”
“I don’t like silence. It makes me uncomfortable.”
I shot her this weird look. “What?” she asked defensively.
“Nothing,” she said as I continued my meaningless search.
It wasn’t long before she spoke once again, “you never answered my question. What are you doing here?”
“Reading,” I stated the obvious, my eyes still wandering over the mountain of books displayed before me.
“You read?” she scoffed.
“Ever since I was six. Isn’t that just amazing?” I said with sarcastic enthusiasm.
Shamma forced a plastic smile on her face which instantly crumbled. We continued to slowly make our way down the corridor, until I reached for a book and started skimming through it aimlessly. She simply leaned on the bookcase and waited for me to finish whatever it is I’m doing when we heard two whispering voices coming from the corridor next to ours.
“What do you mean mat9adgeen? Of course they’re together.”
“No they’re not. I mean, one minute they hate each other and the next they’re walking down the halls holding hands and sitting together. Come on, it’s so fake! Ybayen!”
“Who are those shitheads?!” Shamma mouthed to me, as I put down the book and was now eavesdropping on the conversation going now.
“No way. They are so together. The never-ending arguments and teasing each other all the time? All a façade to hide the undeniable attraction that pulls them together,” some girl argued, “and now that they’ve realized it, they’re on their way down major make-out lane.”
Shamma cringed at the statement, her facial muscles twisting up.
“A-ha!” the other girl cried out, “a9lan there was no make-out. Ever! And that is my point. If what they have is ‘undeniable attraction’ then we should have witnessed some major smooching by now. But all we got was pathetic holding hands and sitting together.”
“Maybe Shamma wants to take it slow. You know, maybe she’s still hurt because of Khalifa.”
“Shamma? Taking it slow? Ha!” they laughed, “I bet she’s just doing this 3sb tba Khalifa y’3ar. That girl would do absolutely anything. It’s pathetic.”
Her eyes instantly widened and anger flashed in them. “Shu hal 5aysa! Mnu tt7ara 3mrha?!” she growled.
Shamma began to storm down the corridor, when my strong hand caught a grip on her arm. “Calm down,” I hissed pulling her closer, “beating the crap out of hal 5yas is not going to solve anything.”
“They think I’m... I’m... easy!” she snapped.
“Believe me when I say that you are not easy. There is nothing easy about you.”
She stopped for a second trying to figure out if what I had said was a compliment or not.
“I told you no one would believe it. I mean, we didn’t even fool the nerds back there.” I tilted my head towards the bookcase that separated us from the nerdy shlah.
She let out a deep sigh, pulling her arm out of my grip. “What do you suggest we do?”
I paused for a moment, even though I already knew the answer to her question.
I just hadn’t figured out the best way to inform her of it...
“Well, we...”
Show me the LOOOOVE people! =p
Shamma’s P.O.V
“Ready to work on your acting skills? Cause you sure as hell are long way from an award winning performance. What was all that staring about by the way?” Saif asked.
“What staring? I don’t stare,” I said simply as I continued to rummage through my bag, before turning to leave the classroom.
“Sure you don’t,” he said sarcastically before snaking his arm around my waist.
“Hey!” I instinctively slapped his hand away from me.
“Well love, lazem tt3awdain. Our unexpected passion won’t look very believable if you keep jumping up every time I come near you, now will it?” he asked tilting his head.
I rolled my eyes and sighed, taking his hand in mine I dragged him out of the classroom and into the hall
It wasn’t hard to realize that everyone was staring.
This was just weird. Just plain weirdness.
“They’re staring. They’ll never believe this,” I said.
“9adgeeny they’ll believe it.”
“This is a stupid plan. It’ll never work,” I grunted as I turned to face Saif.
“Will you stop being so- “
I cut him off, “rbee3k is coming our way.”
“Sawaaaf! 7abeeeby 3loomk?”
“Hala hala ‘3anooom! Good good w mn 9obk?”
“Tamam wallah.”
“Doom enshallah. Shammani 7ayatii u know Sara right?”
“Haih I do, hey Saroh sh7alch?” I said as I salamt 3alaiha.
“B5air 7abeebti and you?”
“Not bad I guess.”
We stood still for a couple of seconds.
No one was saying anything.
Silence.
Incredibly uncomfortable silence.
Sarah was eyeing us curiously.
“So...” Sarah was the one to break the stillness. She had been waiting the entire day to ask a question, ever since Ghanem had told her the news it had become an itch she was just dying to scratch. So being Sarah, she did, “Since when are you and Shamma here going steady?”
The familiar silence was back, until Sarah’s voice hovered over us again,
“You and Shamma are an item huh?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” she quickly continued her questioning.
“Why?!” I asked. Now that was a smart question. Everyone who had dared to ask about my choice of ‘boyfriend’ had asked something along the lines of ‘how, not why’. “Well... he and I... we...” I struggled for an explanation.
“It’s physical!” Saif aka ‘my knight in shining armor’ stepped in. “She just couldn’t resist my attraction,” he said with the most serious tone in the world, “I think she fell for me when I saved her.”
“From being mugged?” Sarah asked as she recalled her conversation with Ghanem on the subject.
“Haih.”
I just stood in my place, trying hard not to roll my eyes. ‘God! The nerve of some people!’ In my mind a string of curses was directed at Saif, who now had his arm wrapped around my waist.
Sarah frowned a little but decided to accept the explanation, especially since her boyfriend was currently shooting her a knowing look so that she’d stop throwing questions at us.
Suddenly, extreme silence took over as Ghanem and Sarah gawked at something behind us. Saif and I turned around to find the object of their attention and we couldn’t help but gulp as we watched Chloe and Khalifa. We exchanged electrically charged glances as we remained perfectly still for a second. We all watched as the Khalifa walked closer to us, his heavy arms draped over Chloe’s shoulders. He stopped and looked at us.
“Shamma,” he greeted dryly with a nod. Turning to look at Saif, he practically spat, “Saif.”
“5leefah. Chloe,” Saif greeted back with a plastic smile as he possessively tightened his arm around my waist.
Silence. Everyone waited and watched.
“Shamma 3nde some of your cd’s in my apartment,” Khalifa started, “when do you want them back?”
“Keep them,” I answered dryly as I felt my stomach turn at the sight of Chloe pressing herself against Khalifa’s chest. Her hands traced patterns on his abs as she shot me a dirty look. “I don’t need them.”
Khalifa was taken aback by my cold and distant tone, but soon recovered. He stood up straight and mumbled, “fine. Suit yourself.”
And with that he turned on his heels and left, dragging Chloe with him.
As soon as I could, I made my way to the nearest bathrooms, locking myself in the stall furthest from the door. I sat on the covered toilet, waiting for the adrenaline in my system to reach acceptable levels. I felt my stomach flip-flop at the memory of Chloe arrogantly clinging to Khalifa, trying as best as possible to let me know that he was now her property, that he belonged to her.
Arrogant little-
Suddenly I heard a light knock on the door.
I bent down to peep from under the door, trying hard not to ruin my outfit, hair or makeup. I found a pair of shoes tapping the tiled floor impatiently. Familiar Gucci sneakers, to be exact. In a flash, I opened the door. “What the hell are you-“
I was cut off as Saif quickly placed his finger on my lips.
“Do you want to get me into trouble?”
Before I could answer him, I was being dragged out of the bathroom, down the hall and out the side door of the building to the backside.
“Why did you drag me here?” I snapped annoyed.
He ignored me and grinned wildly at me. “Did you see Chloe’s face? And hal ahbal? God, I never thought it would work this fast.”
I scratched my head as I watched him ramble on and on about how the plan was amazing and was working perfectly.
“Pretty soon Chloe will be so jealous she won’t have a choice other than enha trdly. God, I miss her so much!”
Something about the way he said it, the sincerity in his tone maybe, made my stomach turn and I had to fight back the urge to kick him.
“Did you drag me here to listen to your pathetic love struck ramblings, Romeo?” I grumbled, crossing my hands over my chest and leaning on the wall.
“Sm3y, no matter what you say or how nasty you are right now, you are not going to ruin my good mood. I guarantee you,” he said, a goofy smile still plastered over his lips and an annoying sparkle brightening his eyes.
“She practically glued herself to 5leefah!” I said.
“Because she was jealous.”
“Men really like to fool themselves.”
“Batrdly, you’ll see.”
“She doesn’t care about you! Get it through that thick skull of yours,” I said, but he just wouldn’t hear a thing.
“I know Chloe.”
“Right. That’s why you knew she was making out with 5leefah.”
At that, the smile on his face crumbled, quickly being replaced by a strange empty look in his eyes. Without a word he turned to leave, but my small hand gripped him by his arm.
“Look, I’m sorry. Ma kan 8ad9e-“
Before I could finish my sentence, he was in my face, anger flashing in his eyes.
“You are the most self-centered, heartless, stubborn little brat I’ve ever met in my entire life.”
This post goes out to all you silent readers ;) SO NO MORE SILENT READERS HAAA ?! =p
Shamma’s P.O.V
“What do you mean she walked away with him?” Ashley asked incredulously, staring wide-eyed at Meera who walked beside her.
“I told u! She just slid her arm around his and dragged him out of here,” Meera explained for the 100th time.
“And you haven’t spoken to her the whole weekend?” Ashley continued to question.
“I did but .. every time I called to ask about what has been going on, she’d make up some excuse and hang up.”
“But-” she trailed off as the highlight of their discussion appeared behind them.
“Hey guys,” I greeted them with little enthusiasm.
“There you are! What has been up with you all weekend?!” Meera asked as we continued to walk down the hall.
“uhh well-”
Suddenly, looking more closely, I realized everyone in the hall was gawking at me, “oh God! Do I have like a giant pimple on my face or something?” I asked about to have a panic attack.
Ashley and Meera both shook their head.
“Then why is everyone staring at me?”
“Maybe because of the weird Saif-loving event back on Friday afternoon?” Ashley said with a hint of sarcasm.
“Oh, that...”
“Yes that! I thought we were back to 'hating Saif’s boney ass' mode,” Meera said.
“Well we-“
I wasn’t able to finish my sentence...
I felt two arms wrap around my waist from behind..
I felt those arms pull me close so my back rested against some chest...
My back was pulled flush against a strong chest…
Definitely a male chest!
Before my brain had time to question who it belonged to, a low whispering voice in my ears gave me the answer.
“Morning Shammani.”
I froze...
My body suddenly went rigid...
I couldn’t physically move a muscle...
My heart seemed to skip a beat and leap to my throat...
Nervousness filled each breath I took...
I quickly wriggled out of his grip and backed away.
“Hey...” I greeted back with much less enthusiasm.
God, this is just so strange. WRONG! WRONG! Go away!
A squeaking voice screamed in my head, but I just put on my best imitation of a smile.
I don't know why, but I could feel my cheeks heat up, and my whole body temperature went up at least 20 degrees.
Am I about to start blushing?!
I fought back a blush when I realized how obvious every reaction I had must be to him.
“So how are you?” he asked.
“Uhh fine and you?” I said as I turned my head to face him. I was surprised to find a perfectly calm and cool Saif grinning back at me.
“B5air dam el galb b5air,” he said as his grin grew wider.
I seemed to zone out for a second and when I was back to full attention, the last thing I heard was, “...do you have now?”
“Huh...? What?” I asked, shaking my head as I realized I was still staring up at Saif who was now lazily playing with the edge of my shirt.
Not again! That Stupid distracting smirk!
I tried my hardest to keep my thoughts focused on anything other than that smirk of his.
I quickly moved my gaze over to Meera while Saif repeated his question, “what class do you have now?”
“umm...” I struggled with my memory, but for some strange disturbing reason, the feel of his hypnotizing eyes on me seemed to block all my thinking abilities.
Thankfully my life savior Meera butted in, “we’ve got math.”
“ohh yeah math!”
“Well bashofch in third period. 3ndna English together right?” Saif asked as his hand came up to brush a lock of hair off my face.
“uhh..”
Think stupid! Think!
“Haih I-I think we do.”
“See you later then,” he shouted as he made his way down the hall, leaving three dumbstruck people behind.
“What. The Hell. Was that?” Ashley tried to ask as calmly as she could manage.
“uhh ,, it’s,, umm...” I struggled with my words, “we better get going, we’re already late. Cu later,” I shouted as I quickly made my way to my next class, dragging a confused Meera behind me.
“But-” Ashley was left standing in the middle of an empty hall as we quickly snuck into the classroom.
During class, I stared at the small crunched up piece of paper lying on my desk.
Written in small bold red letters, I read, ‘what was that all about?’
I looked up and to my right to find Meera staring back at me, eyes wide open.
“Later,” I mouthed.
“Shamma!” The teacher’s voice hovered over the class and everyone turned to gawk at me.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
The old woman nodded slightly and returned to her dull rambling. When I realized I was off the hook, I turned to whisper, “ba5abrch later wallah.”
Class was over and in a flash, Meera was standing next to me, eyes staring widely at me, anxiously waiting for an explanation.
“Uff yalla 5abreeni! What’s happening Shamoh?” Meera asked as her patience ran out.
I paused for a moment and looked up at my best friend. I really didn’t want to lie, but I had promised.
I swallowed hard and in one low and fast breath, I said “Saifsmyboyfriend.”
With that I quickly made my way to the door.
“Shuuuu?!” Meera shouted after me, her high heels making a knocking sound as she tried to catch up with me.
“Explain,” she simply said as soon as she reached my side.
“Saif and I are going out,” I tried to sound as laid-back about it as possible.
“haaa!? kaaif? Mn mta enshallah?” she shouted.
“Shhhh! Mn... last Friday.”
“Hooow?!”
“We figured out that we have a lot in common.”
“Mthl shuuu?!” she asked straight away.
“Mthl... ma3arf, wayed stuff ... mthl...”
“The mutual hatred that you two share?” Meera said with a hint of sarcasm.
“I can’t explain it to you. We’re together now. Things changed.”
Meera opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off...
“Just trust me, Meeroh. I know what I’m doing.”
Well, I hope...
Was this fast enough for you guys? and it's pretty looong too, eh? ;) you could actually use a break in the middle of it haha :p newaaays hope you enjoooy! :D and silent readers don't forget to commeeeeeentt ! :p
Shamma’s P.O.V
“Well we better go,” I said practically dragging a dumbstruck Saif by his hand. “Bye Chloe,” I shouted with a huge fake smile plastered on my face. I passed by Meera and she was giving me a look that screamed ‘what-on-earth-are-you-doing?’ “Meeroh don’t kill me,” I whispered, “bat9lbch later wallah.”
Meera was just gawking at us, the 'odd couple', her jaw glued to the floor along with everyone else’s
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My arms snapped away from his the moment my feet touched the concrete on the other side of the street, away from prying eyes. I doubled my pace as I noticed Saif still staring at me, clearly not believing what had just happened. After a few painfully silent steps, I suddenly stopped and spun around to face him.
“Shuuu?!” I asked trying to sound as annoyed as I could, but the emotion in my voice was definitely awkwardness.
Saif looked down at me and his lips curled to one side for a slight smile. Nodding, he softly said “Thanks.”
I was a bit thrown off by his reaction, it actually sounded sincere. This was abnormal. I shook my head nervously as if trying to push down the strange feeling that crept up my spine.
“You’re welcome bas don’t expect me to do that for you mara thanyeh. Che a7s yatne some sort of allergic reaction just from touching you,” I tried to sound convincingly disgusted but failed miserably and I could tell he wasn’t buying it as his trademark smirk crept over his lips.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and started to walk beside me, “whatever you say .. 7ubi.”
“And don’t call me 7ubi!” I snapped at him as I shot daggers at him with my eyes.
“Sure galbi.”
There it was again!
On his face!
That stupid, dreadful, cocky grin that was making me ...
nervous?
What?! No!
Stupid dreadful cocky grin was supposed to make me angry ,, disgusted ,, annoyed ...
Not nervous!
Never nervous!
I kicked myself mentally as I realized too much time had passed since his last reply for me to come up with a successful comeback.
That stupid distracting grin! I thought to myself as I kicked the pebbles that lay in my path.
Once again we walked in a nerve-racking silence, making me fidget with the straps of my coat. Suddenly I whipped my head around to face him. “Why are you here?” I asked out of the blue.
“Laneh my mom and dad were really horny about 19 years ago?” he said with a smirk.
Stupid, distracting ... eheee snap out of it Shamma! I scolded myself mentally.
“Oh you’re funny!” I replied sarcastically.
He smiled at me and eventually answered the question sarcastically, “walking my girlfriend home.”
Somehow, that simple phrase made it impossible for me to control my breathing and swallowing at the same time and I was practically coughing my lungs.
“Are you ok 7ubi?” he asked somewhat concerned as he watched me bend over, trying hard to breathe.
Saif watched in panic as my face changed from red to purple to blue and finally back to red cheeks and a furious looking face.
I looked up at him, flushed face, shooting daggers at him, “don’t *cough* call me *cough* that...”
I simply started to march my way down the street and into the building with a panicked Saif trailing closely behind. “I hate you,” I grumbled as I sat down at one of the tables in the lobby.
“Same here Shamsa,” he answered crossing his arms over his chest as he stood close by.
I opened my mouth to protest but gave up half way.
I was too tired...
It was Friday afternoon and I’d had a full week.
I just didn’t have the energy to argue with hal annoying ensan.
So I chose to remain there perfectly still, occasionally letting out a sigh or two hoping that he might take a hint and simply leave me alone. To my misfortune he did no such thing. Instead he made his way to the where I was sitting and took a seat opposite of me, with the same annoying grin plastered on his face.
“Ufff shu tba?” I grumbled as I held my head between my hands, my fingers buried in my hazel strands, my eyes staring down at the marble table. Before he had a chance to answer, I let out a heavy sigh and looked up to stare at him, “why do you insist on torturing me? Just go. Go Away. Be free.” I waved my hand at him but he paid no attention to it.
“You know it’ll work. That’s why you helped me out today.”
“No I helped you out because that scene was just so painfully pathetic, that it just wasn’t fun to watch anymore,” I said, “I just don’t get it. Why in God’s name would you put yourself through kel hal embarrassing public humiliation just for her. What do you see in that fugly bit-"
I wasn’t able to finish my sentence as he was on his feet and towering over my petite form in an instant. “Gb’6y lsanech etha battkalmain 3anha this way. You don't know anything,” he growled as he was still dangerously close to me.
A hint of fear sent a chill down my spine as I looked up at him, but my facial expression never showed that. The strong fearless look was still on my face and it didn’t fade for a second. It was like awany 3ad mb zay’3eh even though I was actually zaga el 3afya. I couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief when he backed away moments after.
“Look I’m sorry... I- Just don’t talk about Chloe that way,” he finally said as he moved back to his seat.
I held my hands up in the air in a sign of surrender, “fine.”
We stayed in an awkward silence for a few minutes, both trying hard to find a topic that would put an end to this uncomfortable moment.
Saif was the first to try, “so...”
“So...?”
“What about the plan? Is it back... on?” he dared to ask.
“You really like her that much?”
Saif said nothing. He simply nodded. It wasn’t necessary for him to say anything.
I shook my head as I couldn’t believe what I was about to say. “Ok. Fine. I’ll do it,” I grumbled in a low voice.
An instant spark flashed in his eyes, “what?!” he asked in disbelief.
“Are you deaf aw shay? Glt I’ll do it, zain che?”
In a flash he was out of his seat and pulled me out of mine wrapping his arms around me, smashing my small form against his chest in the process.
I froze.
My paralyzed arms were glued to my sides.
I didn’t know what to say.
I was in shock.
Eventually, when I realized he wasn’t going to let go of me any time soon, I said, “umm ... Saif? Shu yales tsawe?”
That simple question was enough to bring him out from his abnormal bizarre moment and in an instant he let go of me and took a step backwards. “Sorry. Wasn’t thinking.”
“Next time you have one of those weird moments, let me know, ok?” I said nervously as I sat back down.
He simply nodded and dropped back onto the chair.
“Why are you sitting down?” A puzzled look spread across my face, and I raised an eyebrow as if waiting for Saif to tell me something I didn’t know.
“Umm,” he mumbled confused, “we have to plan?”
“Plan what?”
“What we are going to do tomorrow, you know. How we are supposed to act,” he said as if he was stating the obvious.
“Oh...” I frowned for a moment, thinking about what the limits would have to be, “we’ll walk together and hold hands?” And with that I slumped against the chair and stared up at the ceiling. A beautiful and expensive-looking chandelier dangled down from the high ceiling, the tiny crystals coated with a thin layer of gold. I started to count the crystals not knowing what else to do.
“Hold hands? That’s it?” he asked incredulously moving his chair closer to mine.
My eyes were still fixed on the chandelier. Nervousness took over me.
“H-haih,” I replied in an uncertain tone.
“Oh come on! Ma7ad bay9adeg kel ha if they don’t see some action,” he said lifting his eyebrows up and down as a naughty grin lit up his face.
“Hey! we’re not going to- There will definitely be no ‘action’. And there will be no one watching me and you do whatever it is you’re thinking about!” My eyes went back to the chandelier once again. Damn it! No more crystals left for me to count! What do I do now?
Saif smirked as he realized what I was thinking, “ya3ne making out, french kissing. Nothing else.”
“You want me and you to k-kiss? F-french kiss?!”
Saif simply nodded.
"I want to kiss you," he forced out.
I was staring at him in disbelief.
"W-What did you say?"
"You heard me, I said that I want to kiss you. I want to be able to inhale your scent, to breathe in your amazing scent. I want to keep it with me forever and ever. Everyday. I want to kiss you so badly. I want to feel your lips on mine," he said.
I looked really confused.
"You can't be serious," I whispered, searching his eyes for the truth.
My face was turning very red and so hot that Saif could probably feel the heat radiating off of me.
"I really want to kiss you. I haven't been able to stop to thinking about you. The feeling of your lips on mine is always on my mind. You're always on my mind. So can I kiss you?"
I was now flushed, seriously!
"uhh w-what the hell? I- I- what are you saying? No. No way! I wouldn’t want to touch you with a ten-foot pole, let alone let you stick your tongue down my throat!” My face flushed in all sorts of ways as I nervously searched for something to occupy myself with.
A roar of laughter erupted from Saif, “HAHAHA! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE! WAHAHAHA T’6A7KEEN WALLAH! 3ad eli ygool I actually wana kiss you.”
My face was flushed by the sudden burst of heat.
“Chub chub don't flatter yourself, I'm immune to you. A9lan you don’t have that effect on me w plus I was just hot cuz estwa 7ar hne and-” I said.
“9eeeeew 6aaaaaa5! yeah right! a9lan I was just messing with you bas it’s not like you wouldn’t like that. I know you think I'm hot and you sure as hell wana kiss me. You want me to kiss you senseless, make the rest of the world just disappear. Don’t deny it,” he said with that smug smirk of his.
His voice was so deep and husky and simply oozing sexiness. It made me shut up!
“hahaha sakatnaha! Enzaaain el mhmmm ... so we’re just supposed to hold hands?! They’ll never believe it and you know it!” he said.
“I. Am. Not. Kissing. You,” I said flatly.
“But-“
“Take it or leave it!” I said as I stood up, my chin held high as if I had made my mind up and there’s no use trying to change it.
Saif knew that he couldn't make me change my mind no matter what. He couldn’t help but sigh, shaking his head as he mumbled, “fine .. we’ll just hold hands...”
yo silent readers out there how about you make some noooiise ? =p
Shamma’s P.O.V
Angry footsteps echoed through the entire apartment as I made my way back to the living room.
“Oh god not again! Will you stop doing that?!” I growled as I saw Saif sprawled on my couch, TV remote in his hands as he mindlessly flipped through the channels.
“Doing what?” Saif asked without looking at her.
“Msh chaneh I kept you out? Why don’t you go over to your place? It’s my TV, my living room, my apartment. What are you doing in it?!” I glared at him as I stood there, arms folded over my chest.
Saif turned his head and glanced at me before returning his attention back to the screen. “Ya5e kaife,” he mumbled, “enti shu 7arenech?”
I stomped my way to the middle of the living room standing between him and the TV.
“You’re blocking the view love,” he grumbled looking up at me.
“Glad you noticed, that’s the point. What are you doing here?”
Saif sat up and turned off the TV, “talk about tomorrow.”
“What about tomorrow? Saif wake up. It’s over! It didn’t work,” I tried to knock some sense into him.
“Shu ba3ad it didn’t work? Of course it did,” he said.
“What reality were you in? Cause in mine people were staring at us like we were crazy or something. Everyone knows we hate each other. It’ll never work,” I said firmly.
“It’s going to work,” Saif insisted standing up.
“Ok which part exactly didn’t you get? Cause Bared ashra7 again and again if you need me to.”
“I need to make this work Shams-“
“IT’S SHAMMA!” I screamed waving my hands in the air and trudging my way into the kitchen, leaving him behind.
A few seconds later, he was in front of me leaning against the fridge. “umm .. I’m sorry?” he mumbled.
I just stood there, a warm mug of hot chocolate in my hands, watching him with an annoyed expression.
“I need for this to work...” he started after swallowing hard, “I-I need her back. I need Chloe with me or...” The words seemed to choke in his throat.
Somewhere deep inside, I felt a hint of pity for him but before I could stop myself, harsh words escaped my lips. “Seer 9ee7 ba3ad, why don’t you?”
Saif froze looking down at me. He narrowed his eyes, instant anger flashing in them. Without a word, he turned on his heels left the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
I just stood there for a second, a pang of regret causing me to think about going after him.
Shit I forgot. My wisdom says never hurt a man's ego. Men survive on their ego. To hurt their ego is like pulling the plug on their life support system. Bas whatever, it’s not like I really care about hurting Saif’s ego, right?
But eventually that pang of regret disappeared and I just left him be. The day passed by wala chanah shay 9ar and all was good.
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The next day while I was at uni, I let my head fall limply to the desk, while in the background the teacher’s voice rambled on and on about the importance of engineering education to the world’s continued success and bla bla...
“God! Just kill me now and end my suffering,” I mumbled between clenched teeth.
As if someone had answered my prayer, the teacher announced that the class was over. In a flash, I straightened up looking wide eyed at my watch. “It’s a miracle!” I sang out as I gathered by stuff, “I survived! Fakkah! Thank God today’s over.”
“You really do hate this class, don’t you?” Meera laughed.
“More than anything in the entire world,” I answered as we walked out of the classroom. I came to a stop as I saw the infamous Saif further down the hall, “Correction, it’s the second thing I hate most in the world.”
“So we’re back to hating Saif?” she asked.
“What?” I asked as I was too engrossed in my blackberry, not really listening to what Meera was saying.
“Hating Saif. Back on the priority list?”
“Oh top priority! No doubt!” I nodded forcefully.
“Good, cause that little episode in the food court area yesterday just seemed so .. what’s the word? Oh yeah, wrong!”
I smiled slightly at her and just as I was about to reply back, the conversation going on a few feet away from us caught my attention.
“Come on just for a second. I need to talk to you,” Saif’s begging tone made my stomach crunch up as I turned around to see him leaning against the wall, “Please just for a sec,” he practically begged while Chloe remained still, arms crossed over her chest, staring annoyed into nothingness.
“Are you done yet? I told you Saif, it’s over! I have nothing to say or hear from you. Stop being so pathetic, just go get a proper life and let go of this,” she said turning on her heels to leave while everyone in the hall eyed the couple. But he didn’t care. He needed to talk to her, get some sense into that pretty little head of hers, so he grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.
“Come on!” he growled, “just...”
“Just let go of me!” Chloe said freeing her arm from his grip, “I-“
“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.”
The entire hall froze in place watching as I moved closer to Saif, touched my fingers to my lips then placed them on his lips, letting them linger there for a moment. I turned to Chloe with a smirk on my face, “hey Chloe!”
Chloe just looked at me with a frown, while Saif simply stared at me not knowing what the hell has got in to me.
OMG! Seriously, what has gotten into me?!
“Well we better go,” I said practically dragging a dumbstruck Saif by his hand. “Bye Chloe,” I shouted with a huge fake smile plastered on my face. I passed by Meera and she was giving me a look that screamed ‘what-on-earth-are-you-doing?’ “Meeroh don’t kill me,” I whispered, “bat9lbch later wallah.”
Meera was just gawking at us, the 'odd couple', her jaw glued to the floor along with everyone else’s while I was just lost in deep thoughts...
Where did I get the guts? What did I just do?
Most importantly, why does Saif want Chloe back so bad?
It’s like his want for her had become like a need more and more everyday as she disappeared from his sight.
Does he really love her that much? Are they truly madly deeply in love? Or fe shay thany wara kel ha?
There has to be something else.
Something else going on there, behind the scenes...
