Chapter Sixteen.

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First: I want to apologize for being lazy and not posting in time. 

Second: I want you guys to tell me whether you want me to add more fiction, romance or drama to the story or not.

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I woke up the next morning with a massive headache, checked the time in my iPhone and it said one.

After that, I went straight to my bathroom to take a quick shower and wore my juicy couture training suit after drying my hair and body of course.

I opened the window to check on the weather, "A sunny winter day," I smiled of joy.

I'm still having a headache. Now Panadol is all I need, but then I can't stick a half pill in my tummy, not when it's empty.

So I decided to go to Starbucks and get me something to eat and drink. I'll take mama Mariam's car or the driver's since we don't have a driver anymore, you know after the bankruptcy we sent all of our nannies, cooks and drivers back to their hometown because we couldn't afford paying their salaries.

No boots for me today, a sunny day like this needs air to crash my feet. I wore my off white Matt Bernson sandal and took my juicy jacket off which I wore an off white plane shirt under, ready to go now.

 *OUT OF LINE: t9adgoun once I bought a matt bernson sandal from shoebox new York ilma7al ille b 360 and it costed me 100 kd w shay, w I found the same sandal eb London w kan eb forty something*

I went to the living room to get both of the cars keys from the key-holder.

"Ohhh wa'akheeran gimtay," An almost screaming voice said.

"Eeeeh ana gayma mn zman bass tawne anzil," I lied, I told him that I'm sleeping at nine yesterday and it's two right now, he's not stupid enough to believe that I slept sixteen hours especially when everybody knows that I'm a light sleeper.

Yes it was Faris who I just saw, I totally forgot about him sleeping at our house.

"Aha," he sighed, "3ayal tabeen t6l3een mashe al7een?"

"La shako barou7 eb ya sayarat omme aw ilsayeg," I said playing with the keys.

"omch khathat sayarat'ha w Daloul makhtha sayarat ilsayeg ya 7elwa." He chuckled.

"Oh goul wallah," I frowned, I'm really craving Starbucks now, "Khala9 mo mohem a6la3,"

I gave him my back and started to walk to my room.

"la7tha wain kntay btrou7een?" he asked.

"Starbucks 3daileya," I said turning my face to see him.

"ta3alay ana awadeech 3ad mshtehe white mocha," he said.

"La ana knt nawya arou7 weya rfeejate mwa3dat'hom, bas khala9 mo illa ata3bk," The second lie of the day, alone I was going.

"It's not an option gha9bn 3alaich tyeen ba3dain ana bag3ad b3eed 3ankom," he said pretending to look serious.

"Oh okay yalla nrou7,"I faked a smile.

We got ourselves out of the house and walked to his car, "backseats," I thought. He slided to the driver seat , closed the door, turned the engine on and turned his face 180 degrees to see me.

"7abeebte mareetha m9akhna feech shay? Laish ga3da wara yannaitay?" he laughed.

"ohh tawne astaw3b shgam asawe." I laughed so hard, or pretended to.

It's been three years since Faris's mother bought him the car and I've never sat in the backseats, always in the front one. The fact that he loves me in this real 'LOVE' way annoys me, and you know what annoys me even more? The fact that I think I love him too but I don't want to get in deep relationship with him or with anybody else because I think I'm too young, is a fifteen year old girl too young to love?

"Do I have to tell you what my rule is?" he said "fasten your seatbelt; you're in the front seat."

"Hmmm jarrabt bas m3alg," I said. we stopped In a red light traffic, he leaned over me to fasten it.

Now he's so close to me and I'm having these "ba3ad ig3ad b 7thne," thoughts.

I grab my phone from my clutch and tweet: on the road to Starbucks 3daileya.

I just heard the clucking of a closed belt, the belt is well fastened and he's still almost laying on my lap but now his gaze is more like fixed on my face than the stupid belt.

I know what he's trying to do but no, I'll make myself busy with my phone.

"eshsara khathra khala9 ana a7awl a3adla." I said as soon as the green light flashed.

"La ana m3adla mnzman tara mkhali9," he said and I replied with an ahha trying to act dumb, I don’t really know what he's trying to do with his last sentence.

I whatsapp-ed half of my friends begging them to come to Starbucks, I told Faris that I'm going to meet my friends when I wasn't so I better find somebody to come.

All my friends went like: Killish mo wagta, ga3da atghada, ana 6al3a and maley khlg. I also got a lot of I'm sleeping.

The eight minute drive was consisted of Faris trying to chat and me shutting him up with my one word answers.

We finally reached Starbucks, it was almost empty and I like it this way.

I chose a table and sat on its chair, Faris said that he's sitting outside to give me and my friends some space and privacy.

So here I am, sitting all alone, pretending to wait for friends who will impossibly show up. I'm feeling stupid. I don't feel normal at all, I'm different, nobody here is like me or I think so.

I never lie to anyone and now I'm lying to one of my best friends, Faris.

I sipped in my coffee and ate my halloumi sandwich so fast, I was hungry and my headache was killing me. I swallowed my panadol pill after making sure that I got something in my belly.

I was sinking in the river of thoughts, "what will happen next?" was the question that needed a quick answer. Will I always be that girl whose mother is lying to all the time? That girl whose father hasn’t talked to for five years? The girl who found out about having a secret brother? And the most hard question of all these questions was will  I always be a necromancer and purdandent?

 I was thinking and thinking, wasn't conscious of what's happening around when I felt a finger poking my right arm and a voice calling on my name. I turned my face to see Faris sitting on a chair next to me.

"Inta mn mita hnee?" I asked.

"mn khamis dgayeg taqreeban," he said "Wain rfeejatch?"

"6la3aw mcanceleen wana madre." I gave him a  sarcastic smile.

"Enough with the lies inzain." He switched to another chair to face me.

"Shako lies shtkharb6 I was…" I said, he cut my sentence with "you were lying"

"Okay okay I was lying inzain ? I'm avoiding you mabeek khala9 happy now? " I cried hard and loud enough that I caught people around staring at us.  

"La tifham ghala6 ana a7bk w yemken mara7 a7b a7ad mthl ma a7bk bas ana I don’t want any one more thing to worry about, klshay ga3d y9eer faj'aa w I just can’t take it anymore."  I said realizing what I've just said after saying it. I told him that I love him how 'bgara' I am.

After that we had a serious conversation and got in an agreement; we're going to treat each other the same way we used to before the incident and before he told me of how he feels about me; it will be a little bit hard but we'll try our bests. We'll do it for five months we'll see what will happen next; if it worked we'll keep doing it until I'm old enough or ready to be in a relationship with him and if it didn't work we'll stop seeing each other and I hope we don't.

"Reeh ilsa3a cham?" he asked

"dgeega bas khal achayek," I said "olaaah it's five fifty"

"waay ma7asait klsh blwagt," he smiled "9j mnzman masoulafna chthee."

"Eeeeh 7adda mnzman," I said "Abaih khal ared ilbait shakla 9ar bard barra shouf ilbanat labseen UGGS w 7alat'hom 7ala w ana 3al sandal wil n9 chim."

"Eeehh yalla," he said. we got up and left Starbucks to go back home. I hope I didn't catch a fever I'm sneezing a lot.

He dropped me to my house and went to his, it's six pm so I decided to call Hanouf and ask her whether we're going out today or not.

"Hello a7la Hanoufa," I said "Ha mafe 6al3a ilyoum wala shno?"

"Ahlan wasahlan," She said "Madre mo akeed om Deema w Reema omhom mo rathya y6l3oun tgoul klmokan fee shabab ykhar3oun."

"Wee hathe 7alat'hom kilyoum msakeen omhom bt3aqdhom," I sighed "3ayal ta3alaw yam3a 3nde."

"Eeeh okay khangoul lhom." She said. we said our goodbye's and hung the phone up.

So after whatsapp-ing with the girls, thirteen of them are coming to my house and I'm loving it, it's been so long since we last had a gathering at my house.

By eight all of the girls were here, we chatted, watched movies and played deal and other board games.

I had so much fun I'm glad I have friends like them .