Chapter 39

HEY EVERYONE! I HAVE INTERNET! well. i'm at a friend's house, and i'm using her computer to type this:p I'm not sure you're all going to be expecting what's to come in the few chapters, but that's a good thing, right? Well, this is dedicated to Fatma and @Razoon98 from twitter!

enjoy and happy new year! x

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A gasp escaped my lips as I saw a hard, dangerous look cast over his eyes, and he pushed past me, not bothering to look at me another second. I stood there, not sure if I should say anything to him, or just run away.



''Sara!'' I heard Lulu's voice call out, her voice full of worry. ''Were gonna go back to Ghaliah's house, are you coming?'' She asked.



''Yeah, sure...'' I mumbled, trying to plaster on a smile.



She lightly grabbed my wrist, eagerly pulling me towards the girls, and I saw them talking to a group of girls from our school.



''Can I wait in the car?'' I asked, my brain feeling as if it was about to explode.



''Yeah, sure, the driver will be here in 10 minutes. I told him to wait at the back entrance '' She smiled, giving my hand a tight squeeze.



The walk took forever, my feet navigating me through the streamer filled streets. Once I got there, I noticed  it was a little less crowded there, barely anyone was around, as everyone was going home. I pulled out my phone, checking my text messages, trying to shake the thought of Yousef out of my mind. 'And just when I thought I forgot him.' I thought to myself, slightly scowling at my screen. I looked ahead, seeing a car coming my way, and hoped the driver had gotten here.




It wasn't Ghaliah's normal white Land Cruiser, it was a bright red truck with wheels half the height of me. I quickly looked away, not being able to shake the feeling that I had seen that car before. The car pulled to a stop in front of me, and I silently begged my legs to walk away.




The ridiculously over-tinted window scrolled down, girl wearing big black sunglasses and bright red lipstick, next to a guy no older then 21. He pointed at me with his yellow nailed finger, a devious look in his eye and a mischievous smirk on his face. I forced my brain to work, to realize that they were Rama and her creepy boyfriend Mohammed.



''Get in the car.'' His harsh voice cut through the silence.  



I refuse to move, my head turning back towards the carnival. If I screamed, would they hear? Would anyone hear? Maybe I should run for it. My eyes frantically search around me, praying to see someone, anyone. Would they help? Call the police?




''Wouldn't try anything if I were you.'' He chuckled darkly, cruelly twirling a sharp silver object in his rough fingers. A knife. 'This sick, deranged psychopath has a knife.' I screamed in my head. They were planning to hurt me.



Or, I feared, worse.



I bit my lip, my heart pounding furiously in my chest. If I run, he'll catch me. If I scream for help, he'll hurt me, the murderous look in his eyes not daring me to push his limits. Either way, I'm going to end up in that car.




I linger in my place for a while, praying that the driver would come already. I suddenly noticed my phone in my hand. I casually pressed my hand on my back, desperately trying to send a text to Amal, the first person on my contact list. I noticed Rama and Mohammed talking in low voices, and I seized my opportunity.




''NOT A JOKE. BIG RED TRUCK. GOING TO TAKE ME. I'M OUTSIDE. BACK ENTRANCE. HAS KNIFE. RAMA. HELP.'' I furiously typed, my sweaty palms threatening to loose grip of the phone. I pressed send, sliding the phone into my back pocket.




My eyes widened as Mohammed got out of the out of the car, the knife still in his hand, pulling me towards the car. I struggle against his harsh grasp, desperately letting out a scream for help, my eyes darting around, praying that someone would help me. Rama opened the car door, an evil look in her eye.




I started to cry, my mind racing, my body furiously trying to fight his grasp on my arms, pushing me closer and closer into the truck. I tried to scream again when I felt his hand make a harsh contact with my cheek, silencing the scream, my cry for help left soundlessly hovering in the air.. My cheek grew painfully hot, shocks of pain jolting through the entire side of my face. I cried out I was thrown in the back seat, the door slamming behind me.




What were they going to do to me?


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I must have passed out, because suddenly I felt the car come to a stop.



''Get the hell up.'' Mohammed's voice broke the silence, his arms suddenly grabbing me, pulling me out of the car. I tried screaming when I realized I couldn't. There was a piece of tape across my mouth. My hands were tied behind my back, which left me helpless, not able to even try to fight him. I felt defeat sink into my brain, praying someone would save me.





He was dragging me into a rundown apartment building, where it looked like no one had lived there for ages. Tears slid down my cheeks as I was pulled up the steps, and down the hallway to one of the apartments. It reeked of cigarettes and beer, and there was a large group of guys, most looking like they were probably 18-20 years old. My eyes widened at the sight of all of them. I caught the hungry look in their eyes they stared at me, looking at my face, my body.




The gears in my mind slowly started to make sense of it all. Rama  told Mohammed to do this. Mohammed told his friends they could have their fun with me, do anything their disgusting, perverted minds came to think of. As long as Rama got her revenge, she could care less about me. I tried to scream, to kick my way to freedom, but his strong arms pushed me forward, roughly pushing me towards the floor, my back hitting the marble.



Tears of fear spilled out of my eyes, and all I wanted to do was die.


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Chapter 38

Hey everyone! What can I say? Life has been busy! School has been so time consuming, plus exams are coming up, and i've been without internet since the last time I posted! I hate that every time I make you guys a promise, I just end up messing up and disappointing everyone. So all I can say right now is i'll try to post as much as I can!

Oh and Happy Early 2013!

enjoy!
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I walked over silently, getting into the car and turning my attention in front of me, not casting a single glance in his direction. Tension rolled off of him, the atmosphere around us dense with anger. We silently drove around, not appearing to go anywhere special. I opened my mouth to speak, when I heard his cold voice shatter the silence.


''Have you checked BBM lately?'' He murmured, acid dripping in his tone.



''Have you?'' I quickly retorted, turning to face him.



''Look Sara, That picture was taken a long time ago - before you even started hanging out with Rama.''



''Do you really think I'm that stupid?'' I yelled, the picture flashing into my mind.



''Don't play innocent, Sara. You're no better then I am, trust me.'' He yelled back.



''Yousef, that wasn't what it seemed at all! We were trying to hide from the principal, on the day of that fight between me and Rama. That was a total misunderstanding.'' I screamed, tears of anger forming in my eyes.



''Do you really think I'm that stupid?'' He mocked, turning onto my house's street.




I shut up, too tired to scream anymore. How could I make him believe me?




''You know, out of all the girls in the world, I can't believe you actually would choose Rama. After all she did to me?'' I scowled.




''At least she was nice enough to tell me the truth!''



''About what?''



''Everything.'' He said shortly, stopping in front of my house.



''And you believe her because?'' I said, sighing.



He didn't reply, and I got out of the car and went into the house without another word.



*April. 


''Finally, the weekend!'' Lulu's perky voice yelled over the ring of the school bell, indicating that it was the end of that Thursday's school day.



I hadn't spoken to Yousef since that day. No calls, no texts, nothing. I felt weird, like half of me was missing.
My ''diet'' or whatever you wanted to call it was worse then ever, slowly destroying me. I didn't really care. I didn't really care about anything. Because, what I thought, was when you cared about something, it would ruin you.



As for the whole picture misunderstanding with me and Hashim, when I got back to school that Sunday he admitted to me, and everyone in the school, that Jana had threatened him and forced him to set me up, and she was the one who took the picture. It was just a part of Rama and Jana's plan, and everyone knew.



I hadn't seen Yousef around much in school, since everyone changed their class schedules. I only saw him twice, both of the times in school, a week after that day.



We were just strangers now.



''So we'll see you guys at 4:00, right?'' Fay said, picking up her bag.



''Yeah, sure.'' I said, grabbing my things, wondering about the carnival. Our school had one every year, and I heard it was loads of fun. And fun was exactly what I needed right now.

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I dumped my bag on my desk, plugging in my phone and rushing to go take a shower and change. After my shower, I got dressed, putting on dark blue jeans and a loose black tank top, slipping on my black leather jacket and golden toms.


 I straightened my hair and put it up in a smooth ponytail, slipped on a few rings and bracelets, sprayed my Chanel no5 perfume, grabbed my black Chanel shoulder bag, wallet, and my phone, then headed out the door.


''Amal!' I screamed from downstairs, checking the time.


''I'm here, I'm here!'' She giggled, running down the stairs. She was wearing a floral tucked in blouse with bright blue jeans and golden flats, her curled hair bouncing against her shoulders.


We both went outside, getting into the car and driving off to the carnival.



When we got there, we quickly found Ghalia, Lulu, and Fay, trying out new flavors of Monster, each of them looking like weird green and blue potions. We decided to walk around a bit, and I stopped to look at a bracelet booth, when I bumped into someone.


I looked up, my eyes meeting a familiar face. He looked so much different then before, his hair was cut short,  in a very army-like style, he got taller, and his face looked harder. His chocolate brown eyes widened in surprise when he saw me, and I froze in shock, unable to move.



Yousef.

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Chapter 37

Hello everyone! So as you've all noticed, i haven't been posting as much. School is my number one priority right now, and blogging never seems to fit into my hectic schedule. But that doesn't mean i'm shutting down the blog. I AM GOING TO TRY TO POST ONE (very long) CHAPTER A WEEK. that's the most i can do right now.

enjoy!

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"What is this?!" I choked.

It was a picture of me and Hashim, from the day that day me and Rama got into that fight, when we hid from the principal in that classroom.

The picture was taken at the exact moment when I backed up into the door. You couldn't see my face, but it was still pretty obvious that it was me.

I dropped the phone, fresh tears streaming down my face.

How was I supposed to explain this? "It's not what it looks like! I wasn't even doing anything, I just wanted to get the hell out of there and he helped me get away from Rama!" I pictured myself saying this to everyone, realizing it sounded pathetic.

I heard my phone ring, and I knew exactly who it was.

Yousef:D <3 is calling.

Amal picked up, and I crawled back under the cover, hoping I could just disappear.

Half of me wanted to stand up and grab the phone, desperate to explain that it was just a misunderstanding, while the other half of me wanted to tell him to get out of my life. The picture with him and Rama was NOT a misunderstanding.

"He'll be here in 5 minutes to pick you up." Amal sighed, rubbing her temples in frustration and walking out of the room.

I got up and went downstairs, finding my dad reading the newspaper.

"Hey dad, can I go over Yousef's house? We have to do a project for school."

"What? Yeah, yeah. Sure." He said, waving his arm carelessly.

I walked upstairs, unphased by his lack in interest. Before we used to be so close, but ever since summer ended, we've spoke less and less, slipping farther and farther apart.

I guess he just stopped caring about me.

I sighed, walking into my room. I went to the bathroom, washing my face and fixing my hair, tossing it to one side carlessly.

I got dressed, putting on jeans, brown knee high boots, and a tucked in blouse. I grabbed my chanel bag, storming downstairs and out the door.

there he was. leaning against his car, an icy look on his face. Something told me that, after this, me and Yousef would never be the same.

Chapter 36.

HELLO MY WONDERFUL READERS! :D. how is everyone? Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and um thats it? :p.

This chapter is dedicated to Y, a not so silent reader who helped me with this chapter! Thank you so much! <3. 

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The picture was of Yousef and Rama, her red lips pressed against his cheek, and him grinning at the camera. I almost screamed, but composed myself at the last second. I felt my eyes water up, and i shoved the phone back into Hessa's hands, running out of the school to the car as fast as i could. 

Amal and Fahad were waiting in the car, and Amal shot me an anxious glance, which I replied to with a ''we'll talk later'' look. I blinked, praying I wouldn't break down in the car.I looked out the window, seeing Yousef walking out of school, his face drained of all emotion. 

My best friend, my brother, my protector, my savior, my partner in crime. The one person who I trusted with everything. The person who I loved, and who loved me. The person who could make my day by just smiling. The same person who betrayed me, lied to me, backstabbed me, and broke my heart. That one person was standing right there. 

I turned away from the window, not wanting to think anymore. I looked down at my lap, trying to shut out all of my thoughts. As the car pulled away from the curb, I stole a backwards glance, seeing him staring at the car, and looking me straight in the eye with that same emotionless look in his eyes. I forced my eyes to tear themselves away from his, looking at the road ahead, not being able to look at him as we drove away, leaving him behind. 

I got home, and after greeting my father and Mariam, I ran up to my room, locking the door behind me. I threw my bag on my desk, and slid down on the floor, the unbearable tears spilling over my eyes. 

After 15 minutes, I finally stopped, my eyes feeling sore and tired. My whole body felt unbearably exhausted. I reluctantly got up, slipping off my sticky uniform and taking a cold shower, then changing into sweatpants and a bright pink Juicy shirt.


I was about to crawl into bed when I heard a knock on the door, followed by Amal bursting into my room and running over to me, holding her phone in her hand.


''Sara, have you seen this?!'' She hissed, pushing my legs and climbing next to me. Amal wasn't really a person who waited for an invitation to invade your space.


''That's old news, Amal. I already know about Yousef and Rama. Thank you so much for reminding me.'' I said in a sour tone, yanking the white douvet over my head, trying to block out her presence.


''Yousef and Rama? No, I'm talking about you and Hashem!! Why didn't you ever tell me about him?'' She shrieked, causing me to bolt up, grabbing the phone from her hand, praying that I had heard her wrong.


''Oh no.''
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Chapter 34

I stared at her with a look of puzzlement on my face. What on earth was she talking about?


''What?'' I said, looking anxiously at her phone screen.

''Do you have Rama Al X on BBM?'' Bdour asked urgently.

''No, why?'' I said, panic rising in my voice at the reminder of her name.


I did not like where this conversation was heading.


''Look at her picture.''

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*Yousef's point of view.


I aimlessly walked through the halls with Faris and Sultan, not having any intentions of going to arabic class.  This week I really got to know Sultan, and the person who I thought of as creepy was actually pretty cool. There were only two more hours until school was over, so we all were headed to the roof.


''Yousef!'' I heard a familiar voice call out from behind me.



Rama.




''This girl will not leave me alone!'' I thought to myself. I sighed, turning around.


''What, Rama?'' I said, a thick edge of annoyance in my voice.


''Can I talk to you?''  She said, batting her eyelashes thick with dark clumps of mascara, or whatever the hell you call it. I examined her face, looking for any signs that she might just be joking. She was wearing tons of makeup, chunks of foundation smeared accross her face. I always hated girls who wore too much makeup. I was glad that Sara didn't do that, I thought she was beautiful just the way she was.


''Will you leave me alone then?'' I said, nodding to the guys to go on with out me.


She nodded, and watched them walk away, leaving us alone in the hallway.


''Look, i need you to do something.'' She said, a serious tone in her voice.


''And why would I help you?'' I chuckled. That girl was unbeleiveable.


''Because you wouldn't want anyone to find out about our little secret, would you?''


''You wouldn't.'' I said, trying to hide the surprise in my voice.


''I still have the picture right here.'' She said, pulling out her blackberry, scrolling through it for a few seconds, then showing me the picture on the screen.



It was a picture of me and her from last year, just a bit before Sara became friends with her. My arm was around her neck, and her lips were pressed against my cheek.  I was grinning at the camera, my smile bigger then ever.



It was taken while me and Rama were dating.

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Chapter 33

HELLO EVERYONE!

Enjoy this wonderful (i hope) marathon of chapters! I wish i had more to say but I don't.

Enjoy! (I already said that but whatever.)
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I awoke to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, and the sun directly above, glistening on the water. I sat up, taking in my surroundings. I looked at the sleeping Yousef next to me, and then I remembered what happened. Imagine if someone saw us here? They would jump to horrible conclusions. Fear surged through me and I looked around. We were far away from the shaleih, too far for anyone to see us, and there weren't any other shaleihs within a mile of here.


''Yousef, wake up.'' I said quietly, running my hands through my hair, trying to get the sand out.


I saw him move around, awkwardly glancing around just as I had.


''Hey.'' He said sleepily.


I suddenly remembered the lunch that our parents were having.


''What time is it?!'' I asked, panicking.


''One. Oh my gosh.'' Yousef said, realizing why I asked him.


''There going to be here in 15 minutes.'' I shreiked, grabbing my flats and jumping up.


''Were dead.'' Yousef said, slipping on his red Toms and getting up.


I picked up all of the cigarettes, throwing them in the bushes, then we both ran back to the shalieh.


When we got there, we saw everyone sitting inside, and they all stared at us as soon as we walked in.


''It's about time you got back.'' Turki smirked, and everyone burst out laughing.


''You know, they're going to be here in like 10 minutes, you should go get ready.''  Amal said, glancing at the sand in my hair and fighting a smile.


I blushed, awkwardly running upstairs to the room. I thought I saw Lulu give me a cold look, but i just ignored it. took a quick shower, drying my hair and leaving it down. I quickly slipped on a casual white dress, and putting on gold flats. I left my hair down, happy that I had gotten all of the sand out. I skipped out the door.


I went downstairs, and soon everyone started arriving. Soon we were all eating lunch, and all of the parents were chatting.  After we were all done, the adults stayed in the living room, and the rest of us decided to go to the beach. I went upstairs,  putting on my bathing suite and shorts and a pink Juicy Coutore shit and pink flipflops.


We all got out the jetskis and pulled them into the water. We all jumped around running through the water. By the time we went back, it was already 6.


We all sat down on the beach, exhausted. We all watched the sun set, and everyone was at peace.


It was a great day.

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The week went by quickly, and it was sunday before I knew it.


I was sitting in class next to fay, reading a book. Our next class was canceled for god knows what, which meant we had to stay in this class for two whole hours.


The air conditioner was broken, and the heat was suffocating me. I desperately looked at the clock on the wall, surprised that it had only been 15 minutes since the class started. Fay was studying, as usual, and she looked as tired and as sweaty as the rest of us.


The substitute had already fallen asleep, and just looking at him made me feel drowsey. I half considered taking a little nap, but I knew I would never be able to sleep with all of the noise around me. Anything was better then sitting in a room for the next two hours with 24 sweaty teenagers.


I shifted my eyes from the clock to the door, seeing Hessa walk in silently, giving a look to the sleeping teacher. Bdour is really beautiful, she has light olive skin and a curvy figure, and she's really sweet. her long light brown - almost blonde - hair floated behind her, her wide green eyes full of worry scanning the room, landing right on me.


She quickly walked over to me, taking the empty seat next to mine and leaning close, pulling her blackberry out.


''Sara, have you seen this?!''

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Chapter 35

hello my lovely readers! The rest of the chapters will be posted as soon as possible, sorry for the delay! bloggers tend to be busy a lot :p.  And major cliffhanger this chapter, can't wait until I publish the rest of the story!

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I stared at the picture for a while, not sure what I was supposed to say.


We had only dated for a month, before I saw what kind of girl she was. I've never been the type of guy to like girls who act like that. I think it's disgusting. I never told Sara that we were dating, even though  it was the only thing I've ever hid from her in my entire life.


''What do you want?''  I said, tearing my eyes away from the screen.


''Simple. Break up with Sara.'' She smirked, twirling her overly-dyed hair around her finger.


''And why would I do that? She already knows we dated, I even showed her the picture.'' I lied, giving her a cold stare.


''okay.'' She said, walking away.


Okay? What the hell does that mean?


''girls.'' Thought to myself with a sigh, then turned and walked down the hall, heading to the roof.

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*Sara's point of view. 


''Look.'' She said, shoving the phone into my hands.  


I was just about to open bbm on her phone when suddenly the phone was grabbed out of my hands.


I looked up, seeing the arabic teacher giving me a stern look.


''You will get this at the end of the day.'' He said in a thick Egyptian accent.            


Hessa gave me an apologetic look.


''I'll show you at the end of class.'' She whispered.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  


Those two hours of class were pure torture, the wasted time giving my mind a perfect opportunity to over think and panic.


Finally, the ear piercing scream of the bell rang, and we all hurried out the classroom. I said bye to Fay, who hadn't noticed anything that happened. Me and Hessa rushed out the door, hastily grabbing her phone off of the desk. She opened bbm, then giving me the phone.


I squinted at the picture, thinking my eyes were tricking me.


But they weren't.

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Chapter 32

second one! honestly not sure how many chapters this is going to be, but I can assure you they'll all be great! well, I hope. The rest of the chapters will be posted on saturday!

This chapter is for one of my lovely readers @fa6my1612! Sweetest person ever :D! x

ENJOY!
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We both climbed into Yousef's Jeep, and I was still hoping that my father would even come tomorrow.


''Hey, Sara.'' He grinned, staring at me.


''Hey.'' I laughed.


''You know I exist, right?'' Amal said, annoyance in her tone.


''Wow Amal oh my gosh hi hello good afternoon how are you. You're looking very nice today how was school!'' Yousef said quickly, mocking Amal.


I laughed, and we drove off to 360, and went to B+F,  where we were greeted by 10 other people, all jumping up and down and waving. My eyes locked on Hussain's for a second, and I don't think I've ever seen him happier.


We all rushed inside, people's jaws dropping at the 13 of us, all giggling and talking. We all sat down at the biggest table, Amal next to Jassim, Ghalia next to Shoug, Shoug next to Faris, Omar next to Sultan, Sultan next to Ali, Ali next to Lulu, Lulu next to Yousef, and I was in between Yousef and Hussain. I couldn't help but think that there was supposed to be another chair, squished right next to Shoug and Ghalia. But I quickly shook the feeling off, reminding myself why she wasn't here.


We took at least 200 pictures, ate, and laughed about everything. Everyone congratulated me and Hussain, and I couldn't be happier.


*


We all left 360 and were now all crammed in the black Tahoe. 99.7 was blasting, and my driver had an annoyed look on his face. Part Of Me by Katy Perry came on, and all of the girls in the car instantly started screaming the lyrics out. We were all headed to my Shalieh for the week, and I couldn't wait. Hussain, Sultan, and Hashim were fitting in wonderfully, and they were all talking to Omar and Faris about football.




when we arrived to the shaleih, We all rushed out of the car, running to take our bags and rush inside. My shaleih is modern-looking, right in front of the sea with big trees surrounding it. I went inside, smelling the familiar scent of the sea. There were 3 wings in the house: one for the boys, one for the girls, and another for my parents. I went to the largest bedroom in the girl's wing, where there were 5 large matresses on the floor. I set my bag down, slipped off my shoes, and went back downstairs, finding everyone sitting in the living room, deciding on what to do.

We were the only ones in the house, besides the driver and two maids. All of our parents were coming tomorrow for a huge lunch, but for now it was just us. We all decided on watching all of the Harry Potter movies, and settled on the couches with popcorn.

It was about half way through the second movie, I felt Yousef nudge me on the shoulder.


''Come on.''  he whispered, getting up.  I silently followed him, wondering what this was all about. It was already 1, where could he be going?


I followed him out the house, and we were both walking down the beach, holding hands. We had been walking for about 5 minutes, when suddenly he stopped. I could hear the waves crashing on the shore, and I could feel the cool breeze of the wind brushing against my cheeks.


''Sara?'' He said quietly, looking at me with a big grin on his face.

''What?'' I laughed, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

''I love you.'' He laughed, sitting down.


We sat there talking about everything. From school to friends to jokes, and then more serious things like our mothers.  We told each other all of our worries and fears and happieness and everything that was on our minds. By the time we were done, it was already 4am.


I saw him reach into his pocket, getting out a pack of cigarettes. He took one out, placing it on his lips and lighting it up.


''I tought you said you quit!'' I screeched, taking the cigarette from his lips.

''No, I said I would try to quit.'' He said, smirking at me and taking it back.

''How would you feel if I started smoking again?'' I chalanged, taking it back.

''Sara, that's different.'' He sighed, turning to face me.

''How?''

''I wouldn't let you anyway. And besides, you're not like that anymore. You wouldn't do it.'' He chuckled, taking a long drag. He blew out, and I could see the faint outline of smoke dancing in the air.

''Lets see about that.'' I said, snatching it back.


I had been dying for one. It was like a breath of fresh air, ironically. I loved the lightness of it, how I felt so much better about everything after one. It's so weird how something so horrible for you can feel so amazing. It hurts you, but at the same time makes you feel better. Like burning and treating a wound at the same time.


I put it to my lips, inhaling. I instantly felt a surge in my brain, and my shoulders relaxed as I blew out the smoke.


''Sara, don't.'' Yousef whined.


I laughed at his tone, and gave him a look. He's not exactly the best person to decide if I should smoke or not.


''When you quit, I quit. Deal?'' I laughed, watching him take out another cigarette and lighting it.

''Deal.'' He agreed, and we pinky promised, just like we used to do when we were kids.


We kept talking, and even stayed on the beach to watch the sunrise. we both layed down, watching the sky turn red. I closed my eyes, and soon I was fast asleep.

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Chapter 31

Hello everyone! WELCOME BACK! So this is the start of the marathon, and I will be posting all of the chapters until the story finishes today!

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I quickly turned around, my heart pounding in my chest.


Rama.


''Sara!'' She shrieked, causing chills to run down my spine.


Just then, the bell rang, indicating the end of the school day.


''You are going to regret the day you ever decided to mess with me, Sara. Trust me.'' She said with a cruel look on her face.


She turned and walked away, her hands still clenched in angry fists. I noticed that I was shaking, and Hashim took my bag and was slowly guiding me downstairs.




What else was she going to do to me?


*

When we arrived home, I was still lightheaded. Amal and Yousef, along with the rest of the school, knew about the fight, and kept giving me weird glances. I was pretty sure Fahad didn't know, because he didn't say anything and was acting normal. I went up to my room, changing into sweatpants, considering staying in my room for the rest of the day - or possibly for the rest of my life. I shook off the idea when Maria called me for lunch.


We all sat down to eat lunch, and Aziz was even home to join us.


Everything seemed normal.


 Too normal.


I looked at Amal who was talking about math with Yousef, trying to act as if nothing was wrong, and failing horribly. Yousef had a stern look on his face, like he had a lot on his mind. I forced myself to indulge my mind into a long conversation with Aziz about work, and easily regurgitated a fake story about my day, the lies slipping off my tong.


We all finished, and I was about to rush up to my room. but Yousef gave me a cold look, as if he read my mind, and I stayed seated.


Me, Amal, and Yousef sat in the big living room, and Aziz and Fahad were going out.


''What happened?!'' Amal shrieked as soon as she heard the door close shut, breaking the silence.


I sighed, telling them what happened.


''You slapped her!?'' Amal said, a look of horror on her face.


''I was mad!'' I said defensively.


She ignored my reply, turning to Yousef, who still hadn't said a word yet. He had been silent the whole time.


''Just ignore her, Sara. She'll eventually leave you alone.'' Yousef finally spoke up, a tense look on his face.




I wish she did.




*One Month Later. 


I tiredly threw my school bag by my desk, thankful for the light amount of homework I had this weekend. It was 5, And I had just got back from school, due to staying late, getting some extra help from my math teacher. I put my phone on the charger, glancing at the various BBM broadcasts. I opened up the chat with Yousef, reading a new message.


Yousef AlX: Don't take too long to get ready, okay? I'll be there at 6 :*


I chuckled, excitement rushing to my brain. Everyone was going to 360 to celebrate. Celebrate what exactly? Well, the painting me and Hussain did was displayed in school, and was offered to be placed in an art gallery in Kuwait. All 13 of us, Ghalia, Shoug, Omar, Lulu, Faris, Amal, Yousef, Hussain, Jassim, Ali, Turki, Sultan and Hashim, were going to dinner at B+F. Then, since we had the week off from school, we were all going to stay at my shalieh for the weekend. I was so happy that everyone was going to be together, having pure fun.

 slipped off my uniform and took a freezing cold shower. I got out, changing into a crisp white flowing short sleeved shirt, tucking it into black high waisted jeans, and adding a skinny turquoise belt. I straightened my hair, tossing my hair to one side. I went to the bathroom, applying simple winged eyeliner and light pink lip gloss. I checked the time, 5:55. I went to my closet, placing my classic black Chanel shoulder bag over my shoulder, and putting on Yousef's necklace (for anyone whose confused, by Yousef's necklace I mean the necklace that Yousef gave me), slipping on nude flats, and spraying vanilla scented body spray over myself.   My bags were already packed for the week, but I still looked around, hoping I didn't leave anything behind.


I stuffed my phone in my purse, along with my wallet and my lipgloss. I looked at myself in the mirror, awkwardly glancing at myself. I had lost weight this month, and it was starting to show. I'm not sure why I did, but soon after the Rama fight, I looked at myself in the mirror and felt weird. I stopped eating as much, and when I did, I only ate a little. Something about Rama's words shook me.


''You're Ugly.''


''You're Worthless.''


Why would she say that? Obviously she was trying to hurt me, but there would have to have been a motive behind her words. The only thing I have ever been even acutely uncomfortable about was my weight. I was at a normal weight, and I rarely ever though about it. Now that I was 10 pounds underweight, it was always on my mind. My collar bones stuck out even more now, and they were complemented by the scoop of the neckline on my shirt. I glanced at my legs, which now had a tiny gap between my two thighs. A spark of happiness grew inside me, and I turned around, rushing out of my room and down the hall, satisfied.


''AMAL!'' I yelled, knocking on her bedroom door. She opened the door, pulling me in her room and shutting the door behind her. Her room is painted an obnoxiously bright shade of hot pink, and she has the fluffiest white carpet I've ever seen.


''How do I look?'' She said, spinning around. She was wearing a Forever21 flowing light pink lace top and black jeans, along with light pink heels and a white over the shoulder bag.


''Are those my jeans?'' I asked, a look of mock horror on my face.


''Maybe!'' She said, and we both laughed, walking out of her room and downstairs, finding my dad sitting in the big living room, reading the newspaper.


''Hey Baba!'' I said, going up to him and kissing his forehead.

''Hi, where are you two going?'' He said, examining us.

'To celebrate the art project from school, remember?''

''Okay okay. You both look very nice. Have fun, and be home by 8'' He smiled, returning to his newspaper.

''3amo, everyone's going to the shalieh after that, remember? You're coming too!'' Amal said, and we were both shocked that he didn't remember. All of our parents were very good friends, so it wasn't really a big deal that everyone was coming. Their parents were even coming for lunch tomorrow.


''Ahh, yes, I forgot! I can't make it tonight, we'll all be there tomorrow morning.'' He said, turning the page of his newspaper, engrossed in the sports section.


I heard a honk outside, and sighed. We both said goodbye, walking out the door.


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Chapter 30

Hey everyone! I've missed writing this story! So I just couldn't resist posting again, so here you go :p

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*oh and a note on Hashim's name: the spell check changed it to 'Hashem' in the previous chapters, so i fixed that now. it's spelled with an 'i', not an 'e', just in case any of you were confused:p. 

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The rest of the weekend went surprisingly well. We all ate a bunch of junk food and watched a lot of movies, just as Amal had planned. After dinner, I would always go upstairs to my room and do what I do best, which is draw. I sketched whatever came to my mind, and at the end of the weekend I ended up with over 30 masterpieces, and I made a mental note to show them to Hussain. After that, I would go hang out with Yousef and Amal, and I successfully kept my mind off of Rama and Jana.


On Sunday, I felt much better about the whole situation. I spent the whole break studying my thick textbooks, making up for all the skipped classes last week.


I opened my locker, gathering my french books. I had successfully avoided Rama all day, only catching a glimpse of her in the hall, talking to some year 12 guys. I slammed it shut, and walked to my class.


I was about to walk into class when I saw a familiar face.


Rama.


Her mouth curled in to a venomous smirk as she saw my timid expression. I annoyingly rolled my eyes, walking past her with my head held up high. I was not about to let her ruin my life again. I was about walk into class when I heard her speak, her high pitched voice echoing through the empty halls.


''Enjoy it while it lasts, he's not gonna be yours for long.'' She said, smugness dripping in her tone.


Anger was boiling in my blood, and I felt my hands automatically clench into fists. I dropped my satchel bag on the ground, walking up to her. Screw talking to her, what I wanted was revenge. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I knew that I would probably regret it.


''Rama, what the hell is your problem?!'' I yelled, leaning towards her. I towered over her, and watched her smug expression turn into a fearful one. I was at least 4 inches taller then her, I guess I just never noticed, considering most of the times I've been with her she was in those slutty high heels.

''I don't have a problem, Sara. You're the one with the problem! He doesn't even like you, why would he like you?! You're ugly. You're worthless. He just feels sorry for you. '' She said, shoving my shoulders, making me bump into the wall. I could feel my back roughly hit the wall, and I winced in pain. knowing that I was bruised.


I saw people stop and stare at us, and a few year seven guys started shouting ''Fight, Fight, Fight!''.


''You're right, he doesn't like me. He loves me. And who are you to say I'm worthless? Honey, you're not God, you have no right to judge me.'' I shoved her back, causing her to stumble a step backwards.


Then, without thinking, I slapped her straight across the cheek.


I heard the noise echo, and everyone immediately grew quiet. A red mark started growing on her cheek, and she shot me a cold look, her eyes piercing through me.


This was not going to end well.


She pinned me against the wall, and raised her hand to slap me, when I heard a voice echo through the hallway, causing the dozens of students surrounding us to scatter.


''What in the world is going on here?!'' The principal's voice boomed.


I was frozen in place, my legs refusing to move. The crowd was getting smaller, and I could make out her black heels stomping on the floor.


Rama ran off, and it looked like I was going to be in a lot of trouble.


I felt a hand wrap around my arm and quickly pulled me away into a small classroom. Once we were out of sight, I turned around to see who it was.


Hashim.


Hashim is the innocent one in his group of friends. He didn't smoke, almost never got in trouble. He was really intelligent, and the type of person you would go up to and ask questions about homework. he's a few inches taller then me and has light olive skin and chocolate brown eyes, always sparkling with joy.


''Sara! Are you okay?'' He said, his eyes gaping at the dull black and blue bruise on my collar bone. I quickly  fixed my shirt, hiding the bruise.

''Yeah, I'm fine.'' I said, suddenly noticing the lack of space between us. I tried to move away and failed, my back hitting the wall. He came closer to me, and I could feel his hot breath in the atmosphere around me.


Well, this is awkward.


I inched away from him, and reached out for the door handle, when he put his hand over mind, stopping me from opening the door.


''She's still there, remember?'' He chuckled, trying to peek of out the door's window.


We waited in silence for another 15 minutes before we heard her descend down the staircase. Once her loud footsteps faded away, we slowly exited the classroom, and stood in the empty hall.


''Well, um, thanks.'' I said, turning to walk to my class.

''Wait, you can't go to class now, the period's half over!'' He said, trying to hide his smug expression.

''Oh, you're right.'' I said, not really sure how to respond.

''Come up to the roof!''

I hesitantly nodded, and we both went up the staircase up to the roof, our eyes being blinded by the harsh sun rays.


There were a bunch of people sitting down and hanging out, but when the bell rang, indicating the next class, they all left, leaving Hashim and I sitting down on the worn out couch.


I hid there for the rest of the day, reading my warn out book. I was in no mood to go downstairs and risk another confrontation with Rama.


By the last class, me and Hashim were having a small conversation, and I was trying to push the whole fight out of my mind.


I saw Hashim open his mouth to say something, when I heard a familiar, and angry, voice shout behind me.


''Sara?!''

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Perfection.

Hey everyone! well, this isn't my typical post, but I really wanted to share this with everyone. 

If you're someone who's experiencing this, my dm's and ask.fm(I won't publish the ask if you don't want me to) is always open! I'm here to help, support, give advice, and simply talk. It's okay to deal with these things, it's a part of being human. 

And if you're a person who has ever made one of those comments to anyone, or any negative comment at all, it's not okay. Maybe you didn't mean it, or you were 'just kidding'. Maybe you thought you were trying to help. Maybe they said something hurtful to you, so you wanted to get back at them. Maybe it makes you feel good to say these things. But it will hurt them, so please don't. What if that was said to you? Your words will live with that person forever. It will crush them, and it will be etched in their minds forever. Go up to that person, and apologize. Tell them that they're beautiful. That they're funny. That they're intelligent. That they're perfect the way they are. Tell them before it's too late. 

Again, I'm always here to talk :). 

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You know what's horrible?

Is that someone can hate themselves so much. 

That someone can be so depressed about themselves sometimes.

about their body

about their personality

about their weight

about the way people think of them and their appearance. 

Even when they're completely happy, one look in the mirror can destroy them. 

When all of these thoughts keep rushing into their heads. 

''Not pretty enough.''

''Not skinny enough.''

''That won't look good on you. You're fat, remember?''

''You have to weight less.''

''I know you've lost weight, but not enough. You need to loose more.'' 

''Look how thin she is! Why don't you look like that?'' 

''Your stomach needs to be thinner.''

''Your thighs need to be smaller.''

''Your teeth need to be whiter.''

''Your hair needs to be longer.'' 

''You are not good enough.''

And you would think, that after loosing some weight, they would be happier with themselves. But in reality, they were actually happier when they weighed more, then when they weighed less. 

Because once they started loosing weight, they started being more critical on themselves. They started to despise themselves, and how they looked. 

Some of them start to loose weight for many reasons. 

For themselves

For a guy 

For their parents

For kids at school

Because someone ever made a comment to them

Or possibly all of those reasons. 

And the funny thing is, most of them aren't even overweight. 

So, for whatever reason, they try to loose weight. That person may choose Anorexia, or Bulimia, which is a very harsh way and will by 100% eventually kill you if you don't stop.

In this instance, they went on a strict diet. 

And it's a fact that they will loose weight doing this. And they'll probably be overjoyed with the results. 

But, once that joy dies down, it's replaced with a desire for more.

So, they'll continue to do whatever it is that they did to loose the weight. But, as they do, they start pinpointing other things about them. 

Their hair

Their teeth

Their smile

Their laugh

Their legs

Their arms

Their thighs

Their cheekbones

Their personality

All of these things that they never even thought twice about will suddenly become 'imperfections'. And they'll also try to perfect them. 

Soon, it becomes this vicious cycle of wanting one thing.

Perfection.

Even in the most random occasions, these thoughts will always be circling their  mind.

''Wow, my legs are so huge!''

''I really want to loose this weight!''

''My skin is so horrible!''

''Why can't I look like her?''

''Why can't I be pretty?''

''Don't eat that! You'll get fatter.''

''Do you know how many calories that has?''

''Wait, don't order that drink. It has too much sugar!''

''Look at them, they're staring at me! Probably because I look so fat.'' 

And the most common:

''I can't wait until I get thin and pretty and perfect and then I'll be happy!''

When in reality, they won't ever find their definition of 'perfect'', because they'll always find something that is 'wrong'' with themselves. 

All they set out to do was do one thing, loose weight. And it turned in to wanting to be Perfect. So they get depressed and they try harder and they finally achieve something, only to have their spirits crushed by another 'imperfection''. 

So they keep trying, and trying and trying to be 'perfect'.

And it's Killing them.

As for a solution to this cycle? Well, they're still trying to figure that out by trying to 'perfect' themselves. 

Well, you might be asking, ''How does she know so much about this, no one probably never had to experience this.'' 

Well, you're wrong, because millions of girls, and boys, experience this every single day. And as for how do I know about this? 

Because them is me. 

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Hey everyone! So for all the people who didn't read the notice I put on my last chapter post, I'm not going to be posting until September!  

I'm sorry guys, but I have a lot of things in my personal life going on right now and I can't juggle all of that and a blog! I'm going to be typing the posts so once I start posting in September, there will be a marathon and I'll finish the story. 

A lot of people have been asking me if I'll close the blog after this story ends. The answer to that is NO. :D. 

After this story ends, I'll be doing more stories! They won't be true though:p. Also, during this mini break I'll be writing short stories (one post stories). They look fun to write, so I'll give it a shot :). 

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Chapter 29

Hey everyone! I'm sorry about the marathon, it didn't really work out to well :/. I just have a lot of things going on in my personal life right now.

**READ THIS!**
This will probably be my last post until September. I really have too much going on right now, and it's not fair to you guys for me to promise you amazing chapters and then I end up being to busy to write them. I hope everyone understands. :) 

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I dropped the phone, leaning over and putting my head in my hands.


Why was this happening to me?


Whenever something amazing happens in my life, it's always shadowed by something horrible.


I guess that's what life does sometimes. It has all these twists and turns plotted out for you, waiting for you to give up. Waiting for your patience to crack, and your hope to fade. Sometimes people are like that as well. Sometimes they're not going to be the nicest. They'll lie, cheat, back-stab, hurt, and try to crush you. They try to knock you down over and over again, waiting for you to give up.


And I refused to give up.


As I looked up, Sultan came beside me, picking up the phone.


''Back off, he's mine, bitch. XO'' He read with a puzzled look on his face. ''Who the hell is this?'' He asked.

''It's clearly Jana. Does she think that were together or something?'' Hussain said, sitting beside me.


I thought for a second. It could be Jana, considering the encounter today.


''She knows about me and Yousef, so why would she need to tell me to back off of you?'' I suddenly said.


Yes, they knew about me and Yousef. I accidentally slipped it out to Hussain while we were discussing the art project yesterday. He, and I assumed Hashem and Sultan, were the only people who knew outside my circle of friends.


''So, who else would do this?'' Hussain asked, his eyebrows furrowing together.


''Rama.'' I said.


It made perfect sense. She clearly likes Yousef, and she'll do anything to get what she wants. I mean, she tried to poison me.


**
Side note. The whole thing with Fahad at Rama's party thing is made up, well kind of. Ya3ni there was no party. So here's what basically happened. And no, Rama isn't her real name. And the ask I answered about it wasn't true, just at that time I decided I wasn't going to say anything about it :p this is the 100% truth about it: 

Rama came back to my school but we basically avoided each other, and we only had one one class together, P.E, and I wasn't feeling well that day and we were running that day in P.E and I had to stop because I was about to faint, so the teacher told Rama to go get me water. So she came back with this weird look on her face but I ignored it and drank the water because the teacher was right there. So it tasted horrible and I started throwing up and i felt like i was going to pass out so the teacher called the ambulance and I went to the hospital and they said that the water was bad like it had chemicals in it or it was contaminated or it wasn't filtered or something. So they said that I had to stay home for two weeks because I got sick, but I WAS NOT in a coma. So then 2 weeks later I came back to school. 

That's all i'm saying for now, because then it would just give away everything:p i hope this clears everything up :D

**


''So what are you gonna do?'' Sultan said.

''I'm going to fix this.'' I said.


I sneaked downstairs and cleaned off the writing, then went back up to the roof. I was in no mood to be in class, knowing that Rama could possibly be there. For the rest of the day, I stayed upstairs with them.
Finally, the bell rang, indicating it was finally the weekend. I said goodbye to Hussain and Sultan, and quickly made my way outside to the G-Class.


Once we got to the house, I went upstairs, not bothering to eat lunch. I changed into my Juicy Couture sweatpants, yes I am pretty addicted to sweatpants, and a white shirt that said ''Be Happy'', and let my hair down. I sat on my bed, my mind deep in thought.


What was I going to do about Rama? I could try to talk to her. I decided that I would on Sunday.


Then i thought about Jana. I felt like I had been stabbed. Me and Jana weren't as close as Shoug and I, but we were still best friends. How could she do this to me? Call me a bitch, for what? To try to get a guy? She hated me. She took off her mask, only to show her true self. I guess that happens sometimes. People turn out to be fake. But I never thought it would be her.


Then, out of no where, I thought about Yousef. I smiled to myself, the though of him instantly making me happy. Should I tell him? But what if he freaked out about me skipping? Well, I could always leave that part out, but then I felt bad about not telling him. He said he trusted me, so what's there to worry about?


 I decided that I would. I got up, going downstairs to find him sitting in the main living room, watching tv with Amal.

''Hey guys.'' I said, sitting next to them.

''Hey Sara.'' They both said.

''Sara, why weren't you in Physics today?'' He asked, taking a bite of his Subway sandwich.

''That's what I'm going to tell you about.'' I sighed, and explained the whole story to them.

''So it's Rama who's doing this?'' He asked, his tone full of anger.

''She's unbelievable.'' Amal said, her eyes scanning the picture.


My shifted its thoughts on Jana, and I suddenly felt like crying. We were best friends for so long, but I knew I should have seen this coming. She was a kind of 'shady' person, she never really told us anything. She would pass on us hanging out, saying she had 'a family thing'. Little did I know, she was out with her cousin, hitting on guys.


It's weird, isn't it? How you can perceive a person as something, and find out that they're the complete opposite.


I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away.


''Sara, what's wrong?'' Yousef said, standing up.

''Sara, don't cry, it's okay. We're going to fix this!'' Amal said, coming to hug me.


I let out a sigh, looking up at her worried face.


''I'm going to go with Kumar (my driver) to the store, and I'm going to get us a bunch of ice cream and chocolate and other stuff that we'll regret eating, then we'll all watch a bunch of funny movies, okay?'' She whispered in my ear, giving me a tight squeeze. She always knew the right thing to say.


I smiled and nodded at her, then she threw her jacket, and made her way out the front door.


''Sara, what's wrong?'' he said as he sat down next to me.

''It's Jana. Just how could she do this to me? We were best friends.'' I said, tears streaming down my face.

''Everything is going to be fine, Sara.'' He said, giving me a huge hug.


I rested my head on his shoulder, staining his white shirt with my salty tears. After I felt better, I sat up, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.


''Sara, everything is going to be fine, I promise.''


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Chapter 28

Hey everyone, don't have my computer right now, so i'm typing this on my phone! i fixed the app, so hopefully it will publish now :)
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I nervously bit down on my lip, unsure how to answer.


"Sara, you can tell me. I'm here to listen, not judge." Sultan said quietly, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"I don't know why. It started as me and Rama just being friends, then ditching class, then smoking, then going out with guys, and somehow we ended up here. It's like she dragged me into this black hole, and I let her." I said.

"You're not the first person she did this to."

"So I've heard." I sighed.

"I can drop you off at your house, what's your address?" He said, changing the subject.

"I'm supposed to be at Rama's house right now, and she's not getting back for another two hours."

"I know the perfect place." He said.


20 minutes later, we arrived at the seaside. We got out, walking towards the water and sitting on the sand.


We talked, until I recieved a call from Rama, telling me to meet her at her house.


I reluctantly got up, brushing the sand off of me.


"Thank you so much Sultan, you're a life saver." I smiled as the car pulled up to Rama's house.

"Anytime. Whenever Rama drags you along to go hang out with Mohammed, we'll do this again, okay?" He said, flashing a grin to me.


And that's exactly what we did.



*Present Day



I snapped back to reality, the memory quickly fading.


"Wonderful." I said truthfully, a small grin growing on my face.

"I'm glad to hear that." He smiled.


We talked about the randomest things until we heard the door swing open, seeing Hussain walk in, his expression looking worried and upset. He ran to us, pulling out his phone.


"Sara, have you seen this?" tossing his phone at me.


I picked it up, my eyes widening in suprise as I saw the picture.


Somone had written something on my locker in what looked like red lipstick.


And the words weren't so nice.
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Chapter 27

Rama? Why on earth was she here? Once I think that I can finally get her out of my life, she comes back. I cannot believe this.


I quickly ran in the opposite direction, towards the staircase leading to the roof. I heard the bell ring, and contemplated going to class. What if Rama was there? I decided against it, and quickly ran up the dusty staircase, finding Sultan sitting on one of the chairs, smoking a cigarette.


Sultan is tall, and has light olive skin, curly black hair, and a muscular figure, making him look very....... unapproachable. But he has the brightest green eyes I've ever seen, which he gets from his French mother. He inherits her accent, and you can hear traces of it when he speaks English. He's super talkative, and always knows how to cheer someone up.


''Hey Sara.'' He mumbled, taking his last puff before putting it out in the ashtray.

''Hey.'' I said, sitting down on the couch.

''What brings you up here?'' He asked, reaching in his pocket to pull out another pack.

''Not in the mood for class. You?'' I sighed, leaning my head back on the leather material, feeling a small bead of sweat dripping down my neck, falling on my collar bone. I closed my eyes, seeing only a warm shade of red.

''Same.'' He sighed, and I heard a click of a lighter, followed by the familiar scent of the burning cigarette.


I opened my eyes and sat up, digging in my satchel bag for my phone. I pulled it out, seeing I had a new dm that I received only a few seconds ago.  I squinted at the screen, and opened twitter.


@HussainAlX: You in class?


I thought about my reply, then quickly typed, a small smile growing on my face.


@SaraAlX: Nope, I'm up on the roof with Sultan, you can join us if you want:p.


He replied back in seconds.


@HussainAlX: I'm in Arabic right now, I'll meet you guys there in 20 minutes :D.

@SaraAlX: See you soon :)


I slipped my phone back in my bag, turning to Sultan.


''So Sara? How have you been since, you know.'' He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, taking another drag, blowing the smoke out of his nose.


Sultan was one of Rama's boyfriend, Mohammed's, friends. He was with us before we went to 360, but he never came with us to CR. He wasn't like the rest of them, he didn't have a girl clinging to him at all times. Rama actually had the nerve to try and pair us together. We both declined, and we ended up becoming friends. While Rama and the rest of them weren't too busy making out with each other or smoking, he would say we were going to 'hang out', then sneak away with me, and drop me off at home.


He could tell that I was no where near comfortable with them doing 'that', and the feeling was mutual. Sometimes we actually would go hang out and talk. He was the type of person who you can tell everything to, knowing that they'll give you their honest opinion without judgement.


*Last Year


Rama, Zainab Maram, Layal, and I were all in a park somewhere in Salwa, late at night. I told my father that I was going to be sleeping over at Rama's tonight, having a sleep over with the girls.


Obviously that wasn't what was going to be happening.


Finally the weather gave me an excuse to wear something semi-decent. I was wearing jeans that were a bit too tight, high heeled boots, and a plain grey shirt under a white sweater. They, on the other hand, weren't so weather conscious.


We were all sitting down on a stone bench when Mohammed and his friends came towards us, a shy Sultan behind him. Me and Hussain weren't as close back then, so I never really had spoken to him.


They all sat down, Mohammed ordering Sultan to sit next to me. I we both glanced at each other, and he gave me a small smile.


Through out the night, they were all smoking, and, well, other things they weren't supposed to be doing.


Around 10:30, I gave in to Rama's bickering, lighting up my second cigarette of the night. I heard my phone buzz, and opened my twitter.


@SultanAlX is now following you. 



I looked up at him, and followed back.


Seconds later, I received a dm.


@SultanAlX: Why are you here?

@SaraAlX: I could ask you the same thing.

@SultanAlX: Do you even want to be here?

@SaraAlX: Not really. You?

@SultanAlX: Watching a bunch of people kiss and smoke? Not my idea of a Thursday night.

@SaraAlX: Well, I don't think they're going to stop anytime soon.

@SultanAlX: Want to get out of here?


I slowly nodded, feeling horrible sitting here. I took a slow drag of my cigarette, and put it out on the ground, stomping it out with the heel of my boot. I quietly stood up, clinging to my Chanel cross bag.


I heard Sultan get up, causing Mohammed to pull away from Rama and turn to us.


''Where are you two going?'' He smirked, lighting up a cigarette.

''Were gonna go get some Starbucks.'' Sultan quickly said, lightly pulling my arm towards his silver Mustang.

''Be at my house at 12:00.'' Rama said, turning back to Mohammed.


I followed Sultan to his car, getting in and quietly shutting the door behind me.


I put my seat belt on, not quite sure where we were going. Sultan pressed on the gas, causing the car to quickly speed out of the parking lot and on to the street. I was about to ask where we were going when Sultan turned his head towards  me to say something.


''Sara, why are you doing this?''

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Chapter 26

Hello:) This is the second day of marathons, so that means I am going to be posting only one chapter today. This is because the story is almost finished, only around 5 chapters, and I don't want it to end so quickly!

 I'm going to be doing another story after Wonderwall ends, and I wall start it after Ramadhan. Not going to say anything about it yet, just that it's going to be something you're all not expecting. I'm super excited to start doing the story, I am constantly thinking about it, and I can't want to start it! It will be 100% fiction.


Enjoy!

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As soon as the words left my lips, I pushed pass her, making my way to the G - class.


I found Yousef inside, staring out the tinted window.


''Hey.'' I said cautiously.

''Hi Sara.'' He replied, turning to face me.


He was about to say something when Fahad got into the car.


I sighed, leaning back in my seat, digesting everything that happened today.


When we got home, I went straight up to my room, not bothering to eat anything. I took off my uniform, sprawling it all over my room, and changed into green Free City sweatpants and a D&G white tank top.
I let my hair down, and crawled into bed with my iPod.


I listened to music for the rest of the day, until eventually I fell asleep.


I woke up, feeling well rested. Then I remembered everything that happened today.


That's why I love sleep. It's that only time where you can forget everything and just relax. No worries, no heart ache, no confusion, no pain, just sleep.


I rolled out of bed, walking downstairs. I went to the dining room, where I found Maria.


''Sara, Fahad and Aziz go out, chef make dinner for you and Amal, and Yousef go to room.'' She said, and walked out.


I sighed, sitting down alone, and ate my dinner.


I thought about Yousef. I knew we couldn't keep acting like this.


After I ate, I went upstairs and knocked on Yousef's door.


''Come in.'' I heard his groggy voice call out.


I slowly opened the door, seeing Yousef lying on the mahogany framed bed, in grey sweats and a white v neck tee shirt. He turned to me, his eyes widening in surprise.


''Hey.'' I slowly said, closing the door behind me.

''Hi.'' He said, sitting up to face me.

''Can we talk?''


He nodded, patting the empty space next to him. I walked over, turning to face him.


''Sara, I'm sorry. I know that I overreacted about Hussain and I know that it was wrong for me to say that.'' He quickly said.

''It's okay. I'm sorry if it upset you, I won't do the art project if you don't want me to.''

''No, you should do it. I know how happy it would make you.'' He smiled.

''Really?''

''Really.''

''Yousef, you know that I love you right? And no one could ever make me change my mind.'' I said, taking his hand in mine.

''I know, Sara. I love you too.''

''So are we okay now?'' I laughed.

''Yeah.'' He smiled.

I got up and gave him a nice, long hug, then went back to my room, falling into a deep, worry free sleep.


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I left Social Studies class, glad that it was finally Thursday.


Things with Yousef were going amazingly, and me and Hussain were already working on the project. Once or twice a week, I would skip class with him, and go to the roof. Sometimes Hashem and Sultan would come along too. It was nice, just sitting and relaxing, not having to worry about anything.


I decided that today was going to be the day that I talked to Jana. I gave her 3 days to sweat. She stopped talking to Hussain, and she wouldn't dare to talk to me or any of our friends. I had told all of my friends, except Omar. I couldn't stand being the one to break his heart. It would kill me.


It was break, which meant Jana was probably in the lunch room, eating with this girl from her french class, Lujain. I walked up to their usual table, a fake smile plastered on my face.


''Hey Jana! Can we talk?'' I said sweetly.

''Um, sure.'' She gave Lujain a look, then followed me out of the lunch room.


As soon as we were out of sight, I gave her a cold look.


''Look, Jana. I know about your little conversations with Hussain. And I know exactly what you said. You are such a horrible person. What the hell are you doing? You are not the Jana I knew when we were in first grade. How could you do this? To me? To Omar?! You make me sick. Oh and I'm the bitch? Honey, take a good look at yourself.''


''Sara, back the fuck off. And yes, you are a bitch, just like Ghalia, Shoug, Lulu, and Amal. I've found better friends anyway.'' She said.


''Oh really? Well then, have a good life being a slut.'' I said simply, giving her a big fake smile, and walked away, leaving her speechless.


I sighed, going up the stairs to my locker. I was about to turn the corner when I saw someone I never expected to see.


Rama.

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Chapter 25

Hello:D. third chapter of the marathon, 3 or 4 more chapters will be posted tomorrow:D.


ENJOY! <3.

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Jana? My Jana? The one who was 'totally in love' with Omar?


''Hussain, are you sure it's Jana?'' I said cautiously.

''Yeah, Jana Al X.'' He said.

''What's going on between you two?'' I asked, clearly wanting to get to the bottom of this.

''Well, we met this summer at a party one of her cousins were throwing. She came alone, none of your other friends were with her. She was flirting with a bunch of these guys, and then she made her way towards me. She was all over me, and then she asked for my number. I declined, then the next day I got a bbm from her, saying she got my pin from someone at the party.

Now she's pretty much been flirting with me, and probably half of the guys in Kuwait, since I saw her give her number to a lot of guys at that party. I tried telling her to back off, but she won't listen to me. Don't get me wrong, she's pretty, but I'm not really into her. So can you talk to her?''

I was shocked. I always though of Jana as the ''respectable'' type. I never in a million years would have expected her to do something like this. Then again, looks can be pretty deceiving.


''Sure, I'll um, talk to her. Can I see some of the bbms? If you don't mind.'' I asked.


''Yeah, sure.'' He said, handing me his sleek blackberry.


I opened his bbms, finding numerous ones from Jana. I opened them, my eyes gaping at the screen.


Jana Al X: Heyyy Hussain;)

Hussain Al X: Um who is this?

Jana Al X: It's Jana! We met at Sana Al X's party, remember? ;p.



I scrolled down, stopping at a random place. I checked the date, noticing it was from this morning.



Jana Al X: Babe, why weren't you at 360 last night? ;(.

Hussain Al X: I was busy.

Jana Al X: Too busy for me? ;o.

Hussain Al X: yup.


Then I found one that wasn't even read yet.


Jana Al X: Well okay. I'll see you in school then, just make sure that Sara bitch isn't around. ;**


I looked away from the phone, feeling like I wanted to cry.


''Sara what's wrong?'' He said.


I handed him back the phone, not being able to say anything.


What had I done to Jana that made her so mad at me? Had she always been like this?


 A fake friend in disguise?


''Oh my god, Sara I'm so sorry.'' Hussain said, awkwardly putting his phone back in his pocket.

''No, it's fine. I will defiantly be talking to her.'' I said, anger pulsing through my veins.


We heard the bell ring, and I stayed seated. It was only study hall, and I was in no mood to be there, especially since I knew Yousef was going to be sitting in the same room as me.


We talked for the rest of the day, until I heard the final bell ring. I got up, reluctantly turning to leave the roof.


''Sara, wait!'' Hussain called.

''Yeah?''

''If anyone's a bitch, it's her.'' He said.


I smiled, and turn around to walk downstairs.


I made my way outside to the car, when I saw the last person I wanted to be near right now.


Jana.


''Hey Sara!'' She said.


I gave her a long, cold glare, making her fake smile fall off her face and her skin turn pale.


I turned around and walked away, when I turned back and blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.


''You're such a fucking backstabber.''

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