Hello everyone:D another chapter :) I hope everyone's enjoying the story. Don't be afraid to tell me here, on twitter, or on ask.fm, if there are any suggestions or comments you would like to make:)
Note: Names have been changed in this story, and Sara is not my real name:p
enjoy!
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The week sped by quickly, and before I knew it, it was Thursday. The whole school was buzzing about the party, talking about who was going and how fun it was going to be. By the time everyone walked into last class, everyone was already ready to jump out of their seats and leave the class. I skipped into class, delighted that it was almost the weekend.
My eyes searched the room, looking for Yousef. I spot him at the last table in the back of the room. He looked up from his conversation with Faris, and caught my eyes. He smiled, pointing to the seat next to him. I nodded and made my way over to him, and sat down. I turned to see two girls giving me accusing glances. I rolled my eyes and ignored them, turning my attention back to Yousef and Faris, who were in an intense conversation about Barcelona and Real Madrid. I sighed, knowing that they probably weren't going to shut up anytime soon. I pulled out my blackberry, trying to pass the time, waiting for the Physics teacher to arrive.
There were mostly broadcasts about the party tonight, and hardly anyone was online. I logged on to twitter, noticing that my 215 followers had gone up to 224. Most of them were girls from my class, and two were those creepy spam accounts, which I quickly blocked. One of them caught my eye.
Zainab Al X. I clicked on her profile, looking at her avatar. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a loose fitting button up shirt. I remembered her last avatar. It was a picture of her in a tight black dress, holding a cigarette, next to Rama. Had my message gotten to her that night? I smiled, happy that she had gotten off of that path. I followed everyone back, and a few minutes later, I got a DM from Zainab.
ZainabAlX: Heyy Sara! How are you? long time no talk;p.
I mentally cringed at the ''long time no talk'' part of the message. It was me, well Yousef, who blocked her, not bothering to check up on her, and see that she has changed.
SAlX: Hey Zainab! Good, and you?
ZainabAlX: Great:p I wanted to thank you for saying that, that one night at coffee republic. You basically woke me up. I've stopped smoking, cut off all contact from Rama, and have started living a proper life. Thank you so much, Wallah I owe you. I wish I had the guts to leave the group like you did.
I stared at the message, not sure how to reply.
SAlX: omgg:o I'm so proud of you! I'm so happy that you stopped! How are the other girls? :D
ZainabAlX: Thankyouu:*. Layan stopped speaking to Rama a week after I did, and stopped smoking that night. The look on her face when you said that it was wrong. She dropped her cigarette and left shortly after you did. She's currently wearing a hijab, and is happier then ever :D I haven't seen her even get close to a guy ever since:) As for Maram, She stopped smoking and going out with Rama and those guys ever since that night, but her and Rama are still in contact. She's slowly diverting herself from Rama, and starting to find new friends. Me, her and Layan are still great friends, stronger then ever, all thanks to you:)
I sat there, anxiously reading the 4 dm's Zainab sent me, tears of happiness threatening to overflow. It just proves that one person's actions can really make a difference to a group of people.
SAlX: I'm speachless right now:o. That's so wonderful! I'm truly overjoyed right now!
I set my phone on ''all alarms off'' as I saw my teacher, Ms Skye, walk in. She was a tall 25 year old American, with strawberry blonde hair, sun kissed skin, and the longest legs I have ever seen. She was wearing black creased cigarette pants, and a floral short sleeved top, tucked in with a black skinny belt.
I saw how the guys drooled over her, talking about how hot she was. I turned my head to Yousef and Faris. Faris didn't flinch at the sight of her, his eyes still glued to his phone, bbming with Shoug. Yousef was busy staring at me. He gave me a funny smile, and I laughed and blushed, putting my head down and staring at my hot pink notebook. Ever since we were little, once in a while, Yousef would just stare at me. I never found it strange, but it always made me feel embarrassed.
After the lesson was over, everyone quickly ran out of the classroom. I said goodbye to Yousef and Faris, knowing that I would see them tonight at the party. I went outside to the black Tahoe, seeing Fahad talking to his group of friends. In the crowd around him, I saw Deema. She was one of the seniors, and became friends with my brother this summer. She was leaning against her white jeep, her long brown hair flowing in the wind. She twirled her fingers in her hair, batting her long, mascara coated eyelashes at him.
He leaned his hand on her car, and gave her a wink. I crossed my arms and gave him a death stare. He turned around, seeing me staring at him accusingly. He quickly started walking towards the car, and climbed inside, not saying a word. I gave her a long glare, before getting into the car, and shutting the door.
We waited for Amal to come out of school, probably catching up with Lulu. He turned to me, trying to sound as calm as possible. '' Me and Deema, were just friends, you know that, right?'' I rolled my eyes and turned around to face him. ''Since when do friends act like that?'' I fired back, annoyed at his hypocritical sayings. He would kill me if he saw me talking to a guy like that, yet he's doing the exact same thing? Total bullshit.
''Look, I really like her, okay? I like her smile, her laugh, her eyes, her sense of humor, and everything else about her. It's my senior year, and after this she's going to England for college, and I'm going back to America! I at least want to be with her this year, because it's going to kill me to be away from her. Please, Sara, understand me for a second!'' He said, running his hands through his hair. Which was basically his way of saying ''don't tell dad''. I sighed. ''I understand, just think about this the next time you lecture me about guys.'' I said, giving him a small smile. He sighed in relief. ''Thanks, Sara.'' He said, messing with my hair. I playfully punched him in the arm, and turned my attention to my phone. ''So what time does the party start?'' I asked him, calculating how long it would take me to get ready. ''At 7:30, don't be late.''
Amal got into the car, her hair down from her pony tail, and her cheeks lightly flushed, as if she had just ran a marathon. She had a huge smile on her face, and she was on cloud 9. I turned to her, asking how her day was, and we talked about the party until we got home. I went up to my room, setting my bag down and charging my phone. I checked the time, 4:00. I walked into my closet, trying to figure out what I was going to wear. I wanted something that wasn't too plain, but not too over the top either. I ended up picking out a a Forever21 one shouldered, sleeveless, knee length black glittery dress (click to see the dress!) and paired it with black flats. I laid the dress on my bed, examining my outfit choice. Perfect.
I went to go take a long shower, making sure my hair was clean, and I smelled wonderful. I got out, wrapping my hair in a towel, and went to change into some shorts and a tank top. I lathered my skin in my bath and body works body lotion, and went to start doing my hair. I straightened it completely, letting my long locks flow down my back. I tried styling it, but just gave up and left it alone. I went to go get dressed when my phone started ringing. I rushed over, looking at the caller I.D. Youseff:D is calling. I quickly picked up, delighted to hear his voice.
''Hey, Sara!'' His smooth voice echoed through my head, sending sparks through my brain. ''Hey'' I said, going back to my closet, looking for my black Chanel purse. ''Are you getting ready? Don't be late!'' He said, making fun of the fact that I always took forever to get ready. ''I just did my hair, and I'm gonna go get dressed now.Yousef, my dress is so cute ohmagoshhh it's one shouldered, and all glittery and sparkly and baoutifulllll!'' I said in my California girl accent, mocking him. ''Ohmagawd girl that is so FETCH!'' He mocked back, knowing how I always said fetch. We both burst out laughing for about 3 minutes. I put the phone on speaker as I did my nails, filing them and adding a clear coat.
We both were talking for another 30 minutes about the party, and I told him I had to go get dressed. We both hung up, and I walked over to my bed and slipped on my dress. I looked at myself in the mirror. It was an appropriate length, and if Fahad or my father objected about the one shoulder, I could just put on a black blazer. I flipped my hair to one side, and added some volume to it. I still had an hour and a half until we had to leave, so I decided to do my makeup. I curled my lashes, and added black mascara. I applied some eyeliner, and coated my lips in some light pink lip gloss. I dabbed it, so it wouldn't be too shiny, and examined myself in the mirror.
I couldn't believe it was me. I examined myself in the mirror. I spun around, admiring my skinny waist. I put on the necklace Yousef gave me, adjusting it around my neck. I placed my phone in my black Chanel strapped bag, and glanced at myself one last time before sitting down on the lounge, opening my macbook to pass the time for 45 minutes, when at 7:30 Amal knocked on my door, telling me that we had to go. I slipped on my flats, grabbed my bag, and went downstairs, clutching my blazer in my hand, just in case
anyone objected to my dress.
I went downstairs to find my father, Mariam, Aziz, Fahad, and Amal all waiting for me. I shyly smiled, as everyone gazed at my outfit. Of course, my father wanted to take pictures of me, Aziz, Fahad, and Amal all together. Amal was wearing a long sleeved pink floral lace dress, with a brown belt, gold necklace, and light pink flats. After countless photos, we all went out to my fathers black Porsche, and drove to Dana's house.
In the car I made a silent promise to myself. No matter what happens tonight, I would have the best time in the world, and forgive and forget all of the troubles. That I would just have pure, blissful, fun.
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''Look, I really like her, okay? I like her smile, her laugh, her eyes, her sense of humor, and everything else about her. It's my senior year, and after this she's going to England for college, and I'm going back to America! I at least want to be with her this year, because it's going to kill me to be away from her. Please, Sara, understand me for a second!'' He said, running his hands through his hair. Which was basically his way of saying ''don't tell dad''. I sighed. ''I understand, just think about this the next time you lecture me about guys.'' I said, giving him a small smile. He sighed in relief. ''Thanks, Sara.'' He said, messing with my hair. I playfully punched him in the arm, and turned my attention to my phone. ''So what time does the party start?'' I asked him, calculating how long it would take me to get ready. ''At 7:30, don't be late.''
Amal got into the car, her hair down from her pony tail, and her cheeks lightly flushed, as if she had just ran a marathon. She had a huge smile on her face, and she was on cloud 9. I turned to her, asking how her day was, and we talked about the party until we got home. I went up to my room, setting my bag down and charging my phone. I checked the time, 4:00. I walked into my closet, trying to figure out what I was going to wear. I wanted something that wasn't too plain, but not too over the top either. I ended up picking out a a Forever21 one shouldered, sleeveless, knee length black glittery dress (click to see the dress!) and paired it with black flats. I laid the dress on my bed, examining my outfit choice. Perfect.
I went to go take a long shower, making sure my hair was clean, and I smelled wonderful. I got out, wrapping my hair in a towel, and went to change into some shorts and a tank top. I lathered my skin in my bath and body works body lotion, and went to start doing my hair. I straightened it completely, letting my long locks flow down my back. I tried styling it, but just gave up and left it alone. I went to go get dressed when my phone started ringing. I rushed over, looking at the caller I.D. Youseff:D is calling. I quickly picked up, delighted to hear his voice.
''Hey, Sara!'' His smooth voice echoed through my head, sending sparks through my brain. ''Hey'' I said, going back to my closet, looking for my black Chanel purse. ''Are you getting ready? Don't be late!'' He said, making fun of the fact that I always took forever to get ready. ''I just did my hair, and I'm gonna go get dressed now.Yousef, my dress is so cute ohmagoshhh it's one shouldered, and all glittery and sparkly and baoutifulllll!'' I said in my California girl accent, mocking him. ''Ohmagawd girl that is so FETCH!'' He mocked back, knowing how I always said fetch. We both burst out laughing for about 3 minutes. I put the phone on speaker as I did my nails, filing them and adding a clear coat.
We both were talking for another 30 minutes about the party, and I told him I had to go get dressed. We both hung up, and I walked over to my bed and slipped on my dress. I looked at myself in the mirror. It was an appropriate length, and if Fahad or my father objected about the one shoulder, I could just put on a black blazer. I flipped my hair to one side, and added some volume to it. I still had an hour and a half until we had to leave, so I decided to do my makeup. I curled my lashes, and added black mascara. I applied some eyeliner, and coated my lips in some light pink lip gloss. I dabbed it, so it wouldn't be too shiny, and examined myself in the mirror.
I couldn't believe it was me. I examined myself in the mirror. I spun around, admiring my skinny waist. I put on the necklace Yousef gave me, adjusting it around my neck. I placed my phone in my black Chanel strapped bag, and glanced at myself one last time before sitting down on the lounge, opening my macbook to pass the time for 45 minutes, when at 7:30 Amal knocked on my door, telling me that we had to go. I slipped on my flats, grabbed my bag, and went downstairs, clutching my blazer in my hand, just in case
anyone objected to my dress.
I went downstairs to find my father, Mariam, Aziz, Fahad, and Amal all waiting for me. I shyly smiled, as everyone gazed at my outfit. Of course, my father wanted to take pictures of me, Aziz, Fahad, and Amal all together. Amal was wearing a long sleeved pink floral lace dress, with a brown belt, gold necklace, and light pink flats. After countless photos, we all went out to my fathers black Porsche, and drove to Dana's house.
In the car I made a silent promise to myself. No matter what happens tonight, I would have the best time in the world, and forgive and forget all of the troubles. That I would just have pure, blissful, fun.
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