Chapter 23

Hello everyone:) IT'S MARATHON TIME!! :D. This is the first chapter of the 6-7 posts I'm going to be posting:).


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''SARAAAAAA!'' I heard my housekeeper, Maria, yell as she opened the curtains, exposing the bright sunlight. I groaned, shoving a pillow in my face, trying to escape the harsh sun rays. 


''Yala Sara you get up you must go to the school!'' She said, throwing the covers off of my freezing body.

''okay fine one minute!'' I sighed, getting up.


It was the first school since my 'accident' and I was dreading the constant interrogation from my classmates.


I went straight to the bathroom, and took a cold shower, instantly waking me up. I wrapped my hair in a towel, then ran a straightener through it. I put my hair put in a ponytail, letting my hair fall down my back. I changed, slipping on my boring school pants and buttoning my crisp white shirt. I looked at the mirror, examining myself. I stared at the bruise on my cheek, wishing it would go away. I sighed, applying concealer over it. Once I was satisfied that it couldn't be seen, I put on some clear lip gloss. 


 I grabbed my Proenza satchel bag, and sprayed my signature Chanel no5 perfume on. I went over to my bedside table, grabbing my blackberry and stuffing it in my bag, then went over to my closet, slipping Yousef's necklace on and hiding it under my school shirt. I slipped on my black flats, and looked at myself one last time in the mirror. I smiled, and made my way downstairs. 


Fahad and Aziz were already downstairs, eating breakfast. I said my usual good mornings, and headed to the kitchen. I saw Yousef sitting on the chair, eating a bowl of cereal, his eyes glued to his phone.


''Good morning!'' I said, walking over to the fridge to get some milk.

''Morning, Sara.'' He said, turning his attention to me.


I put my bag on the counter, and poured some cereal into the bowl. I turned to get some toast and eggs from the counter, feeling his eyes on my back. I sat down and ate, trying to hurry so we wouldn't be late.


''How did you sleep?'' Yousef asked, finishing the last of his cereal.

''Good, except for the part where I had to wake up.'' I joked, digging in to my eggs.

''Same here.'' He laughed.



I poured myself orange juice, and checked my phone. There were numerous broadcasts, and two dms. One was from a girl from my class, and one was from Hussain.


Hussain Al X: Hey Sara, are you coming to school today? :)


I typed back,  my tired brain trying to find a decent way to reply.


SaraAlX: Yeah:)


''Simple, but effective.'' I thought to myself, making me laugh.


''What's so funny?'' Yousef asked, looking at my phone, then back at me.


''Nothing.'' I said, brushing the topic off.


''Oh really?'' He said with a smirk.


He reached over the counter, grabbing my phone.


''HEY!'' I said while getting up, trying to grab my phone back.


 I had nothing to hide, the only guys I had on bbm were my cousins, along with Omar, Turki, Faris, and Yousef. Everyone in my grade followed me on twitter, including guys, but I never dmed them or anything, aside from Hussain. It's not like he would mind, right? Wrong.


''Why are you talking to Hussain?'' Yousef asked in an accusing tone, looking up from the phone. He was well aware of Hussain's 'bad reputation', just like everyone else.


I rolled my eyes. Typical stereotype.


It's horrible that just because someone has a certain appearance, or acts a certain way, people will always judge them and not get to know the real them.


 I gave Hussain a chance, and I was surprised with the outcome. He was probably one of the sweetest and creative people ever, and it's a shame that no one, besides his friends, Hashem and Sultan, ever get to see that.


''He just asked if I was okay. I know him from the art project last year, remember?'' I quickly said.


''Okay.'' He said, getting up and going to the corner of the room, trying to keep me from snatching my phone away.


I walked over to him in disbelief. I pulled his arm, forcing him to turn around. He stuffed the phone in his pocket and looked at me with a cold expression.


''You don't trust me?'' I said, and his facial expression immediately changed.

''No, Sara, it's not like that at all!'' He said, holding my hand.

''Oh really?'' I said sarcastically.

''Really! Look Sara, I'm just being defensive because I love you.''

I blushed, and looked up at him. ''I understand.''

''Good.'' He grinned, taking a stray piece of my chocolate brown hair and tucked it behind my ear.

''So can I have my phone back?''

''Can I give it to you at the end of the day?''

''Why?''

''You don't trust me?'' He teased.

''Fine.'' I giggled.


I turned around to go back to eat my breakfast, when Yousef held on to my hand, spinning me back around.


''Aren't you forgetting something?'' He smirked.

''What?'' I laughed, trying to figure out what he was talking about.


He leaned over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, making me blush like crazy.


''That.'' He said, returning to his seat.


Amal burst into the room, her large purple Kate Spade satchel bag swung aimlessly around, hitting her hip.


She closed the door behind her, eyeing my red cheeks.


''Good morning!'' She said, skipping over to the counter, getting eggs and french toast.

''Good morning.'' Yousef said, looking back at me.

''Morning, Amal!'' I said, sitting down next to Yousef.


She sat down, and quickly ate, stuffing her face like a chipmunk, causing me and Yousef to laugh.


''What? I'm hungry!'' She said, digging in to her eggs.


I noticed how she curled her hair and had it in an elegant ponytail, and was wearing light mascara.


''So Amal, whats up with you and Jassim?'' Yousef teased, causing Amal to choke on her french toast.


When Yousef and Amal both met, they clicked instantly. It was so funny to watch them joke around.


''Absolutely wonderful.'' She sighed with a big smile on her face.


''He will never shut up about you! All he does is 'Amal did this blah blah blah, Amal has amazing hair blah blah blah Amal Amal Amal.' He teased, faking a sigh. 


I burst out laughing, and watched Amal as she grew as red as a tomato. 


''COME ON GUYS WERE GONNA BE LATE!'' I heard Fahad scream from outside, causing me to jump out of my seat.


I grabbed my bag off the table, and made my way outside the house. I told my driver to take us in my fathers  g-class, and we all climbed in.


15 minutes later, we all arrived at school. Amal quickly ran off, and Fahad went to go hang out with his friends, leaving me and Yousef to walk into school.


I was greeted by well over 50 people, each coming up to me and asking how I was, what happened, etc.
Finally I made my way over to my locker, getting my stuff for classes. I was about to slam it shut when I felt a persons arm wrap around my waist.


''Yousef!'' I said, looking around, seeing an empty hallway in front of me. Everyone was probably already at the assembly.


I relaxed, and closed my locker, hearing a small cough behind me.



Hussain?