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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