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.