Only Love Can Make You Player: 7

(Before i continue writing this story, i need to clarify a couple things.

-It is not my story

-I am not responsible if any of you did any of what is on my blog, i'm here to write and express, not take responsibility for foolishness.) 

Previously:

on Thursday, i was bored and there was nothing to do, so i called basma and suggested that we go to our farm, you know, ta'3yeer jw and we can bbq there and stuff.

and i told her to bring Maha with her and i'll bring a friend of mine as well, that was an excuse just to see Maha and get to know her more.

Don't get me wrong, its not like I'll hook up with her, I just want to see her, I called waleed and told him about that plan, at first he refused to come and thought it was a stupid idea w malh 5lg, then I convinced him and he said yes, so its going to be a fun night, well I hope so.

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The weather was breathtaking, it made us feel like we were sitting on top of a clouds. The clouds were so close that i feel like i could touch them.

Nobody was talking, nobody was using their phones, nobody was awkward. Everyone enjoyed this relaxing silence. 

We were sitting on a table that was right next to the pool that reflected the sunset which was magical. 

I was sitting on one of those long chairs, so Basma was sitting next to me and she had her head laying on my chest and i was casually playing with her hair. 

Maha was sitting right in front of me, therefore, i can't stop staring at her. She was staring at me too, she was giving weird looks. Like she wanted to tell me something, or perhaps i was getting the wrong message? 

Waleed was sitting on my left, he was busy smoking up but i knew that he was watching our every move and i know he knows what was exactly running through my mind. 

i gently removed Basma's head off of my chest and slowly got up and went inside the villa, i went straight to the open kitchen and opened the silver fridge hoping to find something cool to drink, even though there were a cooler outside.

i hear footsteps behind me and i turned around to see that it was Maha and she was still givig those weird looks.

"what's up?" i casually asked and then layed back on the kitchen counter, giving Maha my full attention.

"what's up with you?" she smirked at me

"Me? What about those looks you've been giving me?" i smirked back and folded my hands.

she sat on the counter that was facing me and wrapped her legs around each other "No it's nothing."

i enjoyed her company so much that i wanted to spend more time with her so i suggested that we xbox and she happily yes.

We talked while walking to the living room and i turned my face to the window that showed the table that we were sitting in which now only had Basma and Waleed. Basma was wearing headphones and she only wears headphones when she's annoyed or uncomforable, yep that is a weird habit of hers.

But i thought it was kind of rude to ignore Waleed like that, but he seemed okay with it.

Anyways, we sat on two blue and purple bean bags right in front of the Tv screen. 

"ha wsh tben nl3ab?" i asked

"Fifa?" 

"el3aaab! t3rfeen tl3ben Fifa?" 

"Eeh wsh t7sbni?" 

Her ego was so big and her self-esteem was incredibly high, that is sexy as h e l l. 

"ya galbi tara ana ma anhzm 3ala fkra!" i wanted to tease and i wanted her to want to prove herself to me. ha ha.

"Ent t7ki t7ki w ma ashof shai, yalla yalla sh'3lh w walla baksir rask" 

i laughed.

We chose our teams and started playing, she couldn't score anything but neither can i. She knew how to use her goalkeeper that i only scored one goal. which was impressive. 

the final score was 1-0

"walla bkil 9ra7a, you proved me wrong and you proved that girls maybe can play Fifa." i said

"maybe? ma kfak eli jak?" she said laughing.

"ana eli ashofa eni sjalt 3laik wa7d 9fr"

"tbi nl3ab game thanya w awrek?"

"yalla!"

as i said that, Waleed and Basma walked into the room.

"ketha n'6amkum ya3ni?" Waleed said as he was jumped to the sofa.

"ay n'6am" Maha said defensively. 

"n'6am s7batkum hathi" Basma said that while she was looking me straight in thw eye

i felt like i was being attacked, so i wanted to turn the table or change the subject.

" La ya galbi bas i wanted you and Waleed to have your quality time so you can bond since you two are the most important people in my life." I smiled one hell of a smile

Basma smiled uncontrobally at me

Maha whispered to herself "naīve"

Waleed screamed "allahhh 7abeebi 3azuzi ana ast7i lma t'3azlni fj2a lazim t36eni 5br gblha" 

Basma and Maha laughed but i ignored him.

"6yb esm3u shraykum nl3ab l3ba?"

"esh hy?" they asked

"it's a boardgame, estnu bajebha mn el syara" 

i got up and checked that they car keys are still in my pockets, i went to my car and saw Basma following me, i turned around, hugged her and smelled her hair. it sounds creepy but she melts when i do that and she always smells good so thay is a bonus.

"i miss you" i whispered in her ear

"i miss you too" i can feel her smiling

i gently turned her around without letting her go and slowly pushed her so that her back was laying on my car windows and i enclosed her. 

"god you're so beautiful" i said to her ear

she shyly laughed and pulled me close just when i thought we couldn't any closer. 

i started kissing her neck and up to her ear while i was playing with her hear, the two things she can't resist: -playing with her hair -kissing her neck. 

i heard footsteps behind me but thought it was just the wind, and then i heard Maha's voice.

"e7na bnl3b wla m6wlen entu?" 

shit, i didn't want her to see us like that, ii pulled away from Basma and opened the car to search for the game until i found it and went right back to the living room without even waiting for Basma to come with me. 

After we sat down in a circle, i explained the game to Basma and Maha but Waleed already knows this game because we've already played it a dozen times before. The game was Never Have I Ever, good choice right? yeah i know.

"shraykum nl3ab nafs el l3ba bas bdon el board?" Basma suggested 

"Eeh a7san" Maha agreed

"bas el l3ba tgul lazim alcohol, and we don't have that, so what's our alternative?" 

"ma y7taj shai" i said

"how about this?" Waleed said pointinf to the joint in his hand. 

"La la w alf la" i didn't want them to get high because i don't want to take any responsibility of what might happen to them. 

"ella ella" Basma sounded like a child who was trying to convince her mother to give her more chocolate. 

"Wsh wrana tarah weekend"Waleed stated

"shukran ya calendar adri enh weekend bas mabeehum yjrbon shai ma gd jrboh" i said irritatingly 

"i have tried it, and what? are you afraid of getting so high because all of the things you've done?" Maha teased me

"What are you talking about?" i asked

"esh g9dha?" Basma asked me

Maha laughed and i ignored Basma.

"5ala9 ya a6fal yalla nl3ab ana babda2"

(if you don't know how this game is played, then google it so you can understand the chapter more)

he gave each one of us one J.

"Never have i ever not remembered how i got home" Waleed said

Maha, Waleed and i took a puff then we laughed.

"okay okay, never have i ever been so high your eyes were almost shut" Maha said.

Waleed and i took a puff.

"my turn, never have i ever cheated on my boyfriend/girlfriend" Basma said while looking at me.

again, Waleed and i took a puff.

"oooooo, things are getting tense" Maha laughed

"never have i ever had a fake ID" i said

we all took a puff and i looked suspiciously at Basma

"Never have i ever met Selena Gomez" Waleed said

"i have a feeling that we're gonna be best friends" Maha said to Waleed while laughing

"and what about me?" i asked

"la ent shai thani" she said without looking at anyone.

if stares could kill, then i would have been killed by the stares Basma was sending my way. shit.

 "Never have i ever fooled around in a sibling's room" said Maha

"Wsh thal su2al el sha67" Waleed said

Maha and i took a puff

Waleed laughed so hard that he had to lay down so he can breath

"What's up with that?" Basma asked me

"twha el l3ba t9er 7elwah" Maha commented

"w enti el commentary 7gat el l3ba wla eesh?" I said to Maha while laughing and i didn't realize that i was ignoring Basma until Waleed pointed that to me with his eyes, but i still chose not to say anything

i felt uncomfortable because someone was watching my every move.

"okay now, never have i ever said i love you to someone just because you had to say it" Basma said

Maha and Waleed took a puff, and i have done that before but i felt like Basma was waiting for me to make a mistake so i gave her what she wanted and took a puff.

"Oh wow" she said.

"enti wsh fek shaka bnafsk?" I asked

"3aziz 5ala9!" Waleed said

i gave her a look and then looked away

we played more for a couple of rounds  but i wasn't enjoying it at all, i was using my phone and texting people.

after half an hour, everyone were high but not as high as Maha and i were because we took most of the puffs. 

suddenly Maha went to sit on the sofa with her backpack and takes out her laptop and turns it on. 

i was watching her for minutes waiting to find out what is she going to do on her laptop and then Friends' intro is playing so i figured that she was watching Friends.

I jumped and sat next to her

"nice choice, tdren eni kil ma a6fash asawi Friends' marathon?"

"7attaa ana!" she said laughing

We laughed so hard, maybe because the show is funny or maybe it is because of something else. 

As we watched the episodes i layed my head on her shoulder and she put her hand on top of mine.

After watching two or three episodes, we looked around to see Basma was asleep and Waleed was on the phone with someone.

"eeeh meen tklm?" Maha teased

"wsh d5lk ya allah ya shen el lgafa" Waleed jokingly said

"wdk n6la3 barra?" i asked Maha

"yalla"

We walked around the farm in silence.

"agulk shai?" Maha said

"eeh?"

" tdri eni a3rfk mn gabl la Basma t3rfk!"

"oh really? how?" i tried to tease her

"Reema"

My face expression went from smiling to no expression at all.

"kaif t3rfenha?"

" w a3rfk ba3ad gabl ma Reema t3rfk, mn zamann w ana a3rfk bas i never really tried to talk to you, at first i was afraid that you might think i'm annoying, but when i gathered enough courage, one or my friends tells me that she has a new boyfriend named Aziz" 

"which was Reema.."

"Right, but i knew that she was never serious, so when i tried to approach you again, my other friend tells me that she was in love with a guy and to my luck that guy was also Aziz"

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forget.

i was never the forgiving type,

but ever since i fell for your lies,

everything started to collapse,

& u made me feel like i was on my own,

it's like i made the mistake to cross your road,

i swallowed my pride and wanted to forget,

that you haven't noticed my disappearance yet,

and today i just wish i could forget,

your voice that night when it made me melt. 

3pm

27dec

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i talked to you first saying i miss you because the way i felt was too much,

i texted you again with a joke just to make sure that we were okay,

i asked you later about how you really were and i knew you weren't going say because we're not the same,

and then i finally realized, 

that i'll never be good enough in your eyes,

and with that, i'd still give you my world if you asked.

11:45am

18dec.

The only exception. (6) the finale.

Raghad's point of view; 

after spending the weekend with Ziyad i felt really good like distance won't change anything about our friendship and won't change anything about him treating me like his sister/best friend. 

a few weeks later, 

my relationship with Mohammed was getting stronger and i'm getting to know him better and better.

we've finally gone through the awkwardness phase, now i'm getting a little bit comfortable around him, we talked about our childhood and growing up, apparently his mother is american and he was born and raised in america, i thought it was pretty cool.

and we talked a bit more about our families and our love lives and colleges and all that stuff. the weird thing is i'm starting to trust him so maybe i'll finally tell him who i am. i hope i dont scare him off.

“mohammed i have a question for you”

“shoot” he replied instantly which made me nervous.

“okay so if i tell you who i am right now will you judge me for doing all this?”

“are you kidding me? of course not! and if you dont want to tell me i'm fine with that aham shai akalmk!”

“no i think i wanna tell you, i'm Raghad... Rahaf's friend”

he called me;

“so you are that freak kid i saw at the restaurant?” he asked

“ha ha! yeah that was me”

“can i tell you something but promise me you won't get mad and understand that what i'm about to tell you has happened a month ago”

“uh ga3d t5wfni m7md eesh hu?”

“9a7btk rahaf galt li enk bt7akeeni b fake account w hy eli galtlk tjen t7akeni and you were actually kind of using me to prove a point to her!”

“are you fucking serious right now?”

“you know i wouldn't lie to you, bas ma knt abi agolk mn awal 3shan law glt lk gabl ma tgolen li meen enti ymkn bt5afeen mni and you'll stop talking to me, so i was waiting for you to tell me, but dont worry, whatever happened between us, all the conversations are between us, no one knows about them, not even rahaf”

wow... this is too much to take in, i mean.... Rahaf have betrayed me and Mohammed is being so nice about this that i cant actually get mad over the whole rahaf thing... i'll just forget about it for now..

“shukran mohammed you're really sweet” i said blushing.

“mn jdk enti ma beena! and you're so nice that people like rahaf dont deserve you.”

“ma a3rif eesh agol.”

“there's only one thing to say”

“and what it is?”

“i love you?” he sarcastically said

“i hate you!” i laughed

“you know that Big Sean said that girls only say hate you to the guys that they like”

“bullshit! he doesn't know anything about love!” i said

“ha ha ha so you're admitting that what you have for me is love?” 

oopsie... i stayed quite for seconds not knowing what to say...

“haa haaa?? yalla e3trfi walla mara7 a'67ak 3laik!”

“w laish bt'67ak 3li ya 7ywan!”

“enti el 7ywana”

“7ywan”

“7ywana”

“perhaps 7ywan will be our always.”

“laaaa ma tw83tk bhathi el dnaa2a w el w6awa”

two hours passed, and we were still on the phone.

“raghad can i tell you something? and this time its your turn not to judge me!”

“yumma what is it?”

“i like you, a lot. i liked you even before i knew who you are, i crave you i want to know everything about you. like with you, i can talk about anything that crosses my mind and i wont worry if you think its stupid or childish, i mean, how amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the crap that goes through your mind?”

not THAT is too much to take in.

“mohammed you know i'm not the type of person someone falls in love with..”

“raghad esm3eeni 7abebi, i swear to god i only want this with you, i've never wanted anything more than this.”

“what do you mean “this””?

“you know what i mean! a relationship with you”

“uhhh... madre i'm confused..”

“and god your voice.. you dont have any idea what your voice does to me”

my tummy was doing the butterflies thing again and i'm not liking it again, i'm grinning and i'm happy and i have no idea what to say. this guy just poured his heart out to me and i dont know what to say.

“madri..”

“its okay we can take things slow, i know that this is going to be your first time trying this and i dont want to scare you, and i promise you i'm worth it. i wont let you regret any second you spend talking to me”

“hahaha yeah i highly doubt that”

and just like that... me and Mohammed became a couple... well i guess? or are we still friends? damn i'll just go with the flow.

—

Madhawi's point of view;

this thing has been driving me insane, its literally getting on my last nerve.

i mean, i've been always the one with the late replies, the short answers, the silent treatments...

why Ziyad is doing all of these things to me? i mean i haven't done anything wrong at all, or have i? i haven't done anything at all!!! and its making me lose my mind.. 

and my pride is stopping me from talking to him a7s'ha ehana li etha a7ad sa7b 3li w r7t klmta, mu mt3wda 3ala ketha, fa ma klmtah ella marrah wa7da mn ba3ad ma bda el jnoon 7gah w s7ab 3li

i was at anoud's house, and we were hanging out in her sister's room. anoud and her sister were playing Saudi Deal and i was drifting with all these thoughts..

“m'6awi bala s5afa emshi el3bi” her sister said

“hu ana law bal3ab bkasir rooskom kilkum bs krman mni mara7 al3ab.”

“la t9adgeen nafsk bas w emshi el3bi” anoud said

“la walla mali 5lg”

“ella sha5bar Ed lal7en silent treatment 7gh mashi?” the sister asked

“lisa mashi lil asaf”

yep her sister is that close to me that she knows almost everything about my life, she's like the older sister i've never had, i really like hanging out at their house, it feels like home more than my original home. does that even make sense to you.. idk.

Anoud sat next to me on the sofa,

“feek shai?”

“la ma feni shai, esm3u bas2alkum, kaif t5alon walad y7bkum? su2al marrah bay5 bs 9dg kaif?” i asked the both of them.

“b9ra7a ana kil ma zbdt lil walad akthar kil ma 5ag 3li w nshb li akthr” her sister said

“ma3laik mnha thi la tsm3en klamha, bt6yr mnk kil walad b n9ay7ha el '3abya”

“la mn jid mn jid esm3uni ya3ni law yjek walad kil el banat 5agen 3leh w shayf nafsah w jeti enti zbadti lh, ttw83on mara7 y9er yb'3akum akthar?”her sister explained

well, that kind of made sense to me, but its not like that with ziyad, ziyad is not chased by a lot of girls.. 

i dont know, maybe i have to try this?

anoud made fun of her sister's love advice and she thought it was the stupidest thing.

“bagolk shai” anoud said

“wshu”

“leesh ma tgolen l ziyad enk tbeenh? y3ni entu tsoolfon 6oul el wagt w tafkeerkom zai ba3a'6 w tnbs6oon lma tklmoun b3'6, mn eesh 5ayfa?”

that was a bit unexpected.

“5li kil shai 3ala janb, enti 3adi 3ndk eni ta8reeban bdet a7ibah w mara7 tz3len law y9er shai beena?”

“haw mn jdk tgolen ketha? 6ab3an 3adi w ana mu tafha az3al mn ashya2 zai ketha, b3den ana a9lan ma 9dgt alga lk wa7d 3ajbk”

anoud hates these kind of situations so she always says something funny and starts insulting me when she starts feeling uncomfortable, i find it very hilarious. 

after that, i instantly unlocked my phone and started texting ziyad, i just miss him too much.

our chat was kind of lame and cold, so i decided to take anoud's sister advice.

“leesh 9ayr ma tmsk jawalk abad”

“walla ensh'3lt m3 el jam3a w ketha”

“bellah la tsawi nafsk kbeer”

“lol?”

okay okay that went wrong... let me try this again.

“Ziyad leesh 7a6 thil 9oura whatsapp marra sheena”

“enti 6fshana w jaya t7arsheen wla wsh g9tk?”

i think what anoud's sister meant was talk to him with a little bit of attitude not be a complete bitch to him.

okay now let's try to follow anoud's advice without actually messing this up.

“okay i'm sorry ziyad, what i'm trying to say is that i like you ziyad, this is why it never worked out with any other guy, because they're not like you, and this is why i cant talk to any other guy now, because you're in the picture.”

wow i could honestly be a poet.

“i like you too madhawi, no in fact i love you, but you're too good for dating me and you know i'm really busy these days cause i'm moving to sharjah soon and in the same time i dont want to lose our friendship it means the world to me”

“i love you so much you're my princess”

“ma abeek tz3leen ya galbi bs ma abi akathb 3laik kaman”

i just got rejected from the guy that i like and it doesn't even hurt, not a little, i love how sweet he treats me. and i dont mind being friends with him for now, yep for now only. 

--

three months later;

Raghad's point of view;

we just got back from a club from a club to Mohammed's apartment, we were with his friends and their girlfriends.

as soon as we entered the apartment, two of the guys went straight to the bathroom to throw up, three of them went to sleep.

so now its just me, Mohammed and his friend and the friend's girlfriend.

we were chilling and listening to music, nobody's talking, nobody is ruining this relaxing moment for anybody.

i was laying on the sofa, my body is numb and heavy and my head is spinning but i'm loving this feeling.

my phone started ringing and i picked it up to see who's calling because its 3am, who calls on three in the morning?

it was ziyad. 

“hey”

“hala walla raghad kaifk galbi?

“el7amdella ana kwaisa el7amdella”

“6yb a39abk” he started laughing. “esm3i ba5ith rayk b shai greeb 9arli”

“okay wshu”

“awal shai eesh feh 9outik?”

Mohammed and his friend were whispering things to each other and then they started laughing.

“haw raghad enti mu bil bait?”

i didn't answer him

“raghad. waink. bsr3a?” he paused between each word

“bil bait”

“badg 3ala telephone el bait rdi al7en”

“are fucking insane? gltlk ana bil bait dont be so skeptical”

“raghad o8sem bellah law ma tgolen li waink badg 3ala omk w agol lha”

i hung up...

--

madhawi's point of view;

i was at the airport with my grandmother, my aunt, and my cousin,

we were going to Greece, its kind of a family trip.

we gont on the plane and i was seated next to my cousin and she's the quiet kind of person and i appreciated the silence for now.

i layed back and my mind started wandering, i thought about the things that have happened to me in the past three months,

when i first talked to ziyad, when i first met, i remember when his personality to me was so intriguing, he was the most compelling guy i've ever met.

after opening up to him and telling him about how i really felt, he told me that he loved me but he wasn't ready for a relationship,

well i wanted to see if he really loved me or was he only saying that because he felt bad for rejecting me,

so i started telling him about the guys that i liked, the guys that flirted with me, the guys that begged me for my attention,

and his response was “bashri omk”

so i dont really know if he got jealous or not..

hours later, we got to the hotel and we checked in, my cousin and i were in a suite and my grandmother and aunt were in another.

i got to the suite and went to the balcony and checked my phone to see if there was any missed calls, there was, but none were from Ziyad

what a bummer.

so i decided to make the move and call him, it was ringing..

“hala”

“ahlan kaifk?”

“el7amdella w enti?”

“mashi el 7al”

awkward silence...

“ziyad ab'3a akalmk fi maw'6oo3”

“m'6awi mali mzaj al7en ajleh lba3den”

“leeh eesh fek?”

“mshakil 3a2ila”

“ma3 meen?”

he sighed. “my cousin”

“raghad?”

“eeh”

he told me about his cousin a couple of times, he told me that they were very close to each other.

“okay i'm here if you need to talk”

“eeh wa'67”

“eesh ga9dk?”

“wala shai”

“la goul?”

“ga9di ena mn ba3d ma glti li that you like me w enti sa7ba 3li, w ttklmen 3an 3yal gdami, mabso6a fehum marrah? w awal kan kil shai y9eer li enti awal mn yadri 3nh al7en 7ayati kilha ma tdren 3nha wala shai, bdait ashk enk ma glti li that you like me ella bas ketha knti 6fshana.”

ba3d kil hatha ygoul li ketha..

i've had enough with his bullshit.

“mn jdk ent? ent eli sa7b 3li wla tklmni 6oul thil fatra, w leesh ga3d tkabir el mushkla? i was just being nice to you!” i imploded.

“this is you being nice to me?” he laughed. “ la ma kbart el mushkila hy ma kant la kbera wla 9'3eera bas abi atklm feha, w fi ashya2 tgolenha li mal omha da3i wdi amskk w al3an jdfk 3laiha.”

now he crossed the line and he's being rude to me.

“you know what? i'm done with this, i dont want to talk about it anymore i've had enough”

“no you must talk about it, do you wanna work it out between us or not?”

“i. told. you. i'm. done. with. this”

“ok you should've told me this before, bye”

and he hung up

i was so pissed off, words cant describe how pissed off i was, its like a part of me is so mad at him and the other part knew that i'm going to regret ending it like that.

my throat hurts and i was about to cry, i held it all in and said to myself “yarab ya kreem j3l eli swah feni y9er l agrab sha59 lh w a3z sha59 3ala galbh.”

--

i haven't talked to Ziyad after what happened yesterday, i'm too scared to talk to him.

i went to my room and started packing for my trip with my family to the US, we're leaving in three days.

i got bored from packing, called the maid and told her to finish packing for me.

i changed my clothes and went to Mohammed's

-

we were all at the airport, we were sitting in a cafe waiting for them to announce our flight.

“halaa walla taw ma nwart kil el emarat” my father said to someone standing behind me.

i knew it was him, i turned around saw him.

“mnawra feek 3ami” Ziyad said and kissed my father's forehead.

my mother was sitting next to me “byji m3na?” i whispered to her

“eeh” she looked so happy to see her favorite in the family.

“leesh ma gltoli?” almost shouting

“kan ybi ysawelk mufaj2a” she turned and she has a weird expression on her face “w eesh feeha law ja m3na? la ykon ma tbeenh wla mt6agen?"

“la 5alti shda3wa nt6ag bs t3rfen bntk dalo3a w ma t7b a7ad yhawsh'ha lma t'3l6” he was looking at me and he tone was telling me “e9bri 3li ya kalba ana awarek”

“baba 5ala9 mabi arou7 america” i said

“hathi eli za3jtna 3ala america bil a5er tgolen ketha?” my father said laughing

“wshu hu bait 9a7btk 3shan 3ala a5r shai tgolen mabi arou7? eg'6bi ar'6k bas” my mom punished me

Ziyad laughed.

we got on the plane, and guess what? ziyad was seated next to me. ughh its gonna be a very long flight.

he sat next to me and closed his eyes and tried to sleep with his headphones on.

i was relieved, he's not gonna lecture me the whole flight. maybe he forgot about what happened? or believed that i was actually home?

“la t7asbeeni nsait eli 9ar, bs sh'3lk b3dain mub al7en”

and no he didn't..

days passed by, nothing really happened, ziyad was ignoring me all the time, and i was happy with it, i hope he continues on ignoring me and let me enjoy my time.

after having breakfast with my family i went back to the apartment to get changed and go to the movie and i was taking my time getting ready cause i already bouhht the tickets.

suddenly ziyad entered my room

“emshi m3ak bagolk shai"

i tried to act strong “i already made plans, 5alha ba3den”

“wsh hy el plans 7agtk ya3ni? btro7en tshofen movie? wow what a fun plan. emshi bas astnak bilsyara”

ugh i hate being forced to do something that i dont want to do.

i got in his car and he was smoking, he knows that i hate the smell of the cigarettes and he didn't even respect that. 

he started the car and drove, we arrived to what looks like a park? i looked at him waiting for his explanation, but he ignored me and went out of the car.

i followed him and found him sittig on a bench, i sat beside him.

we stayed quiet for minutes and my patience was running out.

“so?”

“sjltk bjam3a hena w btbden b3d esbu3een” he said

“kaif ya3ni?”

“you're not coming back with us.”

“if this is one of your sick jokes tara ma y'6a7ik!” i got up.

he held my hand and motioned me to sit down.

“enti tdreen ana lesh swait ketha, w enti tdreen ena akthar shai akrhah b7yati hu el 5mr w tdreen eni amyz been 6regt kalam el sakran w 6regt kalam el 9a7i l2n aboy kan yrja3 lna el bait kil youm sakran, w tdreen eni t38dt mnh mn ba3d ma kan shwai w y6g omi, enti akthar ensana tdreen 3an kil hathi el ashya2” a tear rolled down his cheeck “w ma3 thalk r7ti w shrbti! w foug hatha kilah shrabti m3 3yal!!!”

i didn't realize that i was crying, he's right! i'm such a bitch for doing this to him, love wasn't supposed to make you feel like this, its not supposed to make you lose your best friend, its not supposed to change who you are. it was supposed to be innocent this is all rahaf's fault... no its my fault. i should've never let what she said get to me, so what if i dont know how to talk to boys! bo big deal, its not the end of the world.

“ziyad i'm sorry” now i'm sobbing

“3adi” he's not looking at me

“ziyad look at me i'm really sorry! i'm stupid for doing all these things i'm sorry i dont want to lose you”

he laughed “its too late for that”

--

Madhawi's point of view;

i came back from greece two days ago, surprisingly, i had a lot of fun with my family, my fun to be around grandmother, my funny aunt and my interesting cousin, we went to all these fun places, and thanks to my family, it was a good trip.

and Ziyad, we never talked after what happened. it was after months of silence that I realised we make better strangers than we ever did anything else.

today i'm going to anoud's i haven't seen her in a month. i miss her so much. and her cousins are coming too, i've seen them once or twice. they're nice.

i got there early cause i wanted to talk to anoud on private, i told her about what happened and she thinks that i did the right thing. i'm glad she thinks so.

her cousins came and i talked to them for a bit and then they started talking about things that i'm not interested in.

until one of them, Meshael, said something that grabbed my attention. “eeh w raghad t'thkronha? 9degtna el sabak, t5ylu 6l3t mn t7t lt7t 7rkatha! m7md gal li ena her cousin gf6ha 3ala shrb w 6l3at m3 3yal w 5rab” they all started insulting her saying what a bitch she is, and they don't even know her. which pissed me off a little bit.

“meen her cousin?” i asked.

“yazeed madri ziyad. madri nsait”

so i guess its true what they say, what goes around really comes back around.

تمت.

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((hatha el chapter ehda2 l m7war 7ayati M, w akthar wa7da tstahil eni i post lha N, w my favorite readers A and A, i love you guys<3))

*and i wanna clear somethings to you guys, anoud>friends with Madhawi> and they're all friends with Ed.

Ziyad>Raghad's cousin>Mohammed is the one who she's talking to on kik*

Madhawi's point of view; 

after the embarrassment and the stupid things i have done today i gave him his gift and anoud gave him the one she bought him.

i dont know if she still likes him or not, but if she does i'll just back off, cause i'd hate myself if anything happened between me and my best friend over just a guy!

i dropped her at her house and went back to mine, hours later, i was laying in my bed waiting for Ed's reaction when he opens his gift. 

incoming call الفضائي

yes thats what i call him.

“ahlan!” i picked up

“hahahahaha” all what i could hear is him hysterically laughing.

“bellah shrayk?”

“o8sem bellah enk tu7faaa! wsh thil afkar wsh thal thaka2!” 

“leesh tgol oksem bellah” i teased.

“kliii zaggg walla eni agoul o8sem bellah”

“ana asm3ha oksem bellah”

“b3den ana ga3d amda7k w enti t6g6gen?” 

“t3rfni ya5i ast7i ma a3rif ard”

“eeh mashallah 5ajola mn youmk, 5a9tan el 3eed eli jbteh elyoum” he teased me back.

“wjaaa3 5ala9 tarani ga3da a7awl ansi nafsi eli 9ar” i whined.

“bs la b9ra7a? bd3ti elyoum” he said laughing.

we talked for a several more minutes until i started to get a bit sleepy.

“esm3 jani elnoum yalla bye”

“laaa walla ma tgafleen!” 

“mn jdk 5ala9 walla jani el noum”

“ya 7ywana el birthday 7agi el mfrou'6 ma trf'6een li 6lb”

“waaaain el sa3a 3 5ala9 5l9 el birthday 7agk!”

“la ana a7tfl feh esbu3 kaml”

“3ala kaifk hu?” i laughed.

“akeed ajal 3ala kaif men?”

“.... 3ala kaifi ana!”

“o9 o9 5ala9 basolf lk w enti eskti mu lazim tgolen shai, wla tdren shlon? b'3neelk 6yb?”

“laaa shukran mabi tjeni kwabees!” 

even though i was dying to hear him sing

he cleard his throat and started singing

“ من بعد مزح ولعب ... اهو صار حبك صحيح

وأصبحت مغرم عيون ... وأمسيت وقلبي طريح ..

وأخجل إذا جات عيني ... صدفه في عينك وأصير

مربوك وحاير بأمري ... من فرحي أبغى أطير ..

توحشني وأنت بجنبي ... وأشتاق إليك لو تغيب

وأحسد عليك حتى نفسي ... وأخشى يمسك غريب ..

وأخجل إذا جات عيني ... صدفه في عينك وأصير

مربوك وحاير بأمري ... من فرحي أبغى أطير ..”

i honestly couldn't stop smiling, my jaw was hurting me from smiling, his voice kinda sucks but i didn't care, all what i could care about was the song! is he dedicating this song to me? i mean otherwise why would he choose this song specifically? i dont know, i dont want to get my hopes up and get disappointed in the end. 

“5ageetiii haaa?” him being cocky actually was very attractive to me, weird? yeah i know. 

“la jalsa afakir a76 ay soora mn el 8ur2an 3shan agdar anam” i lied

“shfffff el 7aywaanaaa!” he said yelling.

i laughed at his reaction so much that i wanted to stop but couldn't.

“eeeeh 6l3t el '67ka el 9dgya!” he tried to tease me.

“la ykthar yal n9ab mta tmeel7t 3ndk aw '3yrt '67kti?” now i was the one whos yelling.

“enti adra bnafsk!” he laughed

we continued on teasing each other and laughing at each other and he kept on bringing up what happened today because he enjoyed my embarrassment.

“yalla 9dg 36aitk wajh bnam”

“7lft ana mara7 tgafleen!”

“ziyaaaddd!” i whined again.

“mali d5l feek”

we stayed quite for minutes.

“bgralk sh3r 6yb?” he said

“uhmm” i was really sleepy

“ 

شربت مرك قبل لا أذوق حاليك

ومديت لي كاس الفراق وشربته

ياقلب قلي عقبها وين أوديك ..؟ 

والحب ذنب ،، وليتني ما أرتكبته

”

“m'6awi ga3da tsm3en wsh ga3d agol?” he asked testing me.

“eeh”

“wsh ga3d agol?”

“sh3r”

“sh3r 3an eesh” he asked

“3ani!”

“hahahaha feek th8a bil nafs ma gd shft zyha b7yati!”

y3 fsheela. 

-

Raghad's point of view;

i was on my way back home from college , i was using my phone and scrolling down on instagram, you can tell that i was very bored cause i'm not a big fan of that application. 

and then i saw a picture that ziyad posted, uhmm weird he never used instagram either, it was a picture of a cake, and it says happy biRTHDAY ZIYAD!!! oh my god it was his birthday!

i checked the calendar, ugh of course it was! i felt really bad that i actually forgot my cousin/best friend's birthday! and when it was my birthday a couple of months ago he came all the way from riyadh to alshargah just to celebrate it with me.

i immediately called him

“alo” his sleepy voice told me that i just woke him up.

“heyyy good morning birthday boy” i said

“hala b eli nasya el birthday 7agi!”

“i'm so sorry i promise i'll make it up to you! esbu3 kamil n7tfil feh ha?”

“eeeh kafu eli 3arftni! sab3 ayam ha?” he laughed.

“eehh ma3laik walla!”

“eeh 9a7 tara baji this weekend” he announced.

“amanaa why?”

“3ndi lk a7la mufaj2a!”

“hey its your birthday i should be the one surprising you! w eesh hy el mufaj2a? ya 5oufi tkon mufaj3a walla!”

“hahaha la ma3laikkk”

“we'll see!”

we talked more for a bit and when i hung up i called a bakery that's located in Dubai and made a reservation at ziyad's favorite chinese restaurant that was also in Dubai.

and now the gift, what should i buy him? picking the perfect gift for someone thats so important to you is hard thing to do, especially when its for a guy. you know? 

a few days passed by and i kept wishing Ziyad a happy birthday because this boy takes birthdays to a whole new level. ha!

it was already weekend and Ziyad's flight is tonight, i'm pretty excited to see him i missed him so much!

but there was another thing that was on my mind and i cant help but over think it. Mohammed hasn't talked to me since that day we played truth or dare.

i mean we bonded and it was fun to talk to him and all, but now what? is he going to ignore me? am i supposed to text him first? my brain is going to blow up.

hours later, i went to the airport to pick up Ziyad and then we went to his house.

“walla enk wa7shni!” i said while i sat on the sofa that was in the living room

“walla enti akthar” he said while he laid on the sofa and placed his head on my lap.

“eeh wsh el mufaj3a 7agtk?”

“baji adrs hena el semester el thani!”

this news was probably the highlight of this week. i mean, its so awesome that Ziyad is moving here and we'll get to spend more time together!

we talked about all the things that we're gonna do when he moves here, all the fun things, all the stupid things, excitement filled us both!

his head was still on my lap when my phone vibrated, and when i checked it, it was a kik notification, that means... Mohammed talked to me....

“hey whats up?”

i can feel my face reddenin. oh nothing much its just that i kept thinking about talking to you for a whole week and i dont even know you.

“a7akeek ana!” ziyad said and pinched my chin

“ya kaalb y3awrrr” i said pouting and rubbing my chin 

i pushed his head from my lap and got up and went to the bathroom.

“wsh feek nfsti fj2a” he shouted

* * *

so tell me who's your favorite girl character? is it Raghad, Madhawi or Al Anoud?

and who's your favorite boy character? Mohammed or Ziyad?

and what do think is going to happen in the Sixth chapter?

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