Raghad's point of view;
and.. OH CRAP! i just liked a picture of his blackberry pin that he posted over two years ago. the word FML was being repeated in my head, oh the embarrassment...
“so...”
does he know who i am? cause i liked his picture from my instagram account...
“so?” i said
“i'm bored! wanna play truth or dare?”
maybe he's playing dumb.. or maybe he is really dumb, maybe he got used to all the girls obsessing over him that he didn't notice that i liked his picture.. oh well lets keep our hopes up.
“yeah sure, T or D?”
“dare, go big or go home!”
uhmm, i honestly never played truth or dare with anyone, let alone playing it with a guy! ok ok i've got one..
“take a picture of what's in front of you”
“easy!” and then he sent me a picture of a huge tv screen and a football match was on.
“just getting warmed up, alright T”
“are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?” he asked
“100% single”
ok maybe that was a geek thing to say
“okay your turn, truth”
there was a lot of things i want to know about him, his favorite color, his favorite song, is he a morning person or a night person, but yet i couldn't put them into questions, i was too nervous to act like myself.
so i googled truth or dare, yep another geek thing, what should i do? i have to ask him interesting questions..
“okay here we go, have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?” i asked
"ohoooo 3di w e'3l6i” he answered
“za7if marrah.”
“hey you're not allowed to judge me when you won't even tell me your real name!”
he's right. i felt a bit guilty.
“yeah you're right i apologize!”
“don't worry its all good. so truth or dare?”
we kept on playing for a couple of hours, this game is so fun, and of course i never chose dare and i never will, and i was right about this guy, he's really interesting! i want to figure him out, know him inside out and i know that i cant do that in a game, it will take time.
“yalla a5tar truth” i said
“6fsht mn el truth ya5ti e5tari dare i ran out of questions a9lan!”
“ok ok dare” i'm so going to regret this.
“give me your number!”
my heart sank. literally i felt my heart sinking and this feeling sucks.
“is that how you usually get chicks?”
“nah, come on do it”
“thats not even a dare!” i tried to argue.
“its not a question either, so it is a dare to me”
a part of me says (you dont want to get yourself in this kind of shit) and the other part, the bigger one says (just do it)
so i followed my gut, i gave him my number.
i've never been this nervous in my whole life, i swear i could hear my heart beating, my hands are sweaty and my eyes are looking at everything but my phone.
it rang, and i wanted to count to 10 and answer but then i couldn't wait any longer, i answered before even getting to 5.
“hi” i said with a shaky voice
“hala walla! kaifk?”
i felt my face was burning. i wanted to burry myself under my blanket.
“kwaysa w ent kaifk?”
“el7amdellah, so tell me, my secret admirer, what's your name?”
“you're never gonna give up, are you?” i said giggling
“ha ha, never”
“i can't and i won't”
“ugh come on, first letter only!”
“okay R”
“don't tell me its rana!” he said
“ha ha nope i'm not that stupid.”
“alright i'll stop calling you Rana and start calling you R from now on until you tell me what your real name is”
“bkaifk”
we talked a bit more on the phone and then i hung up before i run out of things to say and things get awkward between us.
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