Chapter eight

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Last time you guys read, Haya was shocked to find Saleh and his family entering her home to check out the house because they were potential buyers. She forgot about their visit so she didn’t have time to tidy up her room, or her appearance. She had chicken noodle soup on her face, and she was in her cookie monster pajamas!

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I froze.

My dad looked pretty surprised to see that this random teenage boy knew his innocent fourteen year old daughter. Even Saleh’s parents looked taken back.

“Ehmm, hi..” I mumbled.

“It3arfoon ba3’6?” My dad quickly asked. It was the first time I ever saw my father give me somewhat of a suspicious stare.
Just as I was about to but in, Saleh quickly answered my father’s question.

“Ee, me and Haya go to the same school. We sometimes see each other around.” Saleh explained, with that annoying grin still plastered to his face.

UM? I’ve seen him around like twice, last year I wasn’t even in the high school wing. The only time I would ever see him is when I would sometimes secretly sneak up to the high school girls’ bathroom because it smelled better. When I did see Saleh in those rare moments, we would never say hi or smile at each other. He barely even looked at me. Why did he suddenly act like we knew each other? Did my Cookie Monster pajamas bring all the boys to the yard?

My dad looked convinced, and relieved.  He really doesn’t mind me knowing guys from my school, bas of course like any other father; he has limits.
I awkwardly stood there smiling as Saleh investigated my room.   

“If we did move in here, this would be your room. If we change the wall colors, and put in your furniture it would be perfect.” Saleh’s dad explained. It was the first time I had heard him speak since him and his family invaded my home.  

Saleh nodded approvingly.
I didn’t know why, but the thought of him sleeping in my room when I moved out, sent shivers down my spine. He ran his fingers across the walls, and came across one of my posters.

“Justin Bieber….really?” He teasingly smiled at me and for some reason I was sort of humiliated. This was MY room. I could have Justin Bieber posters up if I wanted to. K A9lan ohwa shako ib what I have on my walls? Gawsh.

“Yeah, problem?” I snapped. He could tell I was very defensive about Bieber. 
He just laughed it off, and I knew that meant he was surrendering his Bieber argument. That’s right.

After five minutes of awkwardly standing there waiting for him to finish inspecting the room, Saleh’s family thanked me and my father, and headed out. First out of my door was Saleh’s mom, then his dad, then my dad, then Saleh. Before leaving he turned around at me and mouthed the words ‘Cookie Monster’ to me, and winked.
The door was then closed, and Saleh was out of sight.

I turned to look at myself in the mirror, and oddly my cheeks were a bright shade of red. I’ve never seen that happen to my face before. It was weird. But I kinda liked it.

Just then, Heba walked in with her eyes as red and puffy as ever. I embraced her into a hug, and she suddenly broke down. Hearing any of my friends cry broke my heart.
 
“Shfeech Heba?!” I was hoping she would stop crying so I could understand what she was about to explain to me.

Heba tried to control her sobs so she could tell me what’s up.

“I was *sniff* talking to *sniff* Abdullah *sniff* and then *sniff* Waleed *sniff* came in *sniff*.” Heba explained.

Abdullah was this guy Heba has been talking to for a while. They met last year at summer camp in Switzerland and they’ve been close ever since. I don’t really know what to call them. They’re not boyfriend and girlfriend but they tell each other that they love each other daily. Heba’s older brother Waleed is pretty protective, and not very open-minded.

“He asked me who I was talking to, and I quickly shut the phone and told him it was you. I thought he believed me bas then he asked to see my phone and he called back the number and Abdullah being the idiot that he is, answered the call! Waleed just took my phone and walked away, he didn’t even look at me.”

She then started crying again, I felt so bad for her.

LIGHTBULB MOMENT!

“Heba you idiot, tell Abdullah I’m going to call him now. He can add Waleed [Heba’s brother] to the call and it will look like Abdullah’s number is calling when Waleed picks up. But then I’ll talk to Waleed and I’ll tell him that when he called, the guy that picked up was my cousin (played by Abdullah) and that it was all a joke.”

“YOU’RE A GENIOUS!” She squealed.

We executed our plan perfectly, and once Heba got home she told me that Waleed had apologized for doubting her. Everything was back to normal.
OH WAIT. Almost forgot about the whole Saleh thing.
Ugh, I didn’t even have time to tell Heba.

 I was exhausted; I decided to sleep it off.

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Farooha Al-X: Ha Hayooona btyeen??? :D

Haya Al-X: Weee nesait, elyoom baroo7 baitich! :O

Farooha Al-X: 9aidaa J

Haya Al-X:  Inzain chub -.- il7een agoom abadl and I’ll be at your house in a few!

Farooha Al-X: See you!!xx


I changed into a casual Abercrombie T-shirt and skinny jeans, and headed out.

I scrolled through my twitter timeline while I was walking to the door of Farah’s house. I spotted a tweet from Saleh last night:

‘I know you probably find this weird, but we can work. Cookie Monster<3”

I don’t understand why he won’t get over my Cookie Monster pajamas -.-
Um, and what is ‘we can work’ supposed to mean?

I was so focused on my phone that I walked into a wall L.
I heard a loud grunting noise and I looked up to find some random dude holding his chest with one hand. I walked into him, not a wall. Oops?

“Oh my god, asfaa wallah ma shftk!” I panicked, and I started rambling like an idiot.

“Haya, hathee intay??” The guy asked. He was still holding his chest. Shda3wa, I didn’t hit him that hard -.-

“Ee hathee ana. Sorry bas ma 3arftk?”
Well this was awkward.

He looked taken back, and offended.

“I’ll give you a hint.” He said. “Ana sawaitlech follow min account Farris.”  
I just stood there, not knowing what to say. His hint sucked, because Farris never replied to my Direct message (The one where I asked him which one of his friends followed me).

He finally gave up on waiting for me to figure out his identity, and he introduced himself.

“Haya shfeech! Ana Othman Al-X!”  


Othman?
First grade crush Othman?


Farah’s voice suddenly interrupted my train of thought.
“Emm, Haya? Othman? Shitsawoun bara el bait ib roo7kum?”

Chapter seven

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I woke up the next morning with a huge headache. I tried to get out of bed, but my throbbing head forced me back down to my pillow. I couldn’t take the pain; it was as if someone was pounding their fist against all angles of my head.

“YUMAAAA!” I yelled out, causing another shot of pain to rush thru my skull.
She quickly ran in, sensing the urgency of my tone.

“Shfeech 7abeebty?” She asked. Her Burberry purse hung freely on her left shoulder, and I could smell her 3oud all the way from across the room. I flinched at the scent. I loved the 3oud, but migraines and strong odors don’t mix well together.
I could tell she was in a hurry to get somewhere, so I quickly got to the point and explained the pain that was rushing through my head. Mama gave me Panadol and before leaving the room she turned to me before saying goodbye and noticed me clicking away on my Blackberry.






“Try not to use your phone so much today, try to take a break. You’re probably just in need of relaxation.” She gave me a subtle smile and then gently closed the door on her way out of my room.

I decided to take my mother’s advice.
I put down my phone, and laid my head back. I napped the hours away.

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I woke up four hours later to the annoying buzzing of my phone. I forgot to put this thing on silent. My head was feeling somewhat better, el7amdella the pain was less severe.
For a second I forgot about what my mother had said, and I checked my phone. Three missed calls, five Bbm’s, and one direct message on Twitter.

I scrolled through the Bbm’s I hadn’t answered.






Fay Al-X: Ya 7mara wainich? Laish matrideen 3ala telephonich?????


NITM/Heba Al-X: You’ll never believe what my so called ‘brother’did. L Call me when you see this.


Farooha Al-X: 7beeebti shraych you come over bacher??


JGhalia Al-XJ: How was the party? You still haven’t told me!


Maryooom Al-X<3: PING ME PLZ!! SFTBC J





I would answer them all later, I wasn’t in the mood.


I lingered thru the missed calls then checked the DM.






My eyes widened when I noticed it was from Farris.

@Farrooos_ALX:
Halla Haya, shlonich? You probably found the sudden follow a little weird;p but just to let you know it wasn’t me who followed you!

My thumbs danced along the keyboard as I searched for the right thing to say.
What did he mean ‘it wasn’t him who followed me’?

Hey Farris! I’m great thanks for asking, what about you? Its fine, I didn’t find the follow that weird. I mean we ARE cousins, remember? Haha. Oh and, what do you mean you’re not the one who followed me? Who did?

I quickly pressed send and hoped for the best.

The pain in my skull came back for a moment, and I let out a little cry.

I suddenly remembered my mom’s advice. Wow, she was right. I’ve only been using this thing for a couple of minutes and already my head hurts again. It was probably because of all the confusion I had just suffered from, by reading Farris’s Direct Message. I locked my phone at once, and put it on the bedside table.

“Tfa’9aal!” I yelled out, once I heard that someone was knocking on my bedroom door.

Kamila walked in holding a tray. I spotted chicken noodle soup, orange juice, and plain yoghurt.
Ugh, sick people food.

“I don’t have a cold Kamila.” I explained. “It’s just a headache”
She looked kind of confused. So I told her to just leave the tray on the table. I didn’t mind eating sick people food this one time.

On her way out she quickly added, “Baba sayz that people will come in a little bit to see the house. So when he knock on your door, it iz because people iz with him.”
She then shut the door, and walked off.

I was kind of lonely. I felt bad for completely skipping all my friends today. Talking to them on the phone wouldn’t hurt, and my head was feeling a lot better now.
I was worried about Heba and her brother so I quickly dialed her number first.
Beeeeeeeeeeeep



Beeeeeeeeeeeeep



Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

“Aloo?” Heba let out the words weakly and I could tell she had been crying.
“Shfeech Hebhooob?” I quickly asked.
Suddenly Heba broke down, and while crying she tried telling the story at the same time. I couldn’t understand anything. Her sobs blocked out all of her words.

“HEBA, shrayich you go wash your face and come over? You can tell me everything once you’re here. Yalla 7abeebti goumay.”

Heba agreed and shut the phone.
I was extremely worried about her, but I knew that her and her sixteen year old brother always had problems.
Next, I dialed Fay’s number and conferenced Ghalia into the call.

“Hiiii banaaat!” I exclaimed. I looked across my room and saw my soup. I walked over to it and I slowly slurped it down, spoonful by spoonful. It wasn’t half bad.

I talked to the girls about the party, and all about Farah and the rest of the girls I had caught up with that night. Both of them gasped when they heard Lujain was at the party, but I explained how she really didn’t seem that interested in even 5iz-ing me.

Once I heard knocks on my door, I told the girls I had to go because Heba was probably here. We said our goodbyes and I shut the phone. I was still drinking my soup when I yelled “COMEE IN!”

The door opened and suddenly my dad walked in gesturing to the people behind him to do the same.
Oh my god.
Shit.
I had completely forgotten about the people who were going to come over to check out the house. My bed was undone, I was in my pajamas, my hair was in a messed up bun, and I probably had chicken noodle soup on my face.
My dad looked at me like ‘um’ once he saw my room. Then once he noticed what I looked like, he gave me the straight up ‘wtf’ stare.

I tried to quickly wipe the soup off my face before the family came in, and I flung the hair tie off my head letting my hair down. I know I didn’t look good, but at least I didn’t look as revolting as before.
Two middle aged parents walked in with a little girl behind them.
I was kind of relieved to see that not so many people were going to see me in my ‘not so attractive’ hour. They investigated the room and their eyes roamed along all the walls and floors. Once they noticed me they gave me a slight smile, and I politely smiled back. At least they weren’t like my father who I tried to avoid because I knew he was probably still giving me the ‘wtf’ stare. I couldn’t blame him though, my pajamas had the Cookie Monster’s face all over them.

Because that’s just how I do B-).


Just as the family was leaving the middle aged mom stopped and turned to my dad.

“Bas digeega wildy yay il7een ohwa ba3ad byshouf el ‘3rfa.” She explained to my dad and my dad smiled and nodded.

Ugghhhhhhhh, why? What have I ever done wrong to deserve this? L
I was hoping her son was like two years old, so he wouldn’t really judge me. But just then she explained how he was parking the car and then coming, and I realized it was highly unlikely that he was two years old.

Her son walked in and I had my head down, trying to avoid awkward eye contact because for all I know, he could be as judgmental as my dad. -.-

“Ohhh halla Haya!” I heard a familiar deep voice.

I looked up to find the one person who I was hoping most it wouldn’t be.

Right in front of me.
With a huge grin on his face.
Stood Saleh.

Chapter six

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I did not answer him, and I quickly turned my attention back to my yoghurt and Heba.
Heba looked extremely confused, and I was pretty confused myself.



“Mino Hatha?” She quickly asked. She dropped her spoon in the plastic bowl and turned to me, expecting answers.

I explained to her how I did not know him, and how he had followed me on twitter, then retweeted me.

I was not the type of girl who went around looking for boy drama, and Heba knew that. I had never had a boyfriend and at that time I was only fourteen. I had never even crushed on a guy before. Well, not counting a boy named Othman, who I had a huge crush on in first grade, but that was the only time. Saleh following me, retweeting me, talking to me, and giving me that ‘half smile’ was all too much for me, and I honestly found it all a bit creepy.

I dropped Heba off at her house, and then headed home.

**



I woke up to the sound of Lulu [youngest sister] and her two friends in my room.
I peeked an eye open and saw Reema, one of my younger cousins and Jawa, Lulu’s best friend looking through my closet.

“SHITSAWOON IHNEE?” I yelled. I struggled at first, but I managed to sit up and look at Lulu while squinting my eyes.

“Today is Farah’s birthday oo we are all going to her party bas I don’t have anything to wear, so the girls are going to help me pick out something from your closet.”

I had completely forgotten about Farah’s birthday party today. Farah is my cousin from my mother’s side of the family. We were really close when we were younger, but I guess over the years we just drifted. Today she was turning fourteen, and she invited all her cousins and friends to a party in the Missoni hotel ballroom.

“THERE’S SOMETHING CALLED ASKING ME, BEFORE YOU TAKE MY STUFF.” I snapped at Lulu.
I got up and picked out a small sleeveless black dress, with ruffles on it and handed it to her.

“Wear this.” I commanded.
Lulu smiled in approval. She nodded and walked off with her friends scurrying behind her.

I took a long hot shower, and got ready for the long day that lay ahead.

**

The ballroom was decorated fabulously. It was one of those over the top parties. I wasn’t surprised though, because Farah is an over the top girl.

I was showered with hugs, kisses, and compliments as soon as I made my way to my cousins. As soon as I saw Farah I paced up to her, and wished her a happy birthday.

“Faroooha!” I said as I leaned in for a hug.
“Hayooona!” She hugged me back.
“Ya 7mara nesaiteney!” She pouted and crossed her arms together.
“Shakoooo! Wallah intay ile mat digeeeen, wala tis2aleeen, wainich matbayneen?”I replied.
We both realized my whole sentence had rhymed, and we broke it in laughter. I hadn’t realized how much I missed Farah.
Me, Farah, and a few other girls sat together and caught up. We cracked jokes, and it felt just like old times.

Someone tapped Farah on the shoulder, and Farah lit up once she saw the girls face.

“Lujeeeeee!” She squealed.
“Fuuufuuu!” The girl squealed back.

I couldn’t see the girl properly, because Farah was blocking the view.
The mysterious girl engulfed Farah into a hug, and that’s when I saw her face clearly.

It was Lujain Al-X, remember her? The other Barbie doll in Shaikha’s little clan?
I just turned my head away from her, and tried to enjoy what was left of the party.

Me and the girls danced the rest of the night away, and I was pretty surprised to see that Lujain had noticed me a couple of times, but she didn’t give me any dirty glares or try to do anything that Shaikha would probably do. I guess we were both just trying to enjoy celebrating Farhooha’s birthday.

I hugged Farah and wished her a happy birthday once again, and said my goodbyes to the rest of the girls. I headed home with aching feet. High heels, never againL.


I decided to stay up that night, watching sad movies and feasting on any type of junk food I could find in my house. I watched the vow for like the twentieth time, and it still made me cry.

Before falling asleep I decided to log onto to twitter.
I scrolled through my timeline, and checked my mentions. They were all tweets talking about how fun the night was, mentioning me and a few other girls at the party. Farah also tweeted me, saying how great it was seeing me and catching up. Cute J

I hadn’t realized that most of these girls were following me, and I felt pretty rude not following them back. I scrolled up to my followers, to check who was following me, that I needed to follow back.

Farah Al-X
Faroooha<3, I followed her back.

Mimi Al-X
one of the girls I talked to today, I followed her back too.

ShooShoo Al-X
Second cousin, followed back!

Farris Al-X






I sat up once I saw Farris’s name on my screen.
He was Farah’s brother, and I used to be as close to him as I was to Farah. He was two years older than me, and when me and Farah drifted, so did me and Farris.

Would it be weird if I followed him back?
Probably not, it’s not like I don’t know him, right? I mean, he is my cousin.
But the only guy I follow on twitter is my dad ._.

I sat there for about three minutes staring at my screen, debating on whether on I should follow him back.
I realized I was being silly, it was no big deal. I followed him back, locked my phone and went to sleep.

Chapter five

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Three summers ago...



We were still living in our house in Qortuba at that time, and in about a month or so we were about to move to a different house in Surra. The house we had here was rented, and it was only temporary since we had been building in Surra for a long time. I was pretty excited to go, but I was going to miss this house.



“Wai3 inshalla mu ashkara ina her tweets are about me.”Mariam said.
I wasn’t going to ask who she was talking about, when I already knew it was Shaikha.



Today was Friday, and I was grounded for the week, because of my so called ‘attitude’. The word bored wasn’t strong enough to express how I was feeling.

I logged onto my twitter account, and started scrolling through my timeline.

That girl is fake.
Love quote.
Attention hoe.
Ahaha, that’s so true.
That guy who steals tweets.

I tweeted: MALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL L



Sigh.



The little @ sign on my account twinkled. I clicked on it.

Saleh Al-X Retweeted you!






Saleh was some high schooler, who never talked to me; I wasn’t going to be in the high school wing until this summer ended, so I didn’t even know that he knew I existed. Weird.



I heard the intercom ring. And soon after, I heard Kamila knock on my door.
“Haya, family come to see the house. Baba tell me to tell you that they will see your room.”
“Okay, thank you Kamila.”
I tidied my surroundings, and made sure the room looked presentable. Since we were moving out soon, we had people coming in and out all the time to check out the house, potential buyers.

My dad knocked my door, and then walked in. Behind him followed a very mtdayen-looking family. The woman was covered, and all that showed was her eyes. The man had a short dishdasha, and his beard was pretty long. They also had one son that looked to be about eight or nine years old. Ugh, the annoying stage.



“Oo hathee ‘3rft binty el thanya” My dad announced.

The family investigated the room, and they looked pretty satisfied.



They walked out, and my dad threw a quick smile at me before shutting the door. I did not smile back; it was his idea to ground me. K

Incoming call
Heba<3

“HAYOOOOOOOOOON.” Heba screamed through the phone.
“Shtabeen?”
“Heyy intaaay, laish nafsiya?” Heba asked.
“Madri, I’m bored.”
“5an ni6la3??” She asked.
“Haha, I wish. Nesaitay I'm grounded?” I snapped.
“Ifff, I forgot. Inzain wait I’ll call you back.”

Before I could reply, she ended the call.

I got up and looked through all my nail polish bottles.
A bright pink bottle caught my eye, I had bought this a couple of days ago. I had totally forgotten about it.

I turned on Maroon 5, and sat on my bed painting my nails.

“Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzt.”

I unlocked my phone, and checked my bbm.

Hamad Al-X: El sayeg biyeelch el bait il7een.

Huh?

Incoming call
Heba<3

“Ha your dad sent the driver?” She asked.
“Ahhh! What did you do?”
“No one knows how to convince your dad like I do!” She said proudly.
“A7ibichhhh” I said
“Adri.”
“Wathga.”
“Hehe, yalla 3ayal I’ll be at you’re house in 10, my driver has vacation fa my brother is dropping me, and you’re driver is gonna take us.”
“Wain binroo7?” I asked
“Avenues, mishtehya Pinkberry.”



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“Wai3 za7maaa.” I whined.

We were in Pinkberry, and the line seemed to last forever.

It was almost our turn, but the two guys in front of us decided to take seven million hours to decide on what to order.

Waiting.
Waiting.
Still waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.

Guy #1:” I’ll just take a pomegranate and original swirl."



Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Oh my god.
Still waiting.

Guy #2: “Yeah, I think I’ll just have the same as him.”



“OO A5EERAN!” Heba yelled out.

I shot her an ‘oh my god’ look, and she realized that she had said that out loud.
Her face quickly turned red, and she gave the guys an apologetic smile.

The guys didn’t really mind what Heba said, I think they were kinda embarrassed about taking so long to order.

Guy #2 looked really familiar, I just couldn’t figure out who he was. I looked closer, his name was on the tip of my tongue, what was it? I suddenly realized I was staring at him really hard, I quickly turned around and placed my order.

Me and Heba took our seats and ate our yoghurt.

As I was finishing up; I got a bbm from my dad.

Hamad Al-X: Wainich yuba?
Hayoon Al-X: Avenues, me and Heba just finished eating, and we’ll be home soon.
Hamad Al-X: Inzain, take care. El sayeg ya5thich el bait wala bitrja3een ma3a sayeg Heba?

Just as I was about to explain to him how Heba’s driver wasn’t working today, I felt an arm brush up against the back of my head.

I turned around to see Guy#2 walking out of Pinkberry.

“Ohh sorry Haya.” He said, smirking.

Wait, how’d he know my name?

Suddenly I remembered his name, Saleh!

Chapter four

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“Say it to my face.” I commanded.
“You can’t make me do anything.” She responded.

It would be great if I could just push her into a wall right now. J

“I7trmay nafsich oo 3adlay isloobich.” I gave her the b*tchest smile I could and walked away.

Just as I was leaving I heard Shaikha call out: “9aloo7 iysalm 3alaich by the way!”

I froze in place
I was speechless.
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to disappear.

But all I could do was leave.
How did Shaikha know?

I heard her and Deema laugh at me while I was leaving, I walked faster and faster.
I started running to the car, while my tears blurred my vision.  I probably looked like an idiot.

I ended up tripping over a concrete step and I fell face first into the hard concrete floor.

“AAAAY” I cried L

I saw Ghalia running up behind me.

“OH MY GOD HAYA. OH MY GOD SHOULD I CALL THE AMBULANCE? OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY? SHFEECH? WHY ARE YOU CRYING? OH MY GOD PLEASE DON’T CRY! OH MY GOD ARE YOU IN PAIN??”

I couldn’t help but laugh at how worried Ghalia was.

‘I’m fine, I think I just hurt my forehead.”
Ghalia helped me up and I walked back to the car, feeling dizzier than ever.

Ghalia helped me sit down and she told my driver to go the mustashfa so they could take a look at my bleeding forehead.”

“Ghalia there’s no need I’ll be fine, seriously.”  I had a terrible fear of hospitals.
“Chub, you’re going, I know you’re scared but all Mr. Doctor will do is fix your booboo.” She was purposely talking to me like I was a baby who just got hurt. It made me smile.

“Bzzzzzzzzt Bzzzzzt”

“Aloo?”
“Wainich?” It was Mariam.
“Bagoolich bas 7ilfay matgooleen 7ag abooy oo oumee.”
“Wallah.”
“On my way to the hospital.”
“SH9AR?” I could hear how worried she was.
“I fell, it’s no big deal really. Ghalia’s forcing me to go.”
“SHE GOT A BOOBOO THAT NEEDS TO GO BYE-BYE.” Ghalia yelled, so Mariam could hear her through the phone.
Mariam laughed. “Tell me what happens, oo if it gets serious lazem tgoouleen 7ag abooy oo oumee.”
“Okay, yalla bye.”

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The first thing I noticed was the disgusting hospital smell, there was nothing I hated more. Oh, other than Shaikha of course. J

Once it was my turn, I walked into the examination room.

I told the doctor that I had fell, and he told the nurse to dis-infect the cut and too place a bandage on it. He also gave me ointment to apply on the cut every night, so it wouldn’t scar for life.

I finally got to leave and the hospital smell went away. \o/

I dropped Ghalia back to her house, and I was heading home too.

I had a huge disgusting bandage on my forehead.
I felt dizzy.
I was still pretty upset.
But my nails still looked fabulous 8D

Once I was home, I avoided all contact with my family. I really wasn’t in the mood for a lot of questions.

I walked up to my room, gripping the railing very hard. I was still pretty dizzy.
I washed my face, my eyes were puffy from all the crying I had done today.
I changed into my pajamas and got into bed. I checked all my bbm’s. The one from Ghalia caught my attention.

Ghalooy Al-X: Hayoon I didn’t ask earlier, because I know you were already really stressed. Bas minu 9aloo7? :s

I sat up, it was time to tell her.

Chapter three

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So much for flipping a new leaf, I thought as I re-read the words across my screen.

 “I’m a b*tch” was sent out to everyone on my contact list.  

I closed my eyes, held my breath and counted to ten.
Calm down Haya, calm down.
In the end, they’re the ones who are going to pay.
They’re the ones who are going to suffer.

I simply replied to my dad’s message telling him that I did not send the broadcast, and that I would explain everything when I was home. Thankfully, I’ve only had this phone for about a month now, so I didn’t have that many contacts, which meant I didn’t have to explain the situation to a lot of people.

**
“Inzain ma gilteelaha shay?”  My dad asked.
I had just explained the whole salfa to him, and il7amdillah he believed me.

“La2. I’m still debating on whether or not I should confront her. I mean, it’s not going to change anything. The broadcast will still have been sent.”

My mom joined the conversation.

“leman itshoofeenha lat 3a6eenha wayh, it will make her look like the immature one.”

My mom was right. Shaikha is the one who gives me dirty stares, she’s the one who talks about me, and she’s the one who sends inappropriate broadcasts from my phone. Eventually people will realize that I really haven’t done anything wrong to her, and she’s just 8aleelat el adab.

I kissed my mom and dad goodnight and went to bed.

**
I woke up the next morning at 12.
Allaaah, I finally got to sleep in<3

Kamila knocked on my door.

“Haya, tutor is here.”
I groaned. I really wasn’t in the mood for math in the morning.
“Please tell him I am not home.”
“Haya I tell him last week same thing! He will know!”
“No trust me, he won’t, please just tell him.”
Kamila walked away and I could tell she was annoyed.

I mean seriously, who’s in the mood for Algebra right when they wake up?

After a relaxing shower, I called the girls and saw if any of them wanted to come with me to Eden, I wanted to get a mani pedi.  Ghalia was the only one who wasn’t busy, so I told her I would pick her up.

“Hey baby” I said, as Ghalia got in the car.
“Hey sweet cheeks” she replied.
“Hey cupcake” I responded.
“Inzain bas chub”
I laughed out our idiotic-ness.

We got to the salon in what seemed like two minutes, with Ghalia entertaining me the whole way there.

Ghalia got black and blue ombré done nails, and I got mine in white and pink.
They looked fabulous.

I heard a familiar laugh.

Next to me was Shaikha, with only Deema. What happened to the other plastic friend? Was she finally recycled?

When Shaikha saw me, she waved and gave me a smile that showed how much she wanted to push me off a cliff. I completey ignored her.

Me and Ghalia finished up and as we were walking out the door I heard Shaikha call me the same thing that was on the broadcast she sent from my phone.

I turned right back around and headed to where Shaikha was standing.

Chapter two

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“PING!!!”
“PING!!!”

I groaned. It’s a Friday, I’m supposed to sleep in. I grabbed my phone and checked my bbm’s.

Heba Al-X:  9aba7oooo

Heba Al-X: Are you up?

Heba Al-X: Ifff yalla Hayoona! :|

Heba Al-X: Itgoomeen wala agoumich?

Heba Al-X: PING!!!

Heba Al-X: PING!!!

Heba Al-X: PING!!!

These pings continued for another two minutes.

Hayoon Al-X: 5ala9tay? :)

Heba Al-X: Hallaaa bil zain kellaaaa;*

Hayoon Al-X: Chub. I was planning on sleeping in today </3

Heba Al-X: Basich noom! Goumay abee a6la3 :D

Hayoon Al-X: I’ll take a shower then call you.

I locked my phone, and took a steaming hot shower, just what I needed.
I got up and headed for my closet. I picked out my plain baby blue jeggings and paired them with a plain white tank, and a jean vest. Retro. I dried my hair and applied mascara. I was good to go.

I called Heba and we decided to go to The Chocolate Bar, Avenues for breakfast. Heba also told me that she invited the rest of the girls, but the only one who could come was Fay, the rest of them were sleeping in. 7a’9hom :’(

“Bzzzzzt” “Bzzzzzt”

“Aloo?”

“Halla Haya, wainich?” It was my dad.

“Halla yuba, bil bait. Il7een ba6la3 ma3a Heba.”

“Inzain latenseen itgooleen 7ag umich”

“Inshalla”

“Yalla, take care 7abeebty, bye-bye.”

I love my dad, he was practically my best friend. He trusted me the most out of my two sisters, Mariam and Lulu. Mariam was nineteen, and she was supposed to be in college by now, but she had to repeat her senior year.

Lulu was thirteen and she was in eighth grade, she’s actually had more experience when it comes to boys then I’ve had. That’s not sad all. I hope you sensed my sarcasm.

Back to my dad, he trusts me because he knows that I would never do anything to shatter the trust he has for me, I don’t date, and I don’t add guys on bbm, the only male on my list is him. 8D

**

Chocolate bar was pretty empty, maybe because of the fact that it was only 9 in the morning -.-

 Once we were seated, I heard little coughs right behind me. I turned around to find Shaikha, and her two Barbie dolls; Deema and Sara.
These girls hated me for no reason.

When Mariam  [eldest sister] was in ninth grade her and Shaikha were best friends, things happened between them and they ended up hating each other.
Apparently Mariam spread rumors about Shaikha, and Shaikha told everyone Mariam’s secrets.
Great best friends, huh?

Anyways, last year they actually faced each other and ended up physically fighting. It was really intense, like the principle actually had to come and unknot them from each other.
I guess Shaikha just thinks of me as a smaller version of Mariam, so she despises me.

Right when we made eye contact she spat out the words like it was no big deal.
“Shtabee Hathee?” “Wai3”

I ignored her, I wasn’t going down to their level.
“3adi agoolaha shay?” Fay asked
“La Fayo, we’re not that immature.”

Me and the girls ended up having a great time, accompanied by some death glares every now and then from Deema and her Barbie dolls.
Fay had to leave early because she had a spa appointment, so me and Heba ordered fondue and talked for another half hour.

As we were leaving, I remembered that I left my phone on the table.
“Abbay! Hebhoob, ne6ray digeega nesait telephony 3and el ma63am.”
I ran back to find Shaikha with my phone.

“Kint ba36eech ya gabl ma a7d ybooga.” She said
Wow, was she trying to turn a new leaf or something?
A second ago I was like her biggest enemy -.-
“Mashkoora” I said, still trying to process the fact that Shaikha had actually done something nice for me

As I walked back to the car I received a bbm from my dad.

Hamad Al-X- Shal kalam Haya? Shfeech yanatay?

I didn’t understand what he meant, until I scrolled up the chat and saw a broadcast  that I definitely didn’t send out.

Chapter one

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“Oh Haya, I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone as much as I love you” The prince started to say.

He was tall, but not too tall. He was tanned, but he didn’t look like a burnt piece of toast, and he was romantic, but not cheesy. He was holding a sword, and his crown fit perfectly on top of his messy curls, for he was my prince charming. I looked deep into his eyes; they were the perfect shade of brown.

He took a breath, and I knew he was about to say something else that was going to melt my insides, if they hadn’t already dissolved. I waited for the romantic words to spill out of his perfect lips.

“Haya Goumay” he said.
What?
“YALLA HAYA! I’m tired of waking you up every morning.”
I looked at my prince with confusion.
“YALLA HAYA GOUMAY!!”

I peeked one eye open, and saw Mariam, my eldest sister shaking me aggressively.
“SHTABEEN? I’M UP!” I said, trying to sound angry but failing because I was still using my –I just woke up- voice.

She rolled her eyes at me and walked away. 

I laid on my bed evaluating my options: I could either go to school and go through four periods of complete torture, or I could just lay here for the rest of my life in my pajamas while my blanket gives me warm hugs.

Just kidding, I can’t do that. But I wish that I could.

I got up and dragged myself to the shower.

**

I saw school up ahead and I told Raju to slow the car down. I really wasn’t looking forward to school today; I hate Sundays.

Once I was in school grounds , I saw the girls at our usual spot, the table behind Mr. Forket’s classroom. I walked up to them and each one of them greeted me with a “Hallaa walllaaa” or a “HAYOOOON!”

I have three best friends, and I love them all to death.

There’s Ghalia: She may be small (shorty), but her personality is bigger than words can describe. She has shoulder length, dark, brown hair. She used to be the chubbiest little thing last year, but over the summer she went to some camp in Switzerland where she lost all the weight. She’s littearly the funniest person I have ever met, if she doesn’t crack at least one lame joke a day, I know there’s something wrong. It’s pretty hard not to love this girl.

Then there’s Heba: Heba is the only one out of all of us that isn’t full Kuwaiti. Her mom is Lebanese. She has long hair that comes just below her chest, it was a light shade of brown, just a tiny bit lighter than chestnut. I was obsessed with her hair. Me and Heba knew each other the longest, because our moms were pretty close, I trust her with everything  and anything. She never fails to make my day.

Last, but definitely not least was Fay: Fay has very dark naturally straight hair that was usually up in a ponytail or a bun. Her eyelashes were pretty long, and everyone was in love with them. Fay is probably the real-est. person in my school. She doesn’t take bullshit, and if you mess with her best friends, you’re technically messing with her. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not aggressive or anything, she’s just genuine. I love her to bits and pieces.

Completing our little best friend circle is me. I’m the youngest of all the girls. They all were turning seventeen in a couple of months, and I had just turned sixteen last month. My wavy hair is naturally dark but as a little birthday gift my mom let me dye it last month, and now it’s just brown.  I don’t really like to stand out, I’m not that type of girl. I guess you can call me a crowd-pleaser, I don’t like problems.

But in high school, problems can’t always be avoided, can they?

Survival of the fittest.