Chapter eight

BOO!  
Chapter eight, finally right??
***Reminder!***
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

Here’s seven! I was suffering from severe writers block, but I’m over it. I love the feedback I’ve been getting lately. You guys are amazing! Enjoy my loves! J

Xoxo, the iBlogger

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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.