Him and Her

To all of the people who read my previous story, sorry for taking so long and I hope you enjoy this one...


Every good story needs a boy, a girl and a bad situation. This was one of them, the bad situations I mean.

Right now, I couldn’t think of a way out of this. I stood there, wishing I was anywhere else in the world, but I knew wishing wouldn’t get me out of this.

It all started on the first day of my last semester in college. I was in a crappy mood, but that wasn’t something new, I was usually in a bad mood before my first cup of coffee in the morning. I was waiting in line at the college café, knowing I would be late to my first class but I didn’t really care. All I could think of was that hot cup of caffeinated goodness.

“I don’t usually say this but you’re gorgeous, I can’t stop staring at you”

WTH, who is this creep breathing down my neck. I started to get pissed since he had the nerve to talk to me in front of everyone, like I would give him the time of day. I hated these situations since I usually didn’t know how to react, all the good insults would come to me five minutes after it was all over.

“Come on don’t act like you can’t hear me”

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, Thank God I was still wearing my sunglasses. I was trying to ignore the urge to beat the living crap out of this guy for ruining my morning.

This is what you get for having overprotective brothers who shield you from such creeps your whole life, you keep thinking someone would fight your battles for you, I muttered to myself.
I usually hated my older brothers for constantly interfering in my life, controlling everything since our father had passed away and they thought it was their right to have a say in my every move. But right now I was imaging what my brother Nasser would do to this annoying heavy breather.

Thank God it was nearly over, I was just waiting for my order to finish and I could get to my class and to my friend Maha who would join me in insulting this idiot.
“Agoolech 3ad shaklech 9adagty 3imrech, mush min zeenech ya3nee” he said angrily.
A group of girls watching my ordeal cracked up laughing, I guess he noticed them too which is why he got so mad at me. What annoyed me most was the girl standing in the middle of this group of girls was my eldest Brother Faisal’s fiancée. She was giving me this smirk, and I guess that just pushed me over the edge.

“Shaklek inta ilay m9adeg 3mrek, shu you think you can get a girl’s attention with this early morning harassment? How very 1990’s of you” I said.
It would have been the perfect one-liner, making everything better after this ordeal, but of course I had to ruin it by doing something horribly idiotic. I turned too fast and ran into someone, spilling my extra hot coffee all over us both, I heard a collective gasp from the group of girls behind us. I slowly looked up staring at the splattered stain on the white kandoora in front of me.

I couldn’t look at who it was, my eyes glazed over with tears as I ran (actually I just walked really fast, since running was impossible in the heels I was wearing) to the nearest bathroom and hid in one of the stalls. I took out my BlackBerry and found that Maha sent me a few messages.

Maha: Wainich? We had a deal no skipping class until the second day at least. Good impressions this semester remember?

Maha: I hate you, wish I was asleep.

Maha: Oh and get me a latte with you pleeeeease.

Me: No coffee today or ever again!

Maha: please tell me your not Coffee girl?

Me: Coffee girl? How did u hear about that?

Maha: LOL Sara just sent me a message saying beware of coffee girl.

Me: Hathee madree laish tekrahnee, she is engaged to my brother! She’s supposed to TRY and make a good impression.

Maha: Inzain shu el salfa?!

Me: I bumped into someone with my coffee after this loser was harassing me.

Maha: and who did you spill it on?

Me: I don’t know

Maha: and which bathroom are you hiding in?

Me: Ma bagoolech i know you just want to make fun of me.

Maha: I just renamed you “coffee girl”

Me: I hate you.

Maha showed up in a few minutes and helped me get my abaya cleaned, while making fun of me the whole time.
“Ok I want to tell you something, but I don’t want you to freak out” she said, just as we were leaving the bathroom.
“Shu el salfa? You can’t say that and not want me to freak out!” I said, a bad feeling building up in the pit of my stomach.
“Well the guy you spilt your coffee on is Sara’s brother, who just transferred to our college”
“So that’s why she sent you that message? I still think ma 3endha salfa”
“Inzain the reason I don’t want you to freak out is he’s in our class” She said with a false grin on her face. “And he looked kind of mad when I saw him”

There goes the “avoid the person you spilt hot coffee on” plan.