Him and Her 6

As soon as he saw her get into the car, he sent her an email:

Latifa,
This is my pin XXXXXXXX, add me. We need to talk

Even to himself he sounded so arrogant, he knew she was too proud to take orders from him but he was desperate.

He had known she was special since he first laid eyes on her, standing in line with the creep behind her. She was so nervous, with her hands clenched as she stood there. He couldn’t take his eyes of her, her flushed face and tense shoulders made him want to swoop in and rescue her. Unfortunately that didn’t go as planned and he felt so foolish, but couldn’t believe his luck when she walked into his class. She sat there giggling with her friend and he felt his heart beat a little faster, she looked at him and their eyes locked before she turned away blushing. He knew who she was, and that was reason enough to stay away from her but he couldn’t seem to help it. It was a long time since he felt this way; since he swore to himself he would never get attached to a girl again. Something told him this girl was different, although she wasn’t classically beautiful there was something about those gorgeous eyes of hers, which showed her hidden emotions that she tried to hide from people that he couldn’t get out of his head.

He tried to keep his relationship with her formal but he realized it want only him who was affected by these emotions, he could see she was too, biting her lip nervously and blushing whenever she was near him. He had to admit is was a refreshing change from the new style of girls he met in college who were so upfront about their interest, giving him their phone numbers, pins etc which he was shocked by since he’d been away from the country for a while.

He found himself looking forward to those classes where he would see her and even went to her house hoping he could catch a glimpse of her, but since that day she was avoiding him, he couldn’t help but send her and email. But today when she walked into class he could sense something was up, she didn’t even turn to look at him but he knew her well enough to know something was wrong. Seeing her get into the car with that Rashed guy and her friend made his blood boil, calm down there must be a reasonable explanation, he thought but still he found himself heading to his car.

He raced through the streets in the direction of Latifa’s house until he saw them; he stopped at a slight distance until he saw her get out of the car. He stepped out of his car and she turned to look at him with an extremely annoyed expression on his face.


“Salam 3alaich Latifa” he said, as calmly as he could.
“Ou 3alaikum el salam, bas inta shu tsawee hnee? Are you stalking me or something?”
“Ha? Ana stalking you? A9lan intee shu tsaween rakba fl sayara ma3a wa7ed nafs Rashed hal m’3azelchy”
“3ad intee a5ar wa7ed tetkalam, you’re engaged and sending I miss you to me, how dare you!”
He could see she was truly hurt, he ached to grab her and kiss away that hurt look, but all he could do was watch her march to her house, tripping once on her abaya and cursing.
He loved her, of that he was certain.

Him and Her 5

He missed me, ME! I felt like I was floating in a dream, I looked at my watch and realized I had five minutes to make it to class. I quickly headed to the bathroom to do some quick primping; I was a girl after all. I was just reapplying my pink gloss and making sure my mascara was in place when I noticed someone was staring at my reflection, I turned and realized it was Sara, Mayed’s sister, I turned back and put my makeup back in my handbag completely ignoring her. I had no idea why she didn’t like me but I preferred to keep a distance from people who were rude to me.
I turned to leave but she stood in my path, I looked up at her and raised an annoyed eyebrow.
“I need to talk to you Latifa, if you’re not busy that is”
“I’m actually on my way to class, is it important?” I asked, a sick feeling in my stomach, I hated confrontation and I had a feeling this would be a conversation I wouldn’t enjoy.
“Akeed it’s important, it concerns you and e7m… u’5ouya” she whispered like it was a big secret.
“Yeah so what I’m working on a project with your brother, 5air?” I said calmly, I didn’t want anyone listening to get the wrong idea.
“Laaa ana mush qasdee shay, bas I wanted to give you some sisterly advice 7abeebty. Ne7na ahal after all, I just wanted to tell you that Mayood is kind of a flirt and you should know he’s engaged to we7da mn halnah and he likes to act like a player bas hu wayed iy7ebha.”
I smiled at her, I knew she wanted to hurt me and it was working, my heart was aching but I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of showing her I cared.
“Shaklech intee wayed tit5ayelain ashyaa, your brother is not a flirt bel3aks he’s the perfect gentleman ou ba3dain methl ma geltlech were just working together on a project.”
I said and quickly left the bathroom before she said something else.

I went to class even though I wanted to run and hide, but I didn’t want to give Sara the satisfaction. I walked in and took a seat as far away from him as possible, I could feel his eyes on me, my heart quickening at his gaze. I acted like I was completely engrossed in what the teacher was saying although I couldn’t concentrate on a single word he was saying. I felt like such an idiot, falling for the stupid games guys liked to play. He missed me, hah, how stupid was I? I usually prided myself on my instincts in knowing when a guy was messing with your feelings. Which is why I was one of those girls who was never in a relationship, even though people thought it was because of my overprotective brothers.
As soon as the teacher told us we could leave I was out of the class, with Maha by my side.
“La6oof, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“Mashay bas I’m not feeling well” I lied.
“Salamtech sweetie, if you want to go home we could drop you off”
We headed out of the college to where Maha’s brother Rashed was waiting to pick her up. Usually I wouldn’t go with him because of my brothers but now all I wanted to do was get out of this place.