The Curse Of Curves 2

For a week, all i could think and want was her. She was so nice, how could she be a bitch ?
She speaks so innocently, maybe she just wanted to be friends with me because she felt i was a good person, maybe she knew i wouldn't go and ruin her reputation. After a week of being good friends and chatting till 4am on MSN, she suggested we text.

I was thrilled, finally texting a girl, even though shes a friend i didn't really mind !

I thought about what 3abood told me about her, but maybe, just maybe, with me she'd completely change.

I woke up and heard my phone ringing. 1 new text message. It was Aya's number.

A- hey faris a7lami
F- hahahahaaha :p
A- whaaaaat :$
F- walah shay bas a'67ack

I waited an hour for a reply, and i got nothing.

F- Aya ?

Another hour passed, i eventually got up from my bed, and got ready to go to the gym.

The gym was about 5 minutes away from my house, it was Fitness First. I got into my brown Minni Cooper and drove off to Uptown Mirdiff. But before the roundabout i changed my mind, i wanted to cruise a little bit in my neighborhood, i passed by my friends house, 7amood Al-X, and saw him getting into his drivers car so i honked to get his attention.

He turned and saw my car, the jealousy in his eyes began to fill.
I started laughing and lowered my windows.

"kel 5ara farooos ma'3ar enzain" He yelled with an angry tone.
"haa 7amood mo te7lam itkoon mokani ?" roaring with laughter
"enteh chub la36eeck 3a rasck, wain sayer ?" walking towards me.
"sayer el gym, ent ?"
"6al3 baseer asharah shwyat a'3ra'6 ..... ta3al agoolck laish mayait gabl isboo3 el 3zeemah ?doomck che tera, sheft 3abood bas ent maknt weyah ! tera el mdars ba3adha mabedat, bagi isboo3 zyadeh"
"adree bas it3arfny a7b arateb gabl el mdrsah eb esbo3ain chethe" *weak smile*
"ta3ban terack, maree'6 nafsi, enzain isma3 faroos el youm ta3al"
"hehe *hesistant* bashoof bashoof"
"tera hal mara yayeb Russians and a couple of Italians *winks*"
"bashoof bashoof gelt" *another weak smile*

Not wanting him to insist more and asking why i didn't want to come, i drove quickly and headed for the gym. He didn't get it that I just wasn't into these kind of stuff, it was stupid and a waste of time. They invite prostitutes, paying thousand and thousand of Durhams, just for some satisfaction. Abdullah goes for the fun of it, and also so the boys wont tease him, but they never ever teased me because i got Sager behind my back. He used to go, and when he stopped, a huge group of guys stopped going too. Alot of men respect Sager, because they respect my dad. As the last boy in the family, i should not mess my fathers reputation and hard work.

After the gym, i went back to the house and took a shower. I saw my mother sitting in the living room watching t.v so i decided I'd join her.

"hala umayah"
"hala 7ayati" still looking at the T.V.
Women, they watch these stupid series that make them depressed. All the series are about hate, drugs, sex, love, lies and more hate.

"bas umi lat6al3een hal ashya2 mb zain" grabbing the remote from her hands
"goom 3ani faris" hitting my head
"aaaaayyyyy umi ye3wer" I whined smiling
"testahal *wicked smile*"
"remasti ubooy ?"
When i asked that, she switched the T.V off and faced me,
"hai ramastah, w ba3adeh em6awel ygool enah ba3adha maree'6ah w lazm yetm weyaha" Tears filled up her eyes.
"yalla inshallah yrja3 bisalamah"
"i miss him"
"adree yuma. We all do"

My father has stayed for the past four months in Kuwait, his first wife is sick. He's obliged to stay and help her. He has to be there for her but he does have a family here who wants him there too.

Sager called me inviting me to DubaiMall for lunch at ArmaniCafe. I excused myself from my mother, and went into my room to change.

I wore my favorite Abercrombie and Fitch white t-shirt and baby blue shorts with flipflops.
I grabbed my phone and texted Aya.

F- Aya ana 6al3 weya my brother sayer Dubaimall  :*

Not a minute passed and i recieved a text from her.

A- shu batsawi hnak ?
F- eat lunch in ArmaniCafe, laish ?
A- just asking ;p
F- i didnt get a reply from you in the morning
A- i wasnt in the mood to reply
F- are you ok ?
A- no :(
F- whats wrong ?
A- Everything
F- 5abriny, shu balach ?
A- wayed ashya2, my life, my friends. :(
F- esm3i ana a7een i'll be driving so i cant text, after i reach i'll text u back ok ? :*
A- no need, we'll talk on the phone :)
F- adeg 3alaich ?
A- haih !

I quickly put on my ear phones on my i-Phone, and dialed her number.

"2alo ?" Her voice was amazing.
"Halla ?" i was confused, it was my first time talking to a girl on the phone, i didnt know what to say !
"Heey *giggles*" I love her laugh or whatever i just heard :p
"Shloonch ?"
"shloonch ? shu ha ba3ad hahaha kuwaiti ent w ana madry"
"2eeh, ana kuwaiti, bas umi emaratiyah, adree lahjati shwy 5ara, mix between emarati and kuwaiti"
"la bel3aks, i love it"
"mashkoora" *smiling*
"so whats up ?
"madry enti golai, shfeech ?"
"Faris, you wont understand *sighs*"
"eshda3wa Aya, i will yalla tell me"
"ok listen, i used to talk to alot of guys, and soon they started calling me a bitch but all i did was talk to them as friends. They made up stuff about me saying i did stuff with them, but i never did. After that, this guy from my school made up really nasty stories about me, my cousin found out w kan rbee3 3abood, fa i met 3abood from my cousin w 3abood sar ramas el walad w galah mayetkalam anymore. I promised 3abood i'd stop talking to guys and i did ! the only guys i talk to now is you and Abdullah BAS !"

I fell silent. Wow. I thought she only talked to one guy, not many. Maybe Abdullah is right about her.

"laish sekat?"
"hhmm ? la bas afaker ya3ni"
"u think im a bitch right ?"
"la wallah ! i never thought that ! bas ya3ni, laish chethe emsaweebch el shabab ?" Trying to make her feel better.
"ma3arf"

I felt pitty for her, 7lailha wallah, malah da3i ha kela yestweebha.

"anyways"
"yah anyways, its better now, i have you"
"you have me ?" what did she mean by that ?
"i mean you know, to talk too w che"
"2eeh 2eeh akked ana hni dayman *smiling*"
Beep
"ssssoooooo"
Beep Beep
"i have to go now bbyyyeeee"
" dont worry aya im alwa ....... " She hung up *sighs* "always here for u" I said to myself.

She had another line, i wonder who it was. If was it was her friend or something like that she'd tell me and not close on my face.

I arrived DubaiMall, parked my car and walked to ArmaniCafe.

This time, i felt something different, everyone had his eyes on me. Then i realized that i wasnt looking at the floor, my head was lifted up high and i was walking proudly. I bet this was because of her. i started smiling.

She

Started

To

Change

ME