Calm Before the Storm: Chapter 4.

Previously:

Me: "shukran, ma abi sha7n, 7ta jwali ma abeeh"

I hopped off the car before he would answer. I slammed the door shut behind me and hopped in the backseat,

Me: "5li Jana tjls gdam" I calmly said while my tears were falling from my eyes,

Musaab calmly started driving and we were in front of Amwaj's entrance. He called Jana to come, she did and hopped in.

I was silent during our ride to Al-Seef. Looking out the window and quietly crying. I suddenly started having flashbacks of Musaab and I and cried even more. I couldn't stop. Nasser came into my mind and I felt like vomiting. I was feeling more into Musaab than Nasser, even though he was so harsh to me and such an asshole rude dude. But I feel sad for losing Musaab more than losing Nasser. My heart aches everytime I remember that Musaab hates me. Maybe because I was the one who did him wrong, while Nasser was the one who did me wrong. I feel sorry for the both of them.

We finally reached Al-Seef so I quickly wiped my tears and hopped off the car. I walked away not waiting for Musaab and Jana, then remembered that I don't have a phone so I stopped, waited for them to reach my point and we walked in together.

I was silent the whole time. They all were like "oh Judy wsh feek mnafsa?" and I couldn't wait to get back home.

We were finally back home at around 12 AM. I left my phone in Musaab's car and didn't bother to take it back. I mean, Nasser is gone. I'll see my friends tomorrow at school. I live with my family under the same roof. Why would I need my phone?

I took a quick shower, changed into my pjs and laid on my bed. I opened my MacBook since I got really bored. I opened Twitter via Safari and read some tweets on my timeline.

I tweeted:
"Should've known your love was a game"

Musaab liked it, and I felt like slapping him in the face,

I refreshed my timeline and found Musaab tweet: 
"Poor girl got played like an Xbox"

Oh well, that was rude.

I refreshed the webpage once again and found a DM notification. Nasser,

@NasserAlX:

Lw sma7ti ntfaham

Leesh ma trdeen 3la jwalk?

@JudyAlX:

Mu ma3ay

@NasserAlX:

Weena?

@JudyAlX:

L76'a wsh d5lk a9ln?
Nasser e7trm kramtk w la t7akeeni

@NasserAlX:

Ast3'frallah

Judy, rdi 3la telephone baitkom

El7een

@JudyAlX:

La tdg, don't even bother.

@NasserAlX:

Aw3dk etha rdeeti 3lay hl mara ma tsm3een mni shay, bs rdi, ntfahm

A5r mara

@JudyAlX:

Fine

3ndk 10 minutes bs

Don't blame me, but I really wanted to hear his explanation, even though I knew he doesn't have one. I wanted to know what he was going to say. I'm never ever forgiving him, but I wanted to listen to his voice one more last time. I hit my head hard as I thought: "he was with a freaking girl a few hours ago and I am going to let him explain? I can be really stupid sometimes."

I calmly went downstairs and told Nasser to call and I picked it up quickly before anyone hears it.

Nasser: "alo"

His tone was so smooth that I could listen to it for hours. I hated letting him go but I'm never going back. Nasser is such an asshole and I hate him for breaking my heart. I know I sound like a psychopath, but.. You don't blame me, do you? My feelings are so mixed and I wish I can simply turn them off. I know I'm going to suffer so much.

Me: "alo"

Nasser: "kaifk?"

Me: "kwaysa" I said in a cold tone.

Nasser: "Judy, ma abi alf w adour, w bnfs elwgt madri kaif ashr7 lk, l2na m3gd elw6'3 marra, shoufi y3ni tara eli shfteeh elyom mu nfs eli kan bbalk"

Me: "la wallah?"

Nasser: "Judy 8smbellah en mabeni w benha ella chats, w shwyt..."

Me: "shwyt wsho? A9ln lw enk mu mswi shay 3'l6 ma kan k4bt" I laughed, "bl dewanya ajal?"

Nasser: "5leeni a5l9 klami 6yb, aw3dk bgoul lk kl shay"

Me: "shwyt wsho?" I repeated.

Nasser: "shwyt 6l3at"

Me: "tshoufha gleel?"

Nasser: "Judy"

Me: "twg3t 3ndk tbreer a7sn, 9dg this proved how pathetic you are"

Nasser: "Allah y3afeek Judy bs a5l9 klami"

Me: "ma abi mnk shay 5la9, kl eli abeeh shay wa7d bs"

Nasser: "ay shay 3shan tsam7eeni, w ana aw3dk eni ma a3eedha abd w ag63ha m3ha wla 3ad ashouf wjhha"

Me: "abeek tms7 rgmi, w kl shay y59ni, w ma trj3 tklmni, abd"

Nasser: "wsho?"

Me: "you heard me" I took a breath, "ent w3dtni enk ma trj3 tklmni b3d ma tbrr li, w a6'nk brrt li w abd ma kan mu8n3, flw sm7t 5lk gd klmtk"

He remained silent for a moment, he took a deep breath and we were silent for 10 seconds.

Nasser: "ana asf 3la kl shay, sam7eeni"

Judy: "Allah ysam7k"

I hung up before he could answer. I know I acted like a strong woman who doesn't care about her boyfriend's betrayal to her, but deep inside, I was dying. My eyes weren't tearing but my heart was. I came off strong but deep inside, I was the weakest. I just hate showing it to people. My feelings, they hardly come out of me since I'm really bad at expressing my feelings. I felt my heart ache so bad. I just realized that Nasser never loved me.

I went back upstairs to my room and slammed the door shut. It was about 3 in the morning and I have school in less than 4 hours. Great. I was super excited for this weekend last week, but it turned out to be the worst in my whole life.

I replayed everything that happened in my miserable weekend and started crying all over again. Flashbacks were killing me. Flashbacks of me and Musaab, Nasser, and how happy my life was.

Look at me now. A desperate girl who just lost her two favorite persons in a weekend that was supposed to be fun.

My mom woke me up the next morning at around 6:30,

Mama: "yallah Judy la t6fsheeni"

Me: "yuma mabi arou7 elmdrsa"

Mama: "laish?"

Me: "t3bana wallah ma nmt ella elsa3a 4:30"

Mama: "laish inshallah?"

Me: "a9ln rj3na 1 w 3la ma jani elnom, yuma wallah jsmi mksr bmout"

Mama: "elli yray7k, bs goumi 9li elfajr 3la elagal"

Me: "6yb"

She left, I got up to pray and then went back to sleep.

I woke up at around 10 AM, I did my business and changed. I had nothing to do, so I opened my MacBook and watched a movie.

Later at 7 PM, our house's bell rang, I went to check who it was by the intercom. It was Musaab. My heart skipped a beat once I saw his face, I've never seen him this serious before.

Me: "tbi Faisal?" I calmly asked in a low voice.

Musaab: "la, e6l3eeli enti, bsr3a bs" he said not looking at the camera.

This isn't going so well, is it?

Me: "6ayb"

I went to the outdoor and opened it for him, he was texting, but as soon as the door opened, he raised his face and took a deep breath.

Musaab: "jay bs 3shan a36eek shay"

Me: "wsho?"

He pulled a phone out of his pocket,

Musaab: "mntb bazr 3shan yns7b jwalk, 3umrk 18 w Allah 36ak 3gl 3shan tfrgeen been el3'l6 w el97 w atwg3 klami wa6'7"

He handed me the phone,

Musaab: "w bala glt adb mara thanya"

He left without waiting for my response and I closed the door behind him.

That was too harsh, Musaab.

Too too harsh.

I got in and charged my phone.

My phone finally started dinging, 73 missed calls from Nasser. 3 missed calls from Esraa, and lots of of WhatsApp messages.

I ignored all of Nasser's phone calls, left his WhatsApp messages from yesterday on read, and directly checked Musaab's last seen.

Don't ask, I was just too curious. He was online.

I waited for him to say something, an apology for being rude maybe? But he went offline so I re-called Esraa.

Esraa: "Allah ya5th ebleesk ya zga 5ft 9ar feek shay!"

Me: "jwali ma kan ma3ay"

Esraa: "wein kan, w laish 3'ayba?"

Me: "lazm agoul lk wsh 9ar"

Esraa: "9ar shay y3ni?"

Me: "ohoo" I sarcastically said, "9art ashya2 mu shay wa7d bs!"

Esraa: "5r3teeni trak, zaina wla shaina?"

Me: "ashyn mn elshaina 7mdellah bs"

Esraa: "la t5wfeeni sh9ar?"

Me: "engf6t"

Esraa: "engf6ti?" her tone changed, "3la wsho w mn meen a9ln?"

Me: "eni 6l3t m3 Nasser"

Esraa: "wsho?" she stopped for a second, "mn jdk?"

Me: "wallah"

Esraa: "omk?"

Me: "la"

Esraa: "Faisal?!"

Judy: "la"

Esraa: "yarab mu Khalid!"

Me: "mu Khalid"

Esraa: "mst7eel obouk, ma ydri 3nk"

Me: "eeh mu obouy, Musaab"

Esraa: "tmz7een?"

Me: "ll2saf la2"

I told her what happened but without details because it was a phone call so she told me that she will come over in less than 15 minutes to know everything.

I opened the door for her when she arrived and we went to my room.

Esraa: "l76'a Musaab s7b jwalk?"

Me: "la, bs ana eli 36aita eljwal yom kna b Bahrain, rma 3ly elsha7n w gali yallah 7akeeh elplayer 7gk shay zy k4a w he whispered r5ee9a 3la asas ma sm3ta"

Esraa: "a7!"

A tear fell from my eyes,

Me: "6'ayg 9dri Esraa"

Esraa: "mn wsho bs?" she side hugged me,

Me: "mn kl shay! Kl shay 9ar fj2a bsr3a wara b39' ma knt mst3da a5srhm elethneen"

Esraa: "Nasser elzg el7mdellah ena 6l3 mn 7yatk b3d ma byn 3la 7geegta, mswi feeha y7bk w y3'ar 3laik w ho l3ab, abdn la tt7sfeen 7mdellah drs w t3lmti mna"

Me: "mu mt7asfa 3la Nasser gd mani mt7sfa 3la Musaab"

Esraa: "bsee6a Musaab, 9dgeeni klha km youm w byr6'a"

Me: "la, ma atwg3 abdan"

Esraa: "wsh d3wa fkri feeha, trah your cousin awal shay y3ni bljm3at 3'9bn 3nkum ttlagon w 3'er k4a, agrb wa7d lk mn ahlk y3ni mar7 yglb 3laik"

Me: "ngfl 3la elsalfa a7sn"

I know Musaab more than anyone else does, and even more than Alia, and it breaks my heart to know that he'll never be the same with me, ever. I know him.

She left half an hour later, and I went to the living room.

Mama: "jabk Allah, enti kl shay 7g zwaj Khalid jahz 3ndk?"

Me: "eeh, bs nag9ni k3b"

Mama: "wsh tnt6'reen 6yb? Elzwaj elweekend eljay ya fr7ti feek yom jbtk!"

Me: "haw mama feeh wgt, brou7 bukra ashtri ay heels 7lween"

Mama: "eeh inshallah tlageen b3d, thogk enti 93b"

I agree, I am so picky.

A week later, I was getting ready for Khalid (my eldest brother)'s wedding. The makeup artist was doing my make up as I suddenly thought of Musaab, I haven't heard of him since last week, and it's killing me. I at least want to know what's going on in his life. Then Nasser popped in my head as I shed a tear. I miss him yet I hate what he did to me. He is a liar. It truly hurts everytime his name crosses my mind, and I still cry every night before going to sleep, the idea of us not together kills me everytime I remember. I feel so lifeless without him. He was my all-day-everyday.

The Makeup Artist: "wsh feek dm3ti Allah yhdeek"

Me: "shay d5l b3aini shakla, y7rg" I lied,

The Makeup Artist: "e5trb your makeup, l76'a a3dla lk"

She fixed it to me and I tried my best not to let a tear fall from my eyes again, I badly wanted to get the both of Nasser and Musaab out of my mind.

When she was finally done, I went to get dressed and wear my jewelries. I already had my hair done, and it was around 8 PM.

We finally got into the 8a3a, where the wedding was and started preparing, only close relatives were there.

Guests started to come and the 8a3a became crowded already,

Haifa: "Allah wsh thal zeen?"

Me: "shklk ma shfti elmraya, enti elzeen klh wallah"

Haifa: "t3ali 5l nt9wr"

Me: "eeh yallah w ersleeli eyaha klha b3deen"

Haifa: "okay"

She took her phone out of her purse and opened Snapchat, she took a couple of selfies and videos.

Me: "ersleeli 3shan a76ha ana b3d"

Haifa: "yallah bs dgeega"

She said while texting,

Om Musaab: "Haifa, t3ali yuma shway" she called her from the in-front of us.

Haifa: "6yb"

She got up obeying her mother's order,

Haifa: "shoufi 76ait'hum story klhum bs bsr3a ems7i eli mu 7lween gbl ma yshoufhm a7d"

Me: "okay"

She handed me her phone and walked away, I took a quick look on her Snapchat story and checked who viewed it, Musaab's username was the first. My heart beats raced as I flipped the screen to the left to see if he left a comment on her snaps. His name was the first to appear in the chats, he left her reply on read 59 seconds ago.

Curiousity killed me and I couldn't not open the chat,

He shared the first picture Haifa posted with a caption,

Musaab:

Hathi Judy?

Haifa:

Eeh haw

Musaab:

Ma 3rft'ha

Haifa:

Eeh 6al3a zy elgmr mashallah gltlha

I scrolled down to read his answer but he just left her on read. I saw Haifa coming so I quickly deleted a random video from her story.

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Calm Before the Storm: Chapter 3.

Previously:

Judy: 

Musaab

Musaab: 

N3m?

By that time, he unlocked his phone and got up.

Musaab: "ana w Judy bnrou7 Baskin Robbins njeeb ice cream, etha tboun shay erslu lna b group el3aila"

He looked down at me,

Musaab: "yallah goumi"

I found myself automatically obeying his order, I had no other choice. I wore my Abaya and followed him to his car. We both hopped in.

Me: "mu jalsa astw3b wala shay"

Musaab: "tstw3been el7een"

I waited for him to talk,

Musaab: "wsh sweeti ams?"

My heart skipped a beat after he said these 3 words as he turned the engine on.

Me: "wla shay, jlst bl beet"

My heartbeats started to race. I knew it.

Musaab: "umm" he said not believing what I said,

He started driving,

Me: "w ent?"

Musaab: "ana b3d ma r7t mkan, jlst bl beet"

Are we playing games now?

Me: "umm"

Musaab: "etha knti bl beet w ma r7ti mkan, ajl meen elzg eli shftk m3ah ams gdam cafe bl Tahlia?”

He raised his voice and drove so much faster. My heart skipped a beat or maybe two. I couldn't reply. And that's when I realized I lost my very first best friend forever.

Musaab: "ma trdeen?"

Me: "Musaab wein bnrou7?" I asked in a shaky voice.

Musaab: "WSH ELI WEIN BNROU7? ANA JALS AS2LK SO2AL TRDEEN 3LAY, WLA MA SM3TEENI? AGOLIK MEEN ELTBN ELI KAN M3AK AMS? W D5LTI SYARTA W R7TU BGL3TKUM MA ADRI WEIN? HA?"

Me: "Musaab lw sm3t 5ff sr3tk shway wallah el36'eem bgoul lk kl shay"

Musaab: "KLI TBN MA ABI ASM3 MNK SHAY, MN AWL JALS AFKR ETHA ANA FHMT AY SHAY 3'L6 BS MA LGEET TBREER A9LAN! DA5LA SYARTA W T36EENA HUG? SHLOUN AKON FHAMT 3'L6 SHLOUN BTBRREEN ABI AFHAM!"

I teared,

Me: "lw sm.. sm7t Musaa..b wgf 3la jam..b!"

Musaab: "MANI MWGF!"

Me: “6yb entbh la n9dm 3la elagal” I finally said between my teeth and in a very low voice,

He finally parked aside and took a deep breath,

Musaab: "3ndk shay tgoleena?"

I remained silent as I sobbed,

Musaab: "EEH 9E7I EL7EIN W EL3BI DOUR ELMSKEENA ELML3OUB 3LAIHA!"

I took a tissue and wiped my tears,

Musaab: "5wyk?"

I didn't reply,

Musaab: "RDI 3LAY LA TNRFZEENI, 5WYK?"

Me: "e..eeh"

Musaab laughed: "YA SALAM! OPEN MINDED MASHALLAH 3LAIK T6L3EEN M3 5WYK! ZA7FA!"

Musaab continued: "W MN MITA T3RFEENA INSHALLAH 3SHAN T6L3EEN M3AH? KM 9ARLKOM?"

I remained silent.

Musaab: "6RSHA MA TSM3EEN? RDI KM 9ARLKOM YA JUDY LA T5LEENI ASWI SHAY MA Y3JBK!"

Me: "7 sh'hour, bs wallah a3rfa mn 2 yea-"

Musaab: “B3D? W FR7ANA TGOLEENHA? MASHALLAH 7LU! ENTI 3'BYA? WDI AFHM 8SMBELLAH 3'BYA?"

Me: "ana asfa, mar7 a3eedha"

Musaab: "KLI TBN W LA 3AD TKLMEENI ANA MANI O5OUK FAHMA? 6OUL 3MRI A5AF 3LEEK NFS 5WATI JANA W HAIFA BL9'B6! BS 7RAM A3DK E5TI 8SMBELLAH!"

Yep. It's official. I lost my best friend. Forever.

Musaab: "KM 3MR ELTBN?"

Me: "akbar mni b thlath sneen" I took a deep breath, "kubrik" I said in a low voice.

Musaab: "ki4a y3ni ygali b7ba w bgoul oh 3agl 97?"

I didn't know what to reply so I just remained silent until he drove us back to our grandma's house,

The rest of the ride was silent, and obviously not the good silence, I was shaking all the time as my body's temperature became so high, I was thinking of how Musaab looked so angry and scary a few minutes ago. I couldn't take his picture out of my mind. My thoughts were interrupted when Musaab finally turned the engine off and opened his door.

I opened my door and hopped off his car as we both entered the house at the same time. 

Aunt Yasmine: "ha wein el ice cream? Rslna lkum our orders ma shftooha?"

Musaab: "ella bs msakar 3shan el9alat"

Aunt Yasmine: "haw 3’reeba, ma b3d a4n, bagi rb3 sa3a"

Musaab: "madri, shakla elfr3 eli jmbna sakar"

Mama: "5la9 mu mshkla, nrsl Raju b3d el9lat yshouf"

I calmly went upstairs and went to the guests' room. Someone knocked the door and I wished it was Musaab for some reason.

Me: "meen?"

Alia: "ana"

Me: "t3al wsh 3ndi tdgeen elbab?"

She came in,

Alia: "shfeek, sh9ar m3 Musaab?"

Me: "wala shay, he hates me and we're not friends anymore"

Alia: "wsh 9ar Judy e7ki!"

Me: "shafni ams m3 Nasser, w shafni w ana a5ma, gali la tklmeeni abd, ana 3'l6an eni 3daitk e5ti w mn hl kalam"

Alia's jaw dropped,

Me: "same" I said as a tear fell from my eyes.

Alia: "ma 3leek mna ma t3rfeena over protective? 9dgeeni klha km youm w byrj3 yra6'eek"

Me: "marra mb km youm, enti mstw3ba ena shafni da5la syarat wld? Shbswi b7yati ana etha gal l Faisal aw Khalid? Yimken amout”

Alia: “bsmallah 3leik, mara7 ygoul la7d shfeek trah Musaab!"

Me: "eeh Musaab bs ma shfti wjha w 7na bl syara, 8smbellah 7sait eni mub m3 Musaab mn kthr ma kan wjha a7mr, w jals ysoug bsr3a w yd5l been elsyarat, wdi elar6' tnshg w tbl3ni, kraht 7ayati"

Alia: "Judy tstahbleen? Goli el7amdellah hatha awl shay, thani shay la t9ereen nfsya w eli y3afeek, shrayk tnameen el7ein w etha 97eeti tfhamtw?"

Me: "mara7 ntfaham, Musaab ma ybi yshouf wjhi, t5yli 5srt wld 5ali 3shan 5wyi"

Alia: "akeed bykoun m39b ya Judy bs kl elomour bt'hda bs ybeela wgt, la tst3jleen"

Me: "6yb, abi anam"

Alia: "6rda hathi?"

Me: "eeh mfrou9' enha ketha" I let out a light laugh.

Alia: "eeh e6'7ki!" she smiled, "elli yshouf wajhk mn shway ma y3rfk"

I didn't reply,

Alia: "6yb, 5la9 enti erta7i el7een" she smiled,

She left as I laid on the bed and tried to sleep. I woke up around an hour later. I checked my phone but then remembered that the WiFi in my grandma's doesn't reach upstairs.

I went downstairs, and heard my aunts and uncles including my mom talking about some trip.

Mama: "eeh w ma nwgf b Khobar, n6awl 3ala Bahrain"

Aunt Yasmine: "eeh, bs kam syara nrou7?"

Uncle Fahad: "tkfeena 3 aw 4 syarat"

Me: "wsh elsalfa?" I asked curiously.

Mama: "97 elnoum, n3sti?"

Me: "eeh shway"

Mama: "hatha w enti 9a7ya el6'hr"

I awkwardly smiled, and looked for Musaab around the living room. I glanced him staring at me, but he looked away as soon as our eyes met. He got up, and went to the backyard. I followed him.

Me: "Musaab, lw sma7t"

He ignored me and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it up, and started smoking.

Musaab: "n3m?"

Me: "lw sma7t 5leena ntfahm, ma abi y9eer benna ketha, please, 3shan 5a6r eni bnt 3mtk"

Musaab: "ana 5jlan enk bnt 3mti" he said giving me his back.

Ouch, that was too harsh. I suddenly felt my body becoming hot again and my eyes teared.

Me: "ana asfa" I said as my voice shook.

Musaab: "e7mdi rbk eni ll7een bs jals ag6 klam bs, wla 8smbellah ya Judy etha ma w5rti 3ni btshoufen shay ma y3jbk"

Me: "bs knt abi shsma.. Ntfaham" I said in a very shake voice.

Musaab: "wsh tbeen tgoleen? 5wyi the8a w a7ba w 3adi bytzwjni? Enti 3'bya w a3'ba mnk mafi w ma atwg3 3ndk tbreer 3'er hatha, f lw sm7ti e7trmi nfsk w bkramtk ed5li w la tklmeeni"

He was right, I had no other explanation. I just didn't want to lose him. I quickly got inside and went to the bathroom to wipe my tears before someone notices them.

I faked a smile, acted very normal, and went to the living room,

Me: "wsh salft Bahrain?"

Mama: "bnrou7 Bahrain 56 bukra, ana w 5alatk nbi nrou7 nsawi shopping 3shan zwaj bnt 5alk Haifa b3d shahrain, w mara w7da nrou7 elcinema nshouf movie"

Haifa is Musaab's 25 year old sister. Jana is their sister too but she is still 16.

Me: "oh, okay"

I turned around to see Musaab still smoking in the backyard. I felt so bad. I wish I could go back in time and never go out with Nasser again. I hate seeing Musaab like this. I hate seeing my best friend like this. I hated Nasser at that moment, not as in I don't want to be with him anymore. I just needed a break. I still love him, and it's not his fault. It was completely my choice to go out with him but I suddenly felt so cheap and used. I just didn't want to talk to him for a while. Our relationships seriously needs limits.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked if Nasser replied to my 4 hour ago sent message.

Nasser:

Ela twni gmt

4 hours ago,

Nasser:

Good morning❤️

Weenk?

Judy:

Ahlan

Beet jdti

Nasser:

Oh 97 elyoum jm3a

I ignored him and locked my phone. My phone buzzed,

Nasser:

Meen mz3l el7lu?

He is so chilled, and I'm completely the opposite.

Judy:

Ma feeni shay

Bs jatni el3ma w nfst

Forgive me for lying, God.

Nasser:

Oh

54eelk shay 6yb 3shan trta7een

Slamtk ❤️

Judy:

Eeh I will

Allah yslmk

I locked my phone forreal this time and spent some time with my family. Musaab won't look at my face which made me feel even worse. I hated being in this position.

My mom woke me up the next day at around 12 PM and told me to get ready since we're going to Bahrain. We were in front of my grandma's house at around 1:30 PM where we all gathered to leave at the same time.

Me: "kaif bnrou7?"

Mama: "ana m3 Faisal w Khalid w 5altk Yasmine w bnat'ha bsyara, enti rou7i m3 Musaab w Jana w Haifa b syarta el93'eera, w elbagyeen m3 5alk Fahad w Essam"

Me: "w Alia?"

Mama: "Alia m3ay"

She thought putting me with Musaab will make me have fun, but no. No one knows that he won't even talk to me anymore. My best friend officially hates me people!

I hopped off Faisal's car and went to Musaab's where they were all waiting for me.

Haifa was seated in the passenger's seat right next to Musaab, while Jana and I were seated in the backseats,

Me: "elsalam 3lykum"

They all replied, except for Musaab who was texting and didn't even notice me hopping in, or maybe simply ignored my existence.

We were supposed to go to City Centre first but Musaab's directions were going to Amwaj.

Me: "laish mu ray7een City Centre?" I asked Jana in a very low voice, but Haifa heard,

Haifa: "Musaab ma gltlha? Sorry bs wallah 3la bali galk, awal shay bynzlni Amwaj 3shan bashouf Ahmed hnak (her fiancé), w b3deen bnrou7 City Centre"

Me: "oh, la 3adi, a9ln ana shayftli dress b Riyadh y3ni mob mst3jla, w ma abi arou7 City Centre al7een"

We arrived at around 7 PM. I hopped off Musaab's car with Jana and Musaab, as Haifa had her own directions to meet Ahmed.

We started walking as I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check my WhatsApp, Nasser's chat to be specific, but there wasn't a single notification.

Judy:

Hey weenk?

Nasser:

Bdeewanyt wa7d mn el3yal, enti?

I was just about to reply, but my phone died.

Me: "Jana 3ndk charger?" I asked.

Jana: "la bs Musaab 3nda"

Me: "Musaab"

Musaab: "ha" he said not looking at me,

Me: "mumkin sha7in?"

Musaab: "ma 3ndi" he faced me, "w etha 3ndi a7taja"

Me: "lw sma7t, bs yfta7 w a36eek"

Musaab: "ma 3ndi agoul lk!" he was serious,

It's okay. A9lan I don't want Nasser and I to share details. I'll definitely ask for a break once I get back home.

Jana, Musaab, and I were looking for a good restaurant/cafe to sit in, and that's when I saw someone who looks really familiar. He looked like Nasser. But I wasn't that curious because he told me that he is with his friends. I was about to look away but that's when we had an eye contact and Nasser-look-alike's face expressions changed. Our eye contact took so long and I finally realized it was him. He was sitting with a girl holding hands. I felt disgusted and even more used. I hated Nasser even more and hated the day I volunteered in that event and got to know him. Tears gathered in my eyes, my blood raced, and my stomach ached. I felt so dizzy and literally wanted to die.

Me: "a7taj el7mam" I said as I turned around and completely changed my directions.

I saw Nasser get up and follow me so I ran even faster. I finally entered the first restaurant I faced, I was about to get in but someone held my arm.

Nasser: "lw sm7ti wgfi"

Me: "n3m?" I said in disgust as I looked at him from the top of his head till his toes, "ana 5sart wld 5ali 3shan 5a6r wajhk, bs el6'ahr enk jzma w ma tstahl g6ra mn el7ub eli 36eetk eyah"

Me: "ya weelk tfkr t7akeeni aw tklmni aw 7ta tbrrli, ma t3rfni wla a3rfk ya Nasser w kl wa7d b6reega"

Nasser: "Judy wallah she's just a friend to me"

Me: "w knt t3'ar yom ajls m3 Musaab?" I laughed, "9dg ya 7saft ayami m3ak!"

Tears gathered in my eyes again but I didn't want them to fall. I know Nasser and I've only been together for 7 months, but we were besties before he confessed his love towards me. 2 freaking years and 7 fucking months. Asshole.

I walked away while wiping my tears. Why is this happening to me? First Musaab, and now Nasser, is the worst yet to come? I lost my two favorites in only two days, and God only knows what's coming next.

I went back to where I left Musaab and Jana, acting like nothing happened. Musaab held my hands tight and let us walk forward Jana.

Musaab: "hatha ho?" he almost whispered,

Me: "wsho?"

Musaab: "don't play dumb" he seriously said, "hatha ho?"

Me: "e..eeh"

I hate how shaky my voice is becoming when I talk to him, I get endless butterflies whenever I see his face. I just hate how things vastly changed.

Musaab: "shfti?" he laughed, "3'bya w akbr 3'bya, eng9 3laik bkm klma w mabsou6a ena 5wyk y7bk w 6al3 m3ak, hatha yl3ab 3laik ya mama" he spat, "ams m3ak w elyoum m3 3'airk, laitk 3la elagal 3'l6ti m3 elsh59 el97"

His words felt like a knife in my chest. I wanted him to shut up. I already feel bad about myself and he is not making it any better.

Musaab: "ha nrou7 City Centre 5la9?" he turned around and asked Jana who was walking behind us.

Jana: "eeh, mama dgt 3lay tw tgoul wainkom"

Musaab: "6yb, ent6'reena hna ana w Judy bnrou7 njeeb elsyara mn elparking"

She nodded and I followed Musaab having no idea what's going on. We finally reached his car and I hopped in the passenger seat.

Musaab threw an iPhone charger cable on me,

Musaab: "yallah 7aki 7beeb galbk elplayer w 6mneeh"

I remained silent,

Musaab: "r5ee9a" he said in a low voice thinking that I won't hear him.

I gave him his cable back and pulled my phone out of my pocket and gave it to him,

Me: "shukran, ma abi sha7n, 7ta jwali ma abeeh"

I hopped off the car before he would answer. I slammed the door shut behind me and hopped in the backseat,

Me: "5li Jana tjls gdam" I calmly said while my tears were falling from my eyes,

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