The Tables Have Been Turned (10)

Ok, here's the deal.

I know my posts are short. But I promise to keep them coming, so that should make you guys happy right? I really did TRY to write a long one, but it just didn't work, it was too boring and it just dragged on.

Anyways, here's part 10 w I hope you like it.

NOTE to dazzzy: Writing those stories is hard :( Bas I'm trying, w as soon as I'm done (which could be a loooong time :p) I'll send it to you :D

Oh, w is it just me or is blogger really slow these days? Ya3ne I post something w it takes it hours to show up :s

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Continued from the previous diary entry

“Now that you ask, bitcha3el here ruined my life. So here’s a little friendly advice, be careful. Yalla Sara inroo7”

I grabbed Sara by the hand and just as we were leaving she turned around and said “I hope you choke on the wasabi, bitch”

We managed to get a taxi quickly and we headed back to the hotel. I sat in the taxi in silence and I could tell that Sara wanted to say something about what happened, bas she remained quiet. I got my iPod out and pressed play and the first song that came up was Bala 7ub. That made me remember the day on the balcony where I first met Fahad so I immediately pressed next… ‘The Mess I Made’ by Parachute was the next song and it made me feel like complete crap because it made me think about a lot of things. The first thing I thought about was, ‘God I’m a bitch!... A guy told me he loved me and all I did was ignore him.’ Then I went back in time and thought about that day. That terrible, dreadful summer day. It was supposed to be the best day in my life. It was my birthday and all my friends were there, my family was there and my fiancé was there. I knew they were planning a surprise for me so I went shopping with Sara. That’s what I regret the most, I should have just stayed at the apartment watching movies, but no … I had to be my usual stubborn self and insist on going out shopping. Actually, no.. I don’t regret it at all. Bil3aks I’m GLAD I went shopping, I’m glad that I went and saw what I saw, because otherwise I wouldn’t have known what Masha3el was doing. I mean, I knew she had lots of boyfriends bas she was my best friend, and 7amad and I were supposed to get married!

Just when I was reaaaally getting into the song Sara takes off one of my earphones and says “Joooooj shfeech? Yalla w9alna”
“Shno? Ohhh ok, I’m coming” Just before I left the car I promised myself that I’ll leave the past in the past and not bring it up every again, the name Masha3el means nothing to me.

So we went into the elevator. I pressed on ‘40’ which was the top floor, where our rooms were. I stood there with Sara in silence watching the buttons light up as we were passing the floors when Sara broke the silence

“Jooj, I know you don’t want to talk 3an ilee 9ar ilyom bas you have to let it out ok? You can’t keep suppressing your feelings, mb zein”
As soon as she said that I felt my eyes starting to water and for some reason I felt heat rush up to my face. Just as I was about to burst out I reminded myself that there is no reason why I should bring up the past. Ilee 9ar, 9ar, w it’s not like I can change what happened. So I just looked at Sara and calmly said to her “Sara, nothing happened. Fahad has a girlfriend, w I don’t even know the guy that well, so 3adee.. whatever”
“J, that’s not what I was-”
“I know Sara, I don’t want to talk about it ok? Just let it go. She’s irrelevant”
“Ok fine, bas know that I love you and that I’m here for you ok?”

Then I heard a ‘dinggg’ and the elevator door opened to our floor. I stepped out with tears streaming down my face and I ran to my room.