Friday, July 27, 2012

Deceived; Chapter 8

I was scared and a part of me felt guilty for keeping it from them.

When they asked me who he was, I remembered the first day we talked, I felt I was doing something wrong, but talking to him just felt so right.

"Look, I was about to tell you tonight." I confessed.

"Well, explain to us then." Munya said.

I explained every single detail from him wanting to get to know me till him checking on me and taking care of me.

"Next time you better tell us sooner." said Malak.

"Of course." I replied.

"But um.. Ghaneya?" asked Munya.

"Yeah?" I looked at her sad face.

"Please be careful, I mean, you don't even know him."

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing, don't worry." I leaned in for a hug.

The rest of the night was amazing. We slept at 3 AM and woke up at 10. We decided to eat breakfast outside the house, so we made our way to Munya's car where her driver was waiting, and drove off.

I checked my phone and opened to Fouad's chat and noticed that he already messaged me.

"Good morning beautiful" he said.

"Good morning<3" I replied.

"How's my princess doing?" he asked.

So as you can see, he likes to flirt with me and make me feel special, I started to be sweet to him back because I assume I've known him long enough.

"I'm okay, how are you doing? x" I asked back.

"How can one talk to you and not be fine?" my cheeks turned red once I read the words he wrote to me.

"Ahaha :$" I replied shyly.

"So, what are you up to?" I love the way he keeps the conversation going.

"Not much really, just on my way to grab breakfast with my friends" I answered, "you?"

"Be careful okay? Ahh.. I'm just at my uncle's house"

After he wrote that, I was forced to put my phone away by Malak and just eat what was on my plate which was crepe with chocolate and a blueberry muffin, it was amazing how fast we arrived. I lost track of time while talking to Fouad..

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My father called me and said the driver was waiting for me outside, so i left Munya's house and thanked her for the amazing time and entered our navy, blue car.

On my way home, I took out my phone to answer Fouad back.

"Sorry I answered late, I was sort of busy xx"

In a matter of seconds, my phone vibrated.

"Hahaha no worries, who can be mad at you?"

I love the way he treats me, the way he writes to me. His use in words is so exquisite. I smile whenever he talks to me, I smile whenever he complements me, I shouldn't be feeling this right now, considering I never even met him, but I think my feelings towards Fouad is different than my feelings towards any accustomed 'guy' friend.

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