Deceived; Chapter 23

"I think we should meet! :)"

I was confused because it was absolutely impossible due to our different locations.

"Huh? How? When? What?" I was trying to work this out since it wasn't possible.

"I know that I live in Qatar and all, but just say yes and I'll be there!" he said.

I couldn't think straight, I was disoriented.

I thought I knew him long enough, I deserved to see the man I've been talking to for so long, and whom I loved.

I decided to put that aside and deal with it later.

I sat on my cold bed just staring at the bunch of papers laying around my study desk.

I'm so glad school gave us two weeks off. I could have went to Canada with Fahad and my father, I would have only missed a week of school, why doesn't my father get that?!

Munya and Malak are both leaving the country within these fourteen days.

And the rest of the girls? God knows what they're up to, I am not planning to do much this holiday.

My face was pale for no apparent reason.

I went downstairs trying to avoid my aunt, and entered the kitchen to see what there was to munch on.

It was almost lunch time, which mean my aunt will be gone soon.

I hate having an over protective parent. I don't think a 15 year-old deserves a baby sitter while the maids, cook, and driver are all present.

I'm not a child anymore, I sure can handle major responsibilities! Like, if my father knew I was talking to Fouad 24/7, he would think I'm currently attached and obsessed with him, and then when Fouad breaks my heart, I wouldn't be strong again (which will never happen).

What nonsense! I'm a big girl, I know what's right and what's wrong!

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Two hours later, while I was sitting in bed finishing my meal, I remembered that I left Fouad without a reply.

You know, I've been thinking about it for the past 3 hours.

I think I'll go for it. I mean, I love Fouad, I can't keep on talking to him behind a screen.

I picked up my phone from where I last placed it and replied to him.

"Yes! :)"

In a matter of 5 minutes, my phone buzzed.

"Oh good you're still there! Great! I'll be there on Monday hopefully! Time to book :)"

I can't believe it, I'm gonna see him for real, finally.

*Two days later*

It's official. Today is the day I'm gonna see the boy I've been talking to for months.

His plane is gonna land at noon. We're gonna meet at the mall at around lunch time, we're also gonna grab a bite.

I have an hour and a half left to leave for my boy!

I took a relaxing hot bath, moisturized my soft tan skin, dried my light brown hair, and then grabbed the straightening iron from my cabinet drawer.

I waited for it to warm up, then held it against my dry hair and watched my hair turn from a disheveled mess to a soft, organized look.

By the time I was done, I picked out a cute outfit. I wore a baby yellow back dip maxi dress, which was short for the front and long from the back.

I didn't want to apply any makeup since I didn't need it and since I wanted Fouad to see me for who I am, clear and unique just the way I always am with no makeup added.

I wore simple rings and bracelets, and then wore my black sandals.

I added final touches to my hair, grabbed my phone and was off to mall.

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"Hey Fouad, it's Ghaneya, where are you? I'm sitting by the fountain right beside the entrance, I'm waiting." I spoke into my phone. Fouad's call sent me to voice mail.

I was extremely nervous, fearful, and so anxious!

I looked at the photos Fouad sent me of him, trying to find a guy with his features. Fouad was nowhere to be found. I placed my phone back on the bench, and once again started looking left and right.

As you can see, I'm a very impatient girl. Five minutes later, I peeked into my iPhone to see if Fouad called me back.

Nothing.

Just as I thought he set me up, I heard a voice coming from behind me.

"Ghaneya?"

I looked at where the voice was coming from in shock.

"It's me, Fouad!"