I’m 3 years younger (19)

2 months later

Bader and I didn’t see each other ever since we came back, due to the fact that his dad caught us almost kissing. I didn’t argue because the day I got back I found a letter for me. I was happy, but when I opened it all my happiness got flushed down the toilet. It was a picture of bader, with a girl. I thought it was from before, but I noticed the shirt. I chose that for him in London. He told me he would go meat a friend the day he wore it. On the back words meant to kill, “don’t mess with my guy bitch.” I didn’t tell him and I’m not planning to.  School is on its way, I need to focus. Two more years and I’ll be done.

Mum: nouf can you come down, bader is here to see you.

I was wearing knee- length jean and a green tank top. My hair was all curled up from my shower.

I clicked on the pause button, like any other girl I watch gossip girl. It’s not really my type of thing but I was dead bored. 

Nouf: hi

He squished me in his arms.

Bader: I missed you

Nouf: I could say the same.

Bader: what’s wrong?

Nouf: why do you say that?

Bader: something is definitely going on.

Nouf: so how’s your friend?

Bader: which one?

Nouf: the one you went to see when we were in London.

Bader: oh, he’s fine.

Nouf: bader, can you give me a minute. I want to show you something.

Bader: okay.

Nouf: I’ll go and get it.

I went up to my room, dug in my drawer, pulled an envelope, and then went down to bader.

Nouf: there you go.

Bader: what’s that?

Nouf: open it. Oh, before you do. I just want to say thank you that was a really nice thing to do.

Bader: I didn’t do anything.

Nouf: no, you did. You are just clueless about the fact that I know.

He slowly took the picture out, and nothing. He kept looking at it. Shocked, may be, regret, don’t care, sorry, it can’t be forgiven

Bader: nouf I ….

Nouf: you know that’s not the worst part, turn it over. 

Bader: nouf I can explain.

Nouf: I don’t need one. I’m not going to say anything to anyone. For the past two weeks I kept thinking why? The best answer I got was I’m not his choice. You can do whatever you want I don’t really care, but I want you to know from now on I only consider you a ticket to med school.

Bader: so you’re just going to use me.

Nouf: I don’t see why, you did. You pretended to get along with what your mother said about getting married to me so she would just let you be. She thinks you would behave; you get me to believe you love me, make me and your mum happy, but what’s missing. Oh yeah you’re happiness, and that you got by being with your girlfriend. 

Bader: that’s not…

Nouf: but of course selfish little bitch wants you to herself and that’s her way of saying it. Don’t forget to say hi to her.