BEST FRIENDS

Chapter5

Yesmeen
As I stormed into my room, frustration simmered within me. That infuriating guy still lingered in my thoughts, making it impossible to think straight. His presence is suffocating, and I couldn't shake off the annoyance. To make matters worse, Yusrah and Ameera sat idly by, witnessing my distress. I couldn't bluntly tell them the truth - that I loathed Yusrah's brother and couldn't bear the sight of him.

Two thoughts consumed me: devising a plan to get his car and finding a way to get them out of my apartment so I wouldn't have to endure his presence again. But then, Yusrah reached out and grasped my hand, her touch calming. "Hey, Yesmeen, take it easy. You don't need to get another car for him. I know my brother; he's just joking around," she said reassuringly, trying to soothe my frazzled nerves.

Ameera chimed in, sounding worried. "Yeah, I can talk to him if you want. Maybe he doesn't realize how much it's bothering you."

"No, please. Do you think I'm that naive? Your brother isn't a nice person," I muttered, biting my fingers in frustration.

"He's actually a nice guy. Maybe if you two get to know each other better, you'll understand," Ameera said, trying to convince me.

I twisted my lips in disbelief. "Understand? Yeah, right. I highly doubt that."

"Alright, calm down," Ameera said, pulling a chair from the dressing mirror and gesturing for me to sit. She signaled something to Yussy.

"As much as I hate to admit it, there's something about that monster's voice that always gets my heart racing. It's like I have this weird reaction whenever he's around,"

Ameera please call Muhammad, yussy says, he didn't deserve to be called by that name. He hasn't inherited the qualities that the name Muhammad represents.

"Hey, Muhammad, it's about my friend," Ameera said, biting her lip softly.

"What about her?" he questioned.

"Please, it's about what happened today. She's really sorry," Ameera pleaded, but I couldn't let her finish her sentence. I placed my hand over her mouth, feeling overwhelmed.

"I never asked you to apologize on my behalf! I can't believe you did that," I exclaimed, tears welling up in my eyes. "Now he's going to say that I can't even afford to buy a car."

"Don't worry, I'll never say that. I'll just handle it," Muhammad assured me.

"As what?" I snapped. "Just shut up, okay? I'll get you your car, today."

"Okay," he replied, hanging up the call. I glared at the phone, feeling a mix of emotions. Should I call my dad?

"No, wait. Let me call my father and tell him that Muhammad's car got damaged, so we need to get another one. No one will know, please, Yesmeen," yussy pleaded.

"Even if it's not exactly like his car, we'll try our best, Yesmeen. Please," she added.

I hesitated for a moment, conflicted. "No, no, no. Let me call my dad."

"Please, Yesmeen. Didn't you consider us as friends?" Ameera asked.

"I do, but..." I started to say, but Ameera interrupted me.

"Please, please, please," she begged.

"Okay," I finally agreed.

Within less than an hour, we have everything in place. They instructed me to go to his apartment alone and provided the address. As I sat in the car, which uncannily resembled his, I knocked on the apartment door. I am certain it is his. When the door finally opened, our eyes locked, and time seemed to freeze.