I just ordered two books for £14. I don't care, and when I saw the price, I think I forgot that money even existed. It was like I didn't see the number, and thought it was free.
Books should be free.
Because they are my life.
No arguments.
I'm kinda pissed at myself because I only went one day avoiding Jonas, and then the day I had to be a doctor, it all seemed to go out of the window. It's like all of those feelings came rushing back in.
In fact, I don't think they ever left.
They didn't.
Partly because it had only been like two days, and during those two days, he never once left my mind.
Crazy right?
I walk through the clothing racks, trying to spot something suitable for a birthday party. Lily's birthday was coming up, and she was hosting a party with her friends from school, and some of her friends from outside of school. I wanted to dress nice, because usually I just wear clothes that I'v worn before, and I feel like switching it up a bit.
Plus I think I deserve a new outfit.
Plus I want to look like a hot, sexy but modest, hijabi momma.
It's been a week since I saw Jonas last, and that was when he stumbled into the Cafe looking like a hot zombie.
I think something's wrong with me. I keep saying random shit, and my head doesn't even bother to contradict me.
Oh well.
I continue to rifle through the clothes, and instantly smile when I see the perfect dress. Well as perfect as it can get when I'm wearing it.
I walk over to the changing rooms and enter an empty stall, hanging up my bag as I start to take my old clothes off.
I slip on the dress and turn to look at myself in the mirror.
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I fucking love it. I think I'm going to pair it with my Doc's instead of Air force, because frankly, I don't like Air Force 1's. I feel like everyone has them, especially the white ones, and even though they may look okay with some outfits, they're not my type.
I start to change back into my old clothes, hanging up my new dress as I adjust my hijab on my head that got a bit ruffled.
I make my way out of the changing rooms and walk over to the till, double checking that I have everything, before paying and leaving the shop.
I never usually find such good things in shops anymore, specifically because I have a more refined taste, and a lot of stuff isn't as modest as I would like.
I have a white long sleeve shirt at home that I can wear underneath the dress, so I don't need to buy that.
What can I say, I'm a prepared woman.
Jonas
"You're coming for fuck's sake. You know it's rude to decline an invitation, unless there's a very, very, very good reason why you can't come, and by the looks of it, you don't have a good reason." Lily says, giving me a stern look as I sit on the sofa in my living room. I still have a bruise on my jaw and there's a fresh scar on my head from where I cut it. The graze on my stomach has mostly healed too, but I have slight bags under my eyes.
I havn't been sleeping lately, and on top of that, basketball practice has been tiring, adding onto my exhaustion like a bitch.
"How do you know I'm not busy?" I replied, raising my eyebrows in question, not phased by her glare.
Actually, maybe she does scare me a bit.
"I just fucking know. I don't care what you say, you're coming." She says stubbornly, crossing her arms.
I sigh out and rest my head on the back of the sofa, closing my eyes.
"Why do you want me to come so badly anyway? It's not like we're best friends." I say. The only way we really know each other is because of her brother being my basketball coach, so I guess that does kind of make us close. Somewhat anyway. But not a lot.
She raises her eyebrows in a menacing way, and I frown at the look she gives me. "You know who'll be there?" She asks, a small, knowing smirk on her face.
Confusion laces my features as I furrow my eyebrows, gesturing for her to tell me.
"Eliza."
I pause, and look up at her, a blank look on my face. I don't say anything for a while, and I don't even bother denying that the only reason I would go to this silly party is because of her.
"Fine, okay, I'll come. Are you happy now?" I say, defeated.
"Very. Oh, and make sure you you look good, but in a casual way, because everyone's dressing nicely, obviously." She instructs me as she begins to walk out the front door, closing it behind her.
I close my eyes and turn my body so I'm lying horizontally on the sofa.
I just hope I don't regret accepting, because I don't want Eliza to pretend I'm not even there, and then me go out and get into a fight again.
If it's any consolation though, I didn't start the fight. The guy was pissed as hell and just swung one at me. I didn't bother refraining. I needed to let my anger out anyway.
I think back to the day of the fight, when she had cleaned me up. I was so close to her that I could smell that fucking amazing pomegranate smell of hers, and the feel of her fingers on my hair made me feel so weak. In a good way, of course.
I couldn't resist placing my hand on her thigh when she was that close, sitting on that skimpy wooden coffee table. I was in one mind about just pulling her into my lap, but I know she wouldn't like that.
Plus I would just get horny again, like the fucker I am when I'm around her.
I remember that day in the Cafe when we last had our tutoring session, the day she was ignoring me, and she was reading a book. One that made her very flustered.
I dropped my pen because I had started to get distracted by her. Watching the way her cheeks turned red and she lifted the book up higher so she could hide it. I had bent down to get my pen that had rolled underneath the table, and I saw her clenching her thighs together. It made me so hard, like I'd never been before, and I'm not even ashamed of it anymore, because she finally knows what she does to me.
All I want to do is recreate those book scenarios she's always reading.
I rub my eyes, and turn over on my side staring at the ground below me.
I just want to see her again, and that's why I'm going to that stupid party.
That's all I'm thinking about as I drift off to sleep.
So that book story is true. I did buy two books today that were in fact fourteen quid, but I'm so excited to read them. They're a book set by Lauren Asher : The fine print and Terms and Conditions.
