When I approached the car I was met with 2 familiar faces. One was Octavian whose paper-white complexion was stark against his meticulously styled brown hair. His smirk was framed by perfectly crafted veneers. which I believe does not suit his face. And then there he is. Teim the one I thought I got rid of..... every day he would always call Mohammed's phone trying to poach off some money from Mohammed - probably to start a vape business or to participate in sketchy business with that loser friend Ahmed. ugh, I hate them.
''Ayyyy...Mohammeddd'' Octavian says sluggishly whilst leaning on the unwinded window frame of his car.
I'd say he reeks of alcohol but no. that's just his personality. sluggish and rude per usual.
Teim chimes in ''When are you gonna come hang with us its been years bro you kinda just ghosted us''
Mohammed responds with ''Yeah Sorry just been busy with my girl you know but soon soon''
I went hot in the cheeks . ''My girl'' kept repeating in my head it meant a lot but so little at the same time.
Then they both took one look at me without saying anything. speechless.
''What''? I say
Teim responds with ''woah woah woah don't eat me bro calm yourself''
Then his eyes start focusing on the bandage on my forehead.
''what happened to your head''?
Mohammed decided to answer for me ''Just an Accident whilst i was teaching her how to cook it was my fault my fault'' he said smirking ''
''COME ON..COME ON my guy my guy'' Teim says dabbing him up but I knew Mohammed wasn't into it his eyes practically stayed glued to mine that's how I knew he was mine.
I took a deep breath, pushing aside my irritation for the moment. With a composed expression, I opened the car door and slid into the backseat, making sure to keep my distance from both Octavian and Teim. As I settled in, I couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped in a cage with two vultures, their presence looming over me like a dark cloud.
Mohammed then proceeds to slide in too. his intoxicating cologne punching me in the face.
As the car ride began. there was barely any tension inside of the car it felt like they just picked up where they left off. despite Mohammed ghosting them when he left high school to focus on his business he usually described them as Overbearing and negative. I think he knew they were weighing him down i could see it back then too but we were never close enough back then for me to tell him how I truly felt about his friendship with them.
It was only just recently that he decided to pick up a phone and call them. It's because Mohammed is mature like that and he has people like me to tell him when I think he's being manipulated and controlled.
I sighed waiting for this uncomfortable trip to pass. I wasn't really interested in starting a conversation with either of them I mean I was the one who continuously tried to ensure that he wasn't spending too much time with them instead of me.
Then Their voices began to get more distant and soon enough I dozed off.
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Shadows of enmity
Non-Fictiondelves into the tumultuous world of the protagonist, whose seemingly idyllic life is shattered by the sudden arrival of a mysterious letter from her past. As she grapples with the venomous words penned by her old acquaintance, Hafsa, the protagonist...