It's Too Late To Love Me Back

Chapter 6

So.. How did I end up being at a restaurant sitting in front of Younes?

Honestly, I don't like talking so much about my little lack of social craftiness, nor do I love to mention how the people closest to me know of my lack of wits and always take adventage of that, I spent a lifetime of being tricked and teased because I show funny reactions and I fall victim to every freaking joke or trick, while I simply look funny to others.. sometimes jokes go so far and I feel really hurt, like today for instance.

I would have loved it if I were a shrewed person.. I always loved to be the villain in a story more than being the hero, or at least, it would have saved me a lot of trouble if only I had slightly less naivety, but I'm not, my brains are not made for advanced levels of thinking and plotting, so I keep getting tricked all the times.

and the twins easily tricked me into going to the restaurant..

My day started with no plans of leaving the villa, I made another exception today and woke up early this morning because lately I've been enjoying spending my mornings at the garden reading books, I'm probably being influenced by that bride who liked the dew and the freshness of the morning air.

But I barely get to satisfyingly enjoy my reading time when I suddenly receive a phone call from Amine, one of the twins, who is supposed to be at school since it's no longer a weekend, and he tells the confused me that I need to go to a certain restaurant to meet him there because he's in a big trouble and he's planning to elope because he's panicking and can't come back home to face his parents, to add more dramatic effect to his situation, he cuts the call before allowing me to say a single word in reply.

So do I believe this obvious lie?

Of course I do.. I sadly do.

Amine was crying when he called me, he sounded genuinely troubled, and there was no reason for him to lie to me that I could think of at the time, and that was that, I wasted my feelings panicking and feeling terrified that jerk cousin of mine would do something regretful or harmful to himself before I reach him.

While I leave my book open on the chair and start running towards the garage of the villa, all my thoughts are fruitless: I don't remember to contact any other member of the familly, I don't even remember to wear proper clothes not to mention any other matter of more importance. While I run and my heart is on the verge of collapsing I only think that I needed a car and I needed to be driven to that restaurant immediately.

Once I reached the garage, I hurriedly asked the first person working there in sight whether there was any chauffeur available to take me somewhere urgently, while I have a driver's license.. I was too unwell to drive myself.

a car was soon readied for me, and as we quickly headed to the restaurant I mentioned, I was calm and quiet all along the drive despite the mess I was feeling trying to repeatedly call Amine, but his phone was off.

While I was imagining all sorts of crazy scenarios as to what type of trouble Amine was involved in and worried about him, not in a moment did it occur to me to wonder: if he was this deep in sh*t then how did he so leisurely have time to go eat at one of the fanciest restaurants in our city? or at least, I should have asked myself: our family had a lot of capable men and women who had enough influence to move all the right strings, so if my cousin was in serious trouble, why would he seek the help of my highness when all the influence I possessed was in picking what book to read?

In fact, I would have asked those questions if only I didn't hear my cousin crying, those fake sobs I heard were too real to me to just ignore or question, it's sad how I'm constantly tricked simply because I love those jerks so much that my heart breaks for them, all their jokes take advantage of my sincere feelings.