Super Love

Chapter Three

It's been a fortnight since we've moved into the breathtaking home. I think the more I spend in it the more I fall in love with it. I've been trying to concentrate on all the assessments and notes for the subjects I'm doing at school. Since it's my last year and I'm completing my other half of my HSC. I've been honestly stressed because I have a lot at stake. Especially since dad is very strict, he expects me to get ninety and above. Honestly, it's not even about not being able to get a UAC mark of over ninety. My ultimate goal the past year and a half has been to study so I can become a criminal lawyer. Mum literally laughs at me when I tell her I want to be a lawyer, because she thinks no man will want to marry me.

I was sitting in my room and could hear my mum walking up the stairs. She was on the phone because she was talking very loudly. My guess was that she was talking to Nona. My grandmother had been away in her hometown in Greece. After my grandfather had passed away, she wasn't taken it to well. She felt lonely and with her grandchildren having their own lives and mum working for dad. She needed a holiday, well it's been three months and she's still there.

Mum walked into my room, and I glanced down her long bare legs. She was wearing a black skirt and a navy blouse with black platforms. I wished I had inherited mums looks, she was smoking. She had olive skin which I adored because she didn't need to tan. She had emerald green eyes and natural brown hair. I think the only thing that I had inherited was her slimming body. You see I was quiet fair with the typical blonde hair and blue eyes.

Everyone that would ask me what nationality I was would freak out because they couldn't comprehend how my father was Lebanese and my mother was Greek. You see their story of how they meet was totally romantic. But I won't go there now. Especially since I'm seventeen and have yet to find a man to tame me. Jokes! I would hate any guy that would try to even remotely control me.

"Ayana your grandmother wants to speak to you," she said quiet loudly. "Mum relax I'm right next to you, no need for you to scream at me like that," I said as I grabbed the phone from her hand. The conversation with my grandmother didn't last to long, you see I was horrible at speaking Greek. She thinks that by taking in Greek that my brothers and I will pick up the language. I could understand everything but talking in the language forget it.

As a youngster my tayta (grandmother), my fathers mother would look after me while my father and mother would travel. I slowly picked up the Arabic language and could fluently talk and write in it. Surprisingly I took it as a HSC subject and got 98% as an overal mark. Tayta was so happy when I showed her my results, she takes all the credit for it you see. I adored my tayta she was just a beautiful old lady who adores the floor I walked on. Well I give her a reason to because I make more effort than any of her forty three grandchildren. Yes I know what your thinking forty three cousins, but I love it because most of us are pretty close.

I don't get along with my aunties because they don't like mum to much. Just because she's Greek and she can't be as good as good as a Lebanese woman. They also think that mums going to marry me to a Greek tycoon. But dads already drilled it in my head that the only men that would be walking into the door to ask for his daughters hand have to be Muslim.

All the studying was getting to my head especially after mum had a talk to me about how someone saw me out after midnight at a petrol station. I hated it because everyone from both my mothers and fathers side love to talk. If word got around to dad that I was out after curfew I would be grounded. I decided I was going to go for a walk in the new neighbourhood. I needed to let out a little steam.

I put on my tight Lorna Jane skins and a black sports bra with a white singlet. I then put my Nike Airmaxs' and tied my long hair up. "Mum I'm going for a walk I'll be back in an hour," I exclaimed. I didn't wait for her to respond, and closed the front door. I put my earphones in and put the volume on high playing one of my favourite playlists. I then slowly jogged out of the long driveway and into the main Street.

I was walking and enjoying the scenery till I saw a red car fly past me. I shouldn't say car because it wasn't just any red car it was the same red Porsche that the guys the girls and I had met over two weeks ago. At that point my heart started pounding out of my chest because not long after other cars with loud engines drove past beeping and whistling. I was getting scared that they would stop so I walked a little quicker. I didn't really know were I was going but I quickened my pace and headed into the next street. Luckily it was my street, I quickly jogged up into my drive way and headed straight into my room.

As I reached my room, I opened the door and slowly removed my shoes and jumped into my bed. I was so glad that I didn't have anyone harass me, but at the same time I was a little disappointed. I was hoping that I would see the guy that I had seen near the same Porsche I had seen.

"Ayana could you please go pick up your brothers from soccer?" Mum asked with a pleading look. I could tell she was exhausted. I knew she spent most of her nights talking dad on the phone and would wake up early to go to work. Dad was at yet another business meeting in Dubai and left three days ago. He wasn't due to come back till next week. With a smile I said "yes of course, should I buy the boys any food on the way home?" "Could you please, I'm so glad that your old enough to drive to do these things, I'm so tired,"she said.

I got into my car and turned the radio on because there was one thing I hated and that was silence. As I drove to the boys soccer game I could see that there was a white sports Range Rover following my car. I couldn't see you was in the car because they had turned their head lights out.

At the point I could see that I had began shaking. I could hardly see in front of me because I was concentrating on the car that was following me. I dialled my cousin Ahmed's number and let it ring, still looking at the car following me. "Hey Ahmed, there's a car following me and I don't know what to do. Is scaring me," my voice shaky. "What! What do you mean? Were are you?" I could tell he was getting worried. "Wallah there's a white sport Rang up my arse with their headlights off," I replied. "Speed, go past a red light if you have too and make detours. I'm sure some kid on his ps just wants your attention," he said. "Thanks for your help loser, just when I thought you were my favourite cousin you bail when I'm scared shirtless." I hung up before he could even have something smart to say.

I was still wary but listened to what Ahmed said on the phone. I ran the red light and even detoured but no it was still behind me now flashing his lights and beeping for me to pull over. There was no way I was pulling over not now anyway, the soccer field was only minutes away. I tried to ignore the commotion the driver was making.

As I reached the soccer field and parked were people could visibly see my car. I beeped so my brother knew I was here. I looked around to see whether the Range Rover had gone, but it hadn't. It was waiting on the other side of the road. I could see that there was more than two people in the car.

I couldn't stop glancing at the car, so I got out of my car and walked onto the field to find my brothers. Just in case something any of them came out of their car. "Ayana over here," both my brothers yelled out. As I walked towards them I could see the Range Rover drive off.

"Come on, let's go I've been waiting for you in the car for the last half an hour," I lied. I lied because I had never gotten down to pick them up from training before and I didn't want them to worry. For all I knew it could have been some crazy guys telling me that they wanted my number.

As the boys and I got in the car, they begged for some ice cream. "We need to call mum if you want to go get ice cream," I really wasn't really bothered. "Come on Ayana, it's not like you tell mum everything," my brother Zachary said. "Why do you always say that like I have something to hide," I said irritated. "Well sister all the boys on our soccer team drool when they see you, so if they haven't even hit puberty yet what are the guys like your age," Zachary said with a smirk. "Don't tell us you don't have a boyfriend either, because that's a load of shit if you say you don't," my brother Eden said.

At this point I was frustrated, here I was picking them up and this is how they their appreciation. "Wow boys you have me all worked out, I think the police force need you on their team you could teach them a few things or too," I said. That's when I started laughing hysterically because at that point they were both speechless