Good reflection✔️

€hapter 13

Next day:

"Remember that acting audition I told u about?" Alisa asked me. We were now in lunch as usual, just eating and talking about random stuff.

"Yeah," I said.

"I got the lead." She clapped her hand and squealed.

"Oh my god! Alisa, I'm so proud of you." I smiled and rubbed her arm. I'm seriously so proud of her. She's been working so hard to get the lead and she finally got it.

"Thank you." She smiled, while still jumping from excitement.

At that moment we saw Rasheed, Noah and the other guys walking out of the cafeteria.

Me and Rasheed made eye contact but I immediately moved my gaze away when we made eye contact.

"Are u still sad about the Rasheed thing?" Alisa asked. She maybe realized I was looking towards him.

"No," I lied shaking my head. "One way or another, I need to stay away from him. I'm gonna get in serious trouble if my dad knew about what happened." I shrugged. It's true my dad is going to burry me alive if he ever finds out.

Alisa just nodded her head and shrugged.

"Imma head to the bathrooms, quickly." Alisa got up and picked up her bag. I nodded and she left. I took out my phone and started scrolling through social media.

"Reema?" I heard somebody call after a couple of minutes of me on my phone. I turned my head to see the person and I immediately turned my head back to my phone again not wanting to talk to him. "U mad at me?" He asked.

"Why would I be?" I shrugged. "There's nothing that happened that could make me get mad."

"Reema I know your mad." He said.

I locked my phone and stood up In front of him with my jaw clenched. "Doesn't mean just because u rejected me I'm supposed to be mad," I said angrily. "Are u trying to say that your to die for?"

"That's not what I was trying to say," he sighted frustratingly.

"Then I'm not mad," i rolled my eyes. I grabbed my bag and was about leave when he grabbed my arm.

"Reema, betrajaky ma t3maly hek ( Reema, please don't do this)" he pleaded.

"Khaleena netsaraf ka2n wala 3omrnah etkabalnah (lets pretend like we never even met)" I said. "Rayeh aslan atmashkal eda aboya 3ref shu sar ( I'm going to get in trouble if my dad found out what happened.)" I said, jerking my arm away from his grip.

"Reema, batrajaky. (Reema, Please.)" he said.

"Rasheed, khalas (that's it)" I almost snapped. I turned around immediately and left to the bathrooms, so I could meet Alisa there.

Rasheed's pov

I swear I like her too. I like her so much. I never thought I would like an Arab girl ever but everything changed after her.

But she does not want to know what's going on in my life. I'm not going to let her live in that shit. She deserves better.

I opened my house door and entered. My mom was sitting on the couch with a newspaper in her hand. She rolled her eyes and threw the newspaper on the ground when she saw me.

She grabbed what seemed like a piece of clothe from next to her and threw it at me.

"Shu had? (what's this?)" she asked angrily, placing a hand on her hip. I opened the piece of clothe and rolled my eyes.

"Enty shu rayek? (what do u think?)" I raised a brow. It was a girls panties by the way.

"I'm sick of you!" She almost shouted. "We shouldn't have ever stayed in America. Me and your father were supposed to raise u back in Palestine!" She shouted.

"Yeah, what ever." I rolled my eyes and walked away towards the stairs.

"Your the shame of this family Rasheed! Allah laysamhak! (I hope god never forgives you)" she shouted back.

I closed my door room shut and took off my shirt throwing it carelessly on the floor. I walked towards my closet and took out to packet of weed I was hiding.

I took one out and started smoking, thinking repeatedly of Reema. This is why she does not deserve me.

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