Plenty More Fish in The Sea

Chapter 8

Zainab's POV

'Zainab, I'm off to work!' I hear Riyad yell before he slams the door. The sunlight hits my eyes and I groan. I'm so not in the mood to get out of bed. But I get out of bed anyway, since my stomach is growling like a bitch.

I walk into the kitchen and check the fridge for food. It's empty. I check the cupboards for food. There's a packet of dog food. What the hell? We don't even have a dog? Fuck it, I have to go out to buy some food. I grab my coat and put my scarf on, then walk out the door and head for the supermarket.

As I walk into the shop my phone rings: Tooba calling.

'Hola,' I say as I look around for coco pops.

'Bonjour,' she replies and then screams 'Guess what!'

'I have no clue. Just tell me,' I drop the coco pops and a stranger's hand reaches for it at the same time as I do. I look up and see two green eyes staring back at me. Oh my god, it's the strip club guy.

'Zaaiinabb??' I hear Tooba still on the phone.

'I'll call you back,' I say quickly and end the call.

'You look different,' he says to me. Well nah, it's not like my hair's covered or anything.

'Yep.' I reply, pointing at my scarf.

'Sooo, uhh, your coco pops?' He smirks at me like I'm too old for them.

'Yeah, my coco pops.' I take them from him and smile awkwardly. I'm about to say bye and walk away when he asks me if I'm coming again.

'Err, I don't think so...' I say, looking at my feet as I recall what happened yesterday. 'I think it's best I don't go ever again.' He stands there and stares at me.

'Oh, okay. It was fun having you.' He looks around as if he doesn't know what to say. 'Oh, and um, here,' he hands me a small white card and walks away. I read the card:

Adrian Giordano ~ Manager of 'Harder and Faster' Strip Clubs

Mobile: +1-202-555-0177

Oh my god he's the manager!? I don't know how to react to this information. I proceed to the checkout and walk out the shop. Opposite is a café, which I am deciding to go to because I haven't had coffee in 3 days, and I live off coffee. I go and order a latte. I look around for a free table and sit down, getting my phone out.

'Hey,' I look up to see Zerkan smiling at me.

'Oh... hi,' I respond, then I stand up and force a smile at him. Grabbing my latte, I speed walk out the café. Why is my life throwing all the guys I know, at my face? All I wanted was to buy coco pops! In a rush, I start the car and drive home. My phone vibrated. I got a text from an unknown number.

Hmm...

#UnknownNumber#: Why'd you run away? Did I do something wrong??

I immediately know its Zerkan. I mean, I haven't been running away from very many people these days. The only running I've been doing, is running out of food. Wait, how the fuck did he get my number?

Me: Oh hey, Zerkan. And, how'd you get my number???????

Imagine if this wasn't Zerkan. Turns out it is:

Zerkan: I work at the hospital. I have all your details. Literally.

I shiver at the thought of him knowing my mums date of birth. But I can't believe he would use my personal information, just to get my number and text me. Although, thinking about it, it would probably be something I would do too.

Me: And it is totally not illegal, to stalk my info and get my number?

Zerkan: No one has to know 😉

Ookkkayyy..

Me: Um yeah, I'm about to report you.

Zerkan: NOOOOOOOOO

Me: Too late 😊

It's funny how we're talking like friends. Ew, I once used to be his friend. With benefits.