Recovery {wRoNg sequel}

12

I climbed out of Grayson's car and gave him a little wave before jogging into my house. He offered to give me a life since I was already 3 hours late, but my aunt was always chill.

I was smiling to myself when I entered the house.

"What are you so happy about?" My aunt asked eating grapes while feeding small bits to baby Yasmine.

"Nothing, just thinking about a joke I said yesterday." I told her and she laughed.

"You are one strange kid." She said as I went up to my room and threw myself on my bed, oh how I missed it.

My phone buzzed and I checked it, excitement rising in my stomach hoping it was Ethan. I was hit with disappointment when I saw it wasn't him, but instead it was Mohamed.

Mohamed:
Hey I didn't get a chance to talk to you all day, but I'll make it up to you. Take care, I love you.

I love you?

I blinked a couple times making sure I read it write. It really said that. All I could think was WTF. I don't even know this guy. We've only been talking for 2 weeks or more.

I did what any girl what do in this situation, which was screenshot and send to her best friend. I sent it to Sandra and waited patiently.

While I waited i thought about what happened today and began grinning again. Never thought a boy could have me like this again.

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I rushed out of the house balancing my bag on one shoulder and slipping on my cardigan on the other. I was late as usual because I fell asleep while I waited for Sandra to reply and forgot to set my alarm.

I made it only 5 minutes late and slouched into my seat. Mohamed was sat beside me and looked at my throughout the lecture, but I made sure I didn't look at him.

When it finally came to an end, I could see him waiting for me at the exit. I cursed under my breath and walked out and he trailed after me.

"How are you?" He asked.

"I'm good." I said and then I realised I had to ask. I pulled a face and turned back.

"That text you sent me last night." I started.

"What about it? Oh you mean the one that you left me on read." He said smiling fakely.

"Sorry about that I kinda fell asleep ,which explains why I'm so late, but that's not why I'm asking. You said I love you."

"and?" He shrugged.

"and! Did you mean it or was it just a casual 'love you'" I was getting kinda annoyed.

"I meant it."

"You don't love me. You've only known me for what, 2,3 weeks."

"Actually I've known you since the start of the year." He sat on the bench. "You just didn't pay attention to anyone around you or even bother learning peoples names."

"Okay first, I do bother learning peoples names if I want to and second, all you saw was what I wanted you to see, which was nothing. You can't possibly love me, that's literally fucking insane." I said sounding harsh towards the end.

"Don't swear!" He sounded angry.

"I can say what ever the fuck I want to." I rolled my eyes. "The bottom line is, I don't feel the same way. That's what I'm telling and your a nice guy, we can still be friends but that's it."

"I respect that." He nodded. "I didn't expect you to say it back straight away." He walked out of the building.

"I'm never gonna say it back!" I raised my voice, but he was already gone.

What the fuck didn't this guy understand. I made it clear that I wasn't into him, but it looked like he seems unbothered, like he knew something I didn't.

I shrugged off the feeling and dialled Sandra's number to yell at her for not answering me last night and to tell her what happened.

Just before I could do that she emerged from the toilets nearby.

"Bitch!" I yelled at her waving and she caught sight of me.

"Oh there you are!" She jogged towards me and I gave her a dirty look.

"Sorry, I promise I wasn't ignoring you. See what happened was... I kinda dropped my phone in the toilet." She said shuffling from one foot to another.

"You did what!" I choked out laughing. "How?"

"I was doing my makeup and then I saw your text and it slipped out of my hand and into the toilet." She said doing the hand motions.

"My poor baby." I said pulling into a hug.

"This isn't funny!"

"This is so funny. Listen, I have shit to tell you so take a seat." I instructed her.

"Bitch, I am ready for this." She said excitedly.

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"I can't." Sandra simply said pulling me in for a tight hug. "I waited so long for this."

It was bright outside, the sun bring out the highlight on Sandra cheekbones and nose. I had just told her about the events that went down yesterday and she began to fake cry with happiness.

"What do you mean you've been waiting for so long? It's not like we ever imagined I'd see him again." I took a bite out of my sandwich.

"I don't know, deep down I always knew what you and Ethan had was stronger than distance and people." She said, the smile not leaving her face.

"So?" She nudged me.

"What?"

"3 hours, in an elevator, with shirtless Ethan." She said each part agonisingly slow trying to forward her question.

"You think something happened?" I raised me eyebrow.

"Well, if nothing did then I haven't raised you right." She laughed. I blushed slightly remember the way he kissed me and the way his hands felt against my cheeks.

"Okay, just a lil peak. That's all." I said and that send Sandra squealing.

"Oh My God! Bitch!" I tried to shush down her screams.

"I stopped him though, when he wanted more. I couldn't bring myself to doing anything else. Time may have passed and I may not be as strict as I am." I looked down at my food. "But I am still Muslim. I will follow the rules as best as I can. This still doesn't change the fact that, I am Muslim and he's not. I'm still not gonna be able to give him what he wants and this is a clear example."

I felt as thought my spirit was crushed by my own words. Nothing had changed except for the fact that I was a little out of my shell and comfort zone. I still wasn't enough for him.

"Malika?" Sandra said making me raise my head. "Has he said your not enough?"

"Of course not." I narrowed my eyebrows.

"Has he said he wants better than you or made you feel insignificant in anyway?"

"Well, no-"

"Then stop assuming you are not enough." She cut me off. "After all this time, all those years and he could've chosen someone else. He could've had a girlfriend by now or someone who he can fuck around with, but no. He didn't want anyone but you. If you can't see that that boy loves so much, then honey you're blinder than my grandma without glasses."

I stared at her and then again at my food. She was right. I had to stop torturing myself with these thoughts.

"You're right." I grabbed her and pulled her in for a tight embrace. "What would I do without you?"