Pretty Isn't Her Name [ABANDONED]

11| Selfies & Counters

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"Get ready, my family's about to arrive." Ammar sprawled unto the couch adjacent Janan, his demeanor nonchalant.

Janan, who was done taking off her pinned-up hijab, lifted her head to deliver Ammar a pleading look. "But I just got back from school!" She whined, throwing her hands in the air, feeling exasperated.

Ammar gave her a look saying she obviously couldn't talk her way out of this. After a lot of back-and-forth arguments thrown between the two, they reached an agreement where Janan would behave throughout the day, should Ammar buy her favorite pack of chocolates later on.

"Fine, it's a deal. I'll go get ready. Pardon me," Her words came out sarcastically as she grabbed her discarded things and ascended the stairs.

After Janan was done with her make-up, she adorned a simple white T-shirt, beige high-waisted pants that matched the floral kimono she draped over her shoulders, her matching veil, and her jewelry. Pleased with the way the mirror winked back at her fashion sense, she descended the stairs. Her Just Oud boulevard edition left a lingering pleasant smell behind her as a trail.

The hallway was empty and so was the living room. She was a bit confused about it but decided to leave it and head to the kitchen. She took notice that Ammar was late. She smirked,

'Who knew Ammar is such a lady when it came to dressing late?' Janan pressed her fingers on her matte lips to suppress her giggles. Reaching for an apple from the fruit basket, she didn't miss the red hue of Ammar's phone case.

'Oh, my Allah.' The apple was quickly forgotten as she stretched her hand and grabbed his phone instead.

'Oh Ammar, how stupid are you to leave your phone out in the wild...?' Her eyes darted out in search for Ammar's presence. When she couldn't sense his proximity, she silently prayed it was unlocked and so, her wish was granted.

'Okay, very stupid I see.'

She immediately when to Snapchat and picked a filter to snap multiple selfies. She even had the audacity to send his streaks in his stead. She proceeded to check his Instagram and Twitter accounts, slyly entering his direct messages then going out quickly. Oh, she's a bad girl, Jana thought as she cackled quietly.

She was about to keep the phone back on top of the counter when she saw a particular notification caught her eye. Curiosity was eating her inside and even though she kept saying 'It killed the cat', it seemed like her hands had a mind of their own. Daringly, she opened his chats.

'Farida. Layla. Na'eema. Luftiya. Hala. Noor... Hya!' Janan couldn't believe just how many women he interacted with. She glared down at his phone and decided it was too much of a job to count them all. So, she tapped the 'new chat' icon.