A/N
Yo people! Double update! This chapter is dedicated to ayshae___ this person is trouble y'all. Stay away! For your sanity and mine and probably everybody's. Enjoy!!!
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Its been two weeks since I met Hammad. Its not like I was counting or anything, I just remember. Naturally, without counting. What is your business sef?
I have a bad cold. My nose was congested, my chest hurt when I cough and my throat was sore. You don't even want to hear my voice. I've been in bed since morning, much against my mum's wish.
"Its just a cold Samy, you're not dying. At least take your bath"
I really wanted to cry. I felt like I've been run over by a bus. My head was pounding, probably cracking my skull. I lazily dragged my self off the bed and made my way to the bathroom. And guess what? My freaking period! Then I began to cry. I sat on the floor and cried till I was sated.
Turning the shower on full blast, I let the hot water rain on me. Head to toes. The water was soothing my aching muscles and making my nose run. I want pepper soup.
When I came out, it felt like ten degrees below zero so I up aced for the bed and got under the comforter. The warmth from my shower and that of the duvet was a nice combo. I nice combo of warmy warminess.
I hate wearing clothes, I really do. They suck. I can't wait to go to heaven so i can dilly dally in my birthday suit. I cringed and laughed at the image.
I pulled on a navy blue sweatshirt and wore a pair of black leggings and green socks. Thigh high i tell you, on top of the leggings. I have no energy to care. Long story short, I look like a hobo.
I dragged myself to the kitchen, remembering that my last meal was the previous afternoon.
There was nothing that said "remedy for cold" so I settled for a cup of tea. Green tea to be exact. I love it even though it gives your teeth a horrible color after some time. I padded back to the room with green tea and a pack of gummy bears on a tray.
'Oh I have a phone!'
I took it from the table and turned it on. twenty percent. Wonderful.
There is this type of depression you get when your phone's not charged or when it's at a percentage you don't like. Mine for instance, I hate it when my phone is at 99% like you have just one percent left! Or 89, lord have mercy. I hate 89% more than I hate coconuts.
Being me, I turned on mobile data while the phone charged and messages started flooding in. From everyone. Mostly groups. School, prom etc. Did I ever tell you I can't wait for prom? Okay I can't wait!
*Founder's favorite 57 messages*
I'm beginning to think he's a maniac and i have gotten myself into trouble. I read his messages.
*Where are you..
*Come online...
*Babe... Etcetera. So we are on 'babe' basis now, okay.
One of the messages caught my eye.
*I'm coming over* And it was sent over an hour ago!
S : to where exactly?
Maybe he was messing with me. My message was not read or replied so I stood to take my tea mug to the kitchen, feeling slightly better. I was one my way back when the cramps hit. Shit. I hurriedly went to the room and lay down. The cramps now full force. I began crying again. It hurts so bad. What will child birth be like? I read somewhere that it was like passing a watermelon through a keyhole. UN freaking IMAGINABLE!
