As we entered the ice cream place, eyes where on us. More like on Hammad. Girls were eye balling him but pretending they aren't seeing him. I've been there sis, I'm familiar with the game.
Clearly used to the attention, Hammad took off his ray bans and smiled. Lord have mercy. Why was this guy talking to me? He was clearly out of my league! I can't help but think its a cruel prank.
"I'm bad for your image" I said loud enough for only him to hear.
"What?" He asked turning to look at me.
"Nothing" I muttered.
"I dare you say that again"
"No"
"That's what I thought. Stay" I rolled my eyes at his bossy attitude and sat on the couch. I watched his biceps flex as he gesticulated, ordering our ice creams at the counter. Wait, I hope I'm not paying for my ice cream? He can't do that to me right? To his reputation. This is where we met i realized. It made me smile instinctively.
*ring*
it was my mum. I told her about the tests and that I'll be at our old neighbors until the results were ready since their house was closer to the hospital. I feel so bad for lying right now but also scared for my life. You know fate can be cruel. It can send someone i know in here right now and my life will just be over. I shuddered at the thought.
"what is she thinking about so hard?" Hammad asked settling next to me with cups in both hands.
"Life"
"Please don't even start, you're sixteen, not sixty" he said crunching up his face. I laughed. He's so dumb sometimes.
"You're supposed to be the one thinking about life oo but here you are stopping me instead of encouraging me. You're so irresponsible smh"
"I try. Responsibility is boring" I laughed again.
I opened my ice cream, sighing in appreciation and Hammad laughed at me. He got founder's favorite again! How can I take the same thing twice when I haven't tried all the choices yet? He's so boring.
He dripped ice cream on his kaftan. The beautiful beautiful kaftan and he didn't get napkins. I stood up to get it since he got the ice cream. He wiped it off but still hand ice cream on the side of his face. What is he 3?! I pointed and pointed until I was frustrated. He still didn't get it! I subconsciously snatched the napkin from his hand and wiped away the damn ice cream. He sat there smirking like an idiot. This was his plan all along wasn't it?
I scowled at him. He's so annoying.
"Grow up"
He just laughed at me. I ignored him and focused on the love of my life. My ice cream.
"I look cute when you're pretending to be mad at me. Like a puffer fish" my jaw dropped dramatically and he laughs loudly. He did not just call me a puffer fish. I hit his arm with my fist.
"The puffer fish is a cute one so chill, damn woman, ever heard of 'violence is not the answer?'" I chuckled at his unseriousness.
"So do you have a boyfriend"
Where did that come from? So suddenly
"No, why?" I asked. A dumb question really. The ice cream, the nickname, the endless calls. What I don't get is why he'll hit one me or like me. Me! Of all people. Guys like him don't run around with girls like me. Sign me Adam levine.
"Hey don't zone out, I'm trying to date you here" he said snapping his fingers in front of my face.
"Sorry what did you say?" I asked stupidly.
