The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

I Like You As A Friend

Clothes Annie wears but that is NOT Annie

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I wear a quick crop topped dandelion  shirt, and tuck it into my matching maxi skirt. Topping it off with black flats and a pretty hijab, I do my makeup.

I swipe on some simple yet glowy makeup, like matte nude lipstick, a nude eyeshadow look with some shimmery white in it based off my outfit, and a ton of highlighting products because today's look will be glowy and dewy.

I grab my black purse to top it off, and then I wait at my door as the doorbell rings and I'm thankful, because here Aleena Bhabi was teasing me. . a lot. I assure her I'll text her the location once I get there, and she smiles, everyone screaming their Salams and Anas running around like a madman.

I say my salams back to my family, and get inside the car, closing the door. Amir looks at me and inhales the scent of my perfume.

     "I like your sense of style, perfumes included." Amir grins, and I blush as he starts driving. The air conditioning blasts through the car. I cannot believe he is even speaking to me, but I play along.

      "So where are you taking me? Which mall, I mean." I ask him.

"That. . Is a surprise." He looks at the road again and then his hand quivers at the radios direction but stays back firm on the wheel. I don't know how and why he's in such a cheery mood, but I'm taking full on advantage of it. He's never been this happy to see me.

"So, listen. I'm sorry about not showing up. It was a dick move. Can we just start off fresh?I know you and I both don't want to get into this relationship. Me, especially. But we're being forced by our circumstances. So I'd like to be friends at least." He explains to me, turning to look at me as he finishes parking. We're here already? I don't even realize where he's brought me because he's parked in a way that I can't see the name of the mall.

"I know. And you're right. We can at least try to tolerate each other, to become friends, to get to know each other better." I agree with him. I know it's not gonna be the same. I know no girl would want to be just friends with her fiancé. But this is a different case. This case isn't normal. It's Amir Khan. He's a bipolar man with a short temper. And he's made it clear he doesn't want to marry me, but has to. I'm not sure what's going to happen in the future about that, but for now, I just want to live in the moment and cherish the fact that he can actually stand me and be in my presence right now.

"Yeah. Anyway, we're here." He motions for me to get out of the car, and so I do. I'm faced with our city's most expensive and prestigious mall.

"Wow. I don't know if I have enough money for this place." I admit, looking at him.

"It's okay. It's on me."

"Listen, I think that it's kind of you for wanting to pay for my stuff, but I'm really not used to being dependant on others, especially financially." I inform him, because it's true. Sure, I live in my house for free, but I am always involved by cleaning it, helping pay bills with spare money, and just by doing anything I can, and that's my own house. I shouldn't even be doing those things, but I want to. So I guess that shows how independent I really am.

"Oh, so you're the independent type." He nods his head slowly, taking in this new information. "Well, how about this. I know you don't want to be dependant on me, but take this shopping trip as a way of me apologizing. Take these things as gifts. Accepting gifts doesn't make you dependant on someone, it just makes you a good person." He shrugs, realizing he has won me over with his words. Damn. So he's sexy and manipulative. That's one hell of a combination.