The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Caught

Finishing my fruit salad, I look outside and then decide to drive to Nofrils and get some groceries for my family, because we are running out already despite the fact that Bhai legit just went the other day. What can I say? When nine people live in one house, it's hard to keep supplies.

"I'll be back soon, Umma!" I call into the house and hear my mother's faint reply, greeting me goodbye. I grab the car keys as they jingle in my hands freely and I pull on my white&black adidas sneakers and head out the front door. I grin at my baby boo, aka the Lambo our family owns thanks to Amir. I love it to death, and it's like my own car because Amir gifted it to me. The older Toyota is now all Bhai's.

"Hellooo, Bianca. How you doing today, my love?" I greet my car. I know I probably seem like those rich men who have names for their female cars and take knives out when someone dares to touch them, but I can't help it. Bianca's my baby boo and has been with me through tough times, believe it or not. By tough times I mean legit the past few drama-filled weeks. Finally, things have started to simmer down along with Amir's anger. Or I hope they have, cause I haven't talked to him properly recently.

I say my duas for a journey in the car and with a Bismillah over my shoulder, I start the ignition and drive off to the nearby NoFrills that my family and I adore. As I wait on the stop sign, my eyes travel down to the extremely shiny ring on my finger, glittering under the heat of the sun.

       Again, you must be confused. I didn't really mention it because I was in shock myself, but along with the Lambo, I received an engagement ring from my in laws recently and not when we actually had that dinner long ago that confirmed our marriage, because all that was in such a blur. And now, in the finger that was empty for the last 20 years, sits a large, glittering diamond ring.

I'm greeted by the familiar plaza in which there is many stores like McDonald's, Pizza Hut and Mr.Sub, as well as some salons and a doctor's clinic.

I get out of the car, smoothing down my outfit for the day. It consists of a casual sweatshirt that reaches up till my knees and jeans. Yeah, it sounds bad, but these long shirts are super trendy right now and I always stick to fashion, and my hijab doesn't stop me. I'm also wearing a matching grey scarf and I look pretty cute to be honest. I like my outfit.

Over the course of the years, I've found out that dressing modestly doesn't mean you can't keep up with the latest fashions and trends. You just be more careful about it, and you'll see, it'll always work out.

I smile to myself and head inside the grocery store, instantly happy with the nice temperature that suits me best. I grab some apples, bananas, oranges, grapes and some peaches or two, some orange juice, and then head to the bread and bakery section. I fill the cart with some needs like whole wheat bread and some muffins Anas adores.

Usually, Umer Bhai goes and does his separate groceries, but I always try to add in what I can with what umma and baba pay for. Plus, Anas will be delighted seeing these. I also grab some cereal and milk down the other aisles, some crackers for tea that umma loves and some pasta baba eats. Finally, after some dairy items and a couple of assorted packets of Ruffles and Lays, I head toward the line and stand there.

After I'm done paying for everything and I've loaded everything in the car, I can breathe a sigh of relief as I let Drake's voice fill my car, in the background on low volume as I sit in the sort of empty marking lot. It's quite early, around eight to be exact, resulting in the parking lot being quite deserted.

It's a peaceful day. The birds are awake, chirping in the distance. The sky is painted a beautiful shade of blue, and the white, fluffy clouds speckled around it just make me want to stare at it all day. I lie back in my seat, watching the clouds move slowly.

Everything is silent for a couple of minutes. It's just a girl in her beloved car, lying back on her seat, enjoying the silence of the morning. It's peaceful. Here, there's no Amir. There's no Umer. There's no Hani. There are no worries. For a split second, I forget everything. For a split second, I can be a normal young girl.

But then I remember what happened last night and sigh. I know Amir is probably not as mad as before right now, and things have settled for the better with Umer, but for some reason, every time I remember Amir's pained face and dark, ocean coloured eyes, it hurts me. It hurts me to remember him looking like that. As if he was in pain.

He clearly wasn't, though, because why would he care who I held hands with or not? He was just mad at me for being a hypocrite about the whole situation, and I can totally understand why. I just hope we're okay now.

I shake my head, trying to snap out of it. Why am I thinking about him so much? Why do I want us to be okay again? God, I think I'm so used to his presence that him being mad at me is actually causing me to. . Miss him?!

Ew, no.

I shake these thoughts off as I pull out of the parking lot. But as much as I deny it, a tiny part in my brain knows that it's true.

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Umma comes into the room with a serious expression looming at her face. I quickly back away, my brush tangling in my hair. It's after dinner, now, and she never comes in my room looking this serious unless she's angry or something.

"Sorry!! I left my clothes on the chair right! Uh I'll pick it up in a second ma. Please don't take my phone away... " I grumble. She always takes it away when I leave my clothes on my huge wheely chair by my desk, and don't pick them up, and despite my age, I do leave them there sometimes.

"No no beta, stay, I'm not a monster I won't eat you or take your device away. Calm down. I need to talk to you." She laughs then her face turns serious, back to how it was as she inches closer to me and sits on my bed reluctantly.

Suddenly, I know what's coming.

"Oh, umma!" I desperately cry, shaking my head and covering my face. "Please, don't start about wedding night and kids. I've had enough already." I shake my head again, disgusted. It's so awkward with Umma, and I hate it. Umma and I never really had a strict mother and daughter relationship. We were always more like friends, and talked a lot and gave each other cooking and makeup tips. But when it came to certain things like keeping organized and doing well in studies, she was all up on me. That's when I really felt like she was my mother. I also really feel like she's my mother when she talks about marriages and kids and how to keep a grasp on your husband and how to please him right.

      That just gets me gagging.

Something changes in her face. A twitch of an annoyed look comes. "No, Annie. Not that this time." She breathes through her nose and back, and now I really start to wonder what the heck is going on.

"Umma, speak to me. What's wrong?" I look at her worried face. She closes her eyes and breaths heavily before opening them again.

"Annie, I'm here to talk to you about what happened yesterday. I saw it all." Umma says, and I wish she hadn't right away.

     Oh, crap.

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