The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Plan A

     "What. . What are you referring to?" I ask, stuttering as I know what she is talking about as I wipe my sweaty hands on my pants slowly and gulp as Umma raises her eyebrows.

    "Don't pretend you don't know what happened." Umma glares at me with her hazel eyes piercing through my soul. I gulp yet again.

    "Umm is anybody home, save me.. This is going to be awkward.." I mutter under my breath.

   "And I saw the way Umer held you. I saw what you did. I saw what Amir did." She tells me. "I was taking a towel out of the linen closet and I saw everything."

     "Umma you know it wasn't my fault.. Or umers. Or Amir's. Uhh God.. I'm taking everyone's side." I stutter, not knowing what to say. I want to support them both, yet myself too. I don't know how to start.

    "Yes, I know Umer was in a daze, he didn't know what he was doing. He apologized afterwards, I'm assuming. Anyway. . . I know how Amir yelled at you and I don't like it. It wasn't his fault at all I know. But we need a plan to get him back, his attention towards you. And you and I need to create a plan." She states. "Look, habibti, You already know how Amir is. A man who always gets what he wants, and since you're not showing the same attraction other girls usually show him, he wants you. This attraction will only last if you keep the spark going. You understand what I'm trying to say? You can't lose control over him."

     I swallow my moms wise words and gasp, hugging her. That makes sense. "We need a plan." I agree. "He's still really angry at me, but a couple of days ago he did mention he was going to see one of his favourite movies at the theatres today." I recall. He was ecstatic. "Maybe I can bring Muna with me? She's more experienced and all."

     "That sounds good to me." Umma thinks her plan through for a second, before finally spilling it out to me. "You have to look extra beautiful today, beta. Don't get out of your limits, but enhance your beauty and stun Amir in a way he's going to remember his whole life. That's the only way you'll get him back for now, I'm afraid, because your relationship isn't as strong yet and is only based off of physical attraction. So this is the way to go."

       I slightly wince at my mother's words, but I know she's right. The only reason why Amir's putting up with me is because one, he's forced, and two, physical attraction. He's not emotionally connected to me at all. He's only attracted to me for the very reason that I still haven't fallen for him yet but every girl does.

        He only wants to make me fall for him. And when he's overcome that challenge and proven himself that, the attraction will die.

       The thought makes me horrified to the core, but I push it away, ignoring it, and smiling at my mother before bouncing into action. She leaves me with an encouraging smile.

       I rack through my closet quickly, until I finally find the perfect dress. It was one I bought with Amir. He loved it. He loved the colour red on me, especially. Said my hazel eyes pop in it. And so that's the one I choose.

      It's not a maxi dress, it's shorter. It reaches till my knees at the most. It's modern, sophisticated and lacy with a layer of plain red cotton underneath. The colour is a mix between maroon and red, and as I pull it on with a bismillah, I realize how gorgeous I look, twirling in front of my dresser mirror.

      He was right. The red colour really sinks in, the dress modestly clinging to my body. The tone of the dress is a contrast with my creamy, light skin and really compliments my eyes.

       I'm in the middle of debating whether I should wear black or white tights when Muna barges into my room, a large shoulder bag in hand, along with Noor. "I'm here! Your life just got better!" Muna calls, setting her bag down as Noor plops onto my bed, occupied with playing with my one and only stuffed teddy bear.