Cursed With Beauty (63)

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Previously:

Khalid: I'm sick, but dare you say a word to Mai.

7amad: A billion years? Too long Salmal. Wait on me.

S3eed: Damn I wish I'd shaved. 
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Khalid: 

I woke up from sleep shivering, cold sweat, and unable to move easily. I got up and went down to the reception and asked for a doctor. I sat on a corner in the lounge with only a concierge over me, I waited what seemed to be forever. 

Concierge: Monsieur, are you okay? 

Me: I.. Don't.. Know..

I said, at battle with my uncontrollable shivering. I continued " Water please."

The concierge shouts. "une bouteille d'eau S'il vous plait"

My heart starts slamming against my chest , I was able to actually hear it. Suddenly, it quickened like a drummer's solo, and I couldn't catch a breath. 

Me: Come on please, just help, please.

But it was too late..

Amal: 

I sat back in Algebra, done with the required lesson. I looked outside the window, to the sky.. I spot a plane on take off.. Damn, I wish I was there.. Somewhere around Khalid, my cheerful, annoying, always right of a brother. Somewhere along my train of thoughts, the bell rang, but I didn't hear it. I realized I was still looking at the window, even though the airplane disappeared. 
Until my thoughts returned from where they've been, I look around to find myself alone in class with Mr.M..

Mr.M: Is everything okay, Amal? 

Me: Yeah! Sorry..

I try to smile, but it disappeared sooner than I wished. 

Mr.M: Sit back Amal, I have some papers to give you. 

He got out of class for a minute or two, and came back Kovu.
I sat properly, I knew I was blushing..

Mr. M just wrote an equation at the top of the white board.

Mr.M: Solve this, you have lunch break to solve it correctly.

As I stood up, I got a call from my father. I held my phone in my hand embarrassed, do I pick up?
He nods..


Me: Dad?

Father: Come home, we're leaving. 

Me: Where to?

Father: Paris, tonight.

He hung up.. Paris!? Tonight? What's going on!

S3eed:

Just Salma, Amal, and I on one table. She told us she's traveling. Paris, but she doesn't know why. Joojoo joins and suddenly, we stop talking. Family business.. 

Me: My father will drive you home, pack your school bag..

Amal nods and leaves silently. I got back to my lunch but Joojoo was still looking at me, waiting for me to talk I guess?

Me: What?

Joojoo: What's going on?

Me: She's going back home.

Joojoo: Is she ok? What happened?

Irritated, I just couldn't.. Her curiosity for new gossip.. 

Me: It's non of our business.. 

Joojoo: But somehow, you know? 

Me: Family business. 

Joojoo: And what am I?

she left her lunch on the table and left.