Girl Du`jour (Pt.2)

While heading back to Al Dana's, Amna stopped to pick up some papers from college. They parked, got out of the car and strolled to Amna's class. As they were walking, they noticed the rest of the girls walking towards them.

"Halla walla halla!" Noor shouted.
"Halla feech 7abeebti!" Amna replied.
"Sh3indich jaya el jam3a fil weekend?"
"Nsait awragy fil 9af, ou gilt 5alna inmir 3ala Subway na5ethlana '3ada .. Agool, ta3aly wyana Nooro!"
"5ala9 okay, inte roo7e i5hte awragich ou bintalaga fe Subway .."

Amna held the bottom of her 3abaya and quickly ran, trying not to ruin her Miumiu flats, to her class to get her folders. She walked back, too lazy to walk down the stairs. Pushed the down button for the elevator and waited silently for the aluminum doors to open. *Ding* the sound of the elevator doors, Amna walked in with her head down texting her mother telling her she wasn't coming home for lunch. Without even noticing she took her loose shela off, and fixed her hair into a messy bun knowing no one would see her.

"E7m .."

Amna turned around to realize there was someone in the elevator, standing behind her. Not just anyone, it was 7amad. Her heart stopped and fell right down to her stomach. She felt as though her brain stopped functioning, she didn't know what to do.

"Oh halla 7amad! Mashiftek w ana da5la :S"
"Hahai, a5eeran! I thought you were trying to ignore me .."
"Hehe, no wallah I didn't even notice. So, how are you?"
"I'm okay, could be better. And you? How's el dirasa? Any new boyfriend?"
"I'm good, so is school."
"Boyfriend?"
"7amad, you know me. Ana mb malat hal sowalef el bay5a, I grew up."

Amna hated having a boyfriend. She thought it was stupid and pointless, and that even if she did it wouldn't go anywhere. People denied this, they would talk .. alot! Amna would be the talk of the town, 'cause she was pretty. Weirdo's would tell other weirdo's that Amna was their girlfriend, and ofcourse the corruption of young adults will never come to an end in Do7a, they believe anything anyone says. That's what Amna despised the most. Girls hated her, bcause they envied her. Others obsessed over her, because they wanted to be like her. Boys would dream, because they wanted to be with her. She thought it was pathetic. Although, she didn't care, she knew herself better than anyone else knew her. She knew what she had done wrong in her life, and what she had done right. Amna learned to face reality and live with the ridiculous rumors said about her, and that was the only thing she loathed about Qatar.

"So, shimsawya?" 7amad continued.
"Wala shay, just came to pick up some papers, then I'm gonna' go have some lunch at Subway with the girls."
"Do you still have the same number as before?" He asked.
"Yup .."
"Aaah ok, salmy 3ala the girls!"
"Yo9al .."

They both rushed out the elevator and Amna powerwalked to Subway. Noticing that 7amad stopped and stared at her, watching with a regretful look in his eyes.
Noor and Al Dana noticed Amna in such a hurry ..

"Ishfeech mstana?" Al Dana giggled.
"Oh my god, I saw 7amad. I haven't talked to this guy in 6 months!"
"Well, you're lucky you look hot today .."
"Are you kidding me? I walked into the elevator without noticing he was there, g6ait el shela, EXPOSING MY SHITTY HAIR TO HIM!"
"Hahaha! Calm down, you look fine. Your face is something he can't resist, trust me!"

"Uff, what was he doing here?" Amna thought to herself.

After dropping Al Dana off, she raced home. Exhausted, kissed her mother on her forehead. Too tired to walk up the stairs, regardless, she forced herself up, found her father sitting in his office working.
She closed the door to her room, opened up her Macbook Pro and began working on her extended essay. By now, it was 9:00, Amna was still not finished working. Instead she fell asleep on her couch with Gossip Girl still playing on her widescreen t.v. So much for working ..
Her brother, 3bdullah, walked in to ask her is he could borrow her playstation, but found her half dead on her massive couch. He pulled the extra blanket off her bed, moved her laptop off her lap, saving her extended essay, and quietly covered her with the blanket.

Amna and her brother were always close. Since they were young she could tell him anything. Other than the fact he was much older and was getting married soon, they still cared for each other like bestfriends would. He treated her with respect, and that's what Amna respected most. He was her favourite sibling, not even her two sisters could have the same friendship with Amna as she did with 3abdullah. She had other brothers too, but 3bdullah was different. He kissed her hairline and silently closed the door to her room.
Unfortunatley, her blackberry vibrated just as she was to fall into a deep sleep. She checked to see who was calling and saw number that was so familiar ..