Pearl Chapter 7: Purple Haze

I know your all thinking FINAALYYY!! TOOK HER LONG ENOUGH!!

Sorry again bs walla i just can't tell you enough times how sorry i am and how much i've been busy with uni work! im literally already freaking out and stressing so much about my finals in may, sounds crazy i know but we're being pushed to our limits in uni. I don't know when my next post will be bs walla i'll try not to keep you waiting this long

Extra long post for you guys because you deserve it for being patient with me and not loosing interest in the story

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Enjoyyyy 

Previously:

"Mu shayfa yeny bs shayfa a7ad jdamy wayha fe dam and a huge bruise and im wondering how on earth could something like this happen, i'm kind of worried as well." Zaina continues to slowing clean away the blood that was trailing down his cheek. Yousef though that he was for sure dreaming but this felt so real! "Your early..." The first thing he could think of saying was that. To think he could have come up with something better but no. "Umm.. Yeah Rasha told me you finished your first appointment early and your second appointment cancelled and asked if i could come in earlier, soo here i am..."

   She was so close to him he couldn't think. His might was cloudy and her scent running through his blood was making it even harder for him to try and come up with something nice to say "Its ok i'll clean this up, thanks anyways, you don't have to do this." He couldn't handle being so close to her so he got up and walked to the other side of the room. He hasn't known her for so long but she is pulling him in deep. "Shda3wa maswait shay... you look like your really hurt w 3la 7athek ana 3nde shahadat first aid so i can get this cleaned for you lo tajls eb mkanek shway bs..."

   Zaina had no idea what affect she has on him. She had no idea she had any affect on him what so ever. All Yousef kept thinking about as she walked towards him was we're family Yousef, family, your working together, this isn't right. Zaina reached for his face one more time and slightly stood on her toes to reach him since he wasn't wearing heels. AAAHH screw work and wrong and right, i can't take this anymore..............
Yousef stood there looking down at Zaina. He didn't know how to describe her beauty. It was pure, angelic, sexy, innocent, it was so many different things. He couldn't pick one word that would do her justice. He doesn't know why but he just couldn't stand this close to her and not attempt to say or do anything. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as he locked the end of the strand around his index finger. "Your beauty mesmerizes me, I don't understand the feelings that rush through me whenever I see you. No one has EVER made me feel this way....." and he suddenly moved away, leaving her standing there which the cotton in one hand and the liquid alcohol cleanser in the other. She creased her eyebrows as she looked at him moving away. She didn't know what got into him. What is he trying to imply? Does he actually mean those things? or is he just trying to be nice? Is it the effect of this hit? yeah it must be that, he isn't thinking straight, this isn't him speaking.

   "Hahaha... ok the pain is getting to you brain and your talking giberish..." She walked towards him again to finish of what she started but to her surprise Yousef took a few more steps back, moving away from her. She stood there looking at him, glaring at him, staring into his eyes trying to understand what on earth is going on, why did he all of a sudden flip, whereas he tried his best to avoid her eyes. "Seriously Zaina... i can take care of this on my own im fine, thanks for the help...." He didn't give her a choice right there. It was like he was indirectly asking her to leave or something.... "ummm... ok Yousef, 5ala9 ana batrk ilawrag ili 6albt'hum hna itha b'3ait ayshay tgdar tet9l 3lai aw Rasha tet9l 3lai.. w salamtek ana lazm amshe al7en baba yb'3any arja3 embacher ilyoum..." She tried to make it sound like she has to leave and not that Yousef was sort of asking her to leave. She was trying to maintain some dignity.

   As soon as Zaina left the office, Yousef was furious with himself. He wanted to break or punch something but he has enough injuries for one day so he punched his own hand in attempt to take out all his anger. "What the hell was i thinking! She probably things I'm a psycho. One minute I'm saying sweet things the next minute I'm asking her to leave..... IDIOT!!"

   That night Zaina sat in bed thinking about how Yousef has been acting around her. She hasn't had many encounters with him but the few one on one times they have shared were all awkward, in a good way...or maybe it wasn't. She hasn't really noticed anything different about Yousef or about the way he has been treating her or talking to her. Zaina sat there for god knows how long thinking about Yousef and today until she dozed of, tired from all the thinking and over-analyzing.

   Meanwhile, Yousef felt extremely bad at the way he acted today towards Zaina. He wanted to make it up to her but he didn't know how. You know when you want something so bad but you mess it up and then you don't know how to fix it because you can't think and you just don't know what to do. That was exactly what was happening to him right now. He had no clue what to do. If it was someone else in his situation asking him for advice he would know exactly what to tell them to do, but because it was him in the situation he couldn't think for himself. He didn't know who to speak to, he didn't want anyone to know what he was feeling for Zaina, he was scared that things would go wrong when he finally admits it and says it out loud.

   Out of nowhere, he jumped of his bead and was pacing towards Reem's room. He knocked on the door so hard that in less than 2 seconds Reem opened the door with a worried look on her face and sleep in her eyes. She scratched her head and attempted to tame her hair that goes a bit wild when she sleeps "Yousef?? Shfeek?? 5ara3tny!! laish chthe et6g 3al bab???" Yousef was anxious and excited. "Reem tkfain yebay telefonch... i need something..." Reem stood there and raised one eyebrow while struggling to keep her eyes open.

   "What time is it?? Can't this wait till the morning? 3baly 3ndek salfa!!" Yousef tried to not get mad at her as he was growing impatient "Its 3 am and NO it can't wait!! Just get your phone 3ashan a5ath ili abe w trden ta5mden!!" Reem knew her brother was wise and would never take something from her phone that he knows he shouldn't have "OOFFF!!!!..."

   Reem disappeared back into her dark room and a few seconds later came back and handed her phone over to Yousef. Yousef pressed the keys on her phone until he found what he needed. He wasn't wrong in thinking Reem would definitely have what he wanted. He took out his phone and typed something. "Thank you a7la e5t bl denya.. yallla rday namay w tara keshtech mu 6be3ya, allah y3en raylch itha bgoom il9ub7 w bshof sha3rech chthe..." Reem didn't bother answering back to his stupid remark and just said "Good night Yousef.." while slamming the door in his face. Yousef was so happy he could have done the victory dance if he knew how to...

   A few days passed and Zaina still couldn't stop thinking about Yousef. She was slowly becoming frustrated with herself that she just can't let what happened go. She tried to avoid going anywhere where she would bump into him including going over to her aunts house, just incase he is there. But there was this one occasion where that she couldn't get out of. Her aunt was having a gathering 3ala salamat her husband. He was a bit unwell the past week and had to spend a few days in the hospital so things would go back to normal.

   "Zaina 7bebti jahztay 7alek 7g 3azemat bokra eb bait 5altek?" Zaina's mother came to her room to check on her. She noticed that her daughter was staring into space. "7bebti wsh fek? lai ktha wajhek m9far?" Zaina's mother and her are pretty close. They aren't best friends but they are close. Zaina feels comfortable enough to talk to her mother about anything but since the topic of guys, love and anything along those lines has never come up in their conversations, Zaina felt a bit weird to bring up the subject of Yousef "Hehe, la mama mafe shay bs ta3bana shway ab'3a anam, ilshu'3l emta3bne ktheer...." Zaina tried to sound genuine but she was certain that her mother was not going to buy her excuse. "Ahaa... ok 3yal you should get some sleep, ma7b ashofk ktha ta3bana..." Om 3abdula gave her daughter a warm smile indicating that she will be here for if she ever needs anything. The same smile she gives Zaina every time she knows there is something running around in that mind of hers.

   And before she knew it, Zaina was getting ready for the 3azeema. She didn't know what to wear. She knew Yousef was going to be there and for some reason she was trying her hardest to look good even though the thought of trying to impress him was frustrating her for some reason she was still doing it. Eventually she managed to convince herself that she isn't trying to dress to impress but her subconscious mind was still playing its game with every dress or outfit she put on.

   She decided to go back to her hair and make up. She had her hair in these knots that she always does when wants to add a bit of natural waves to her hair. Zaina undid her hair and let it down, it was loosely fanned out across her shoulders and back.

   Zaina sat there and looked at herself in the mirror trying to decide what to look to go for. The evening make up look or the natural casual look. She decided to go with both. Make her look somewhere in between. Light on the eyes and a bit darker on the lips. She put on a thin line of eyeliner and one layer of mascara on her dark eyelashes. Zaina looked through her never-ending stock of lipsticks as she opened a few of them and studied the color of each lipstick to see what she should apply, then she decided to go with a purple-ish lipstick. A bit too dark you might say but with her simple eye make up it balances it out.

   Once she applied her lipstick she remembered an outfit that would go perfectly with her lipstick. A black fleurette chiffon dress by Diane Von Furstenberg. The dress has a little gathering giving her a luscious look. It had the perfect V-shaped neckline that she can accessorize with something from her collection of necklaces. The dress has sheer bracelet cape sleeves and has a few gatherings at the front center and back. The dress gives her a loose draped silhouette but still allows her figure to shine through. She matched her dress and make up with purple matte tights and black Kurt Geiger ankle boots.

   Just as Zaina put her boots on, her blackberry's alert went off indicating that she has received something on bbm. She went over to her bed and picked up phone, unlocked it, entered the bbm application, opened her chats and scrolled down but found no new chat. She was a bit confused cause the bbm icon on her home screen had popped up. She exited and then returned to her bbm. She collapsed her chat list and contacts list to see that there is was a pending friend request. She opened it to take a look at the name of the person who added her since she doesn't recall giving her pin to anyone lately.

   As she read the name she slightly raised her eyebrow. "Thats weird" She decided to ignore the request for the meantime until she decides if she should accept it or not. She locked her phone and placed it on her bed and just sat there for a few seconds and blanked out but was brought back to reality when she heard a knock on her door.

   "tfa'9al..." Her mother walked in and smiled at the sight of her beautiful daughter. "Ha 7bebti jahza 3ashan n6la3? Baba ystana ta7at 9arla wakt..." Zaina stood up immediately and went to grab her gold clutch and to put on a her gold earings and necklace. "Ee mama bs dgayg w aje bs albs hathaila w a76 a'3rathy bl shan6a anzl" She gave her mother the widest grin. She needed this night so badly to go right. She doesn't want anymore of Yousef's split personality moments, she doesn't need anymore to think about "Yalla ok e7na nstana ta7at, la tet25rain..."

   Zaina looked at her reflection in the mirror trying to stare away all the fear that is building up inside of her "Why am i scared, its just Yousef, he means NOTHING to me...whatever im going to enjoy myself tonight." With that she ruffled her hair for volume and brought her the right side of her hair to the front, gave her reflection a gorgeous smile with a bit of twinkle in her eyes and made her way out of her room.

   The night was going smoothly. No sign of Yousef. The men and women were slightly separated but in the same area of the house only because the men have their topics for discussion and women have their own as well. Zaina enjoyed herself. Caught up with a lot of her family members since she was swamped with work lately and never has enough time to socialize. Zaina took advantage of that night to spend as much time as she could with Lulu, she missed her terribly and hates the fact that she hasn't been around her as much. After all, she does see her as her own daughter.

   After dinner, Zaina and Lulu made their way to the sinks to wash up. Zaina washed Lulu first then washed up herself. As she was drying her hands Lulu ran out of the sink area and back into 9alat ilest8bal where everyone was staying at. "Lulu 7bebti be carefull lat67eeen!!" Zaina was worried about her since she had a pair of slippery shoes on and she didn't want her falling over and hurting herself so she quickly put down the towel and just as she was going to walk out she walked into something hard. She stumbled back a few steps as she looked up to see what she had walked into.

   Ofcourse, who else could it be! It was Yousef. He was looking at her with this weird look in his eyes. A look she couldn't interpret. He had the widest grin plaster on his face. Zaina just stood there and looked at him, not knowing what to say. She wasn't going to apologize for walking into him since it was his fault! He probably knew she was in there or else he wouldn't have come here. Everyone else was using the other sinks. It was just her and Lulu that used these because they noticed it was less crowded.

   "Hi Zaina..." That grin of his was still plastered on his face. "Hi Yousef... ummm lazm aroo7 knt  i was watching Lulu madre wain ra7at..." She tried to squeeze past him but it was impossible. His large figure was blocking the doorway so she stepped back and gave him a look. But of course, why would he move? "Yousef, please lazm arja3 3nd il7areem mab'3a a7ad ydawr 3laiy w ylgany hna m3ak.."

   Yousef completely ignored what she was asking for "Laish you didn't accept my request, i know you've seen it cause you've had your phone with you all night fa laish ma swaitay accept.?" Zaina wanted to kill herself for being put in that position. She didn't think he would have the audacity to ask her like that. "I didn't know if i should, mako sbab y5aleni i accept il request...." She decided to be as forward as he was. "There are plenty of reason w awal sbab ina e7na 3yal 5ala.. we're family. Eb t8n3eeni ina ma3ndech family guys on your bbm??"

    Zaina looked to the side trying to avoid his eyes and bit on her lower lip. This time Yousef knew for sure that it was a nervous habit. "ma3nde a7ad that acts like he has split personalities.. fa please momken tatrekni w t5aleni a6la3..." Before Yousef moved her reached over by the sink. Zaina was confused with what he was doing until she looked over her shoulder to see him picking up her blackberry and grabbing onto it. All Zaina could think of was Please don't open it and press accept Please Please Please. But to her surprise he didn't do that. He handing over her phone and all he said was "Im sorry, please accept my request....you won't regret it, I promise...."

   Zaina took her phone and look up at him for a few seconds "Promise is a big word... Don't know if you'll be up keeping that promised." As Zaina stepped out of the doorway Yousef quicklu just threw in "Don't underestimate me, I can keep my word...."