BEST FRIENDS

Chapter5

Yesmeen
As I walked into my room after a long day at school, that monster of a guy is still on my mind, driving me crazy. I can't even think straight with him around. It's so frustrating! And to make matters worse, those two dumbasses were just sitting there, watching me. I can't come right out and tell them the truth,can  I? I can't just say, "Hey, Yusrah, I hate your brother! I can't stand the sight of him!" or "Ameera, I really don't like your boyfriend at all."

In that moment, I have two things on my mind. First, I'm determined to figure out a way to get his car. Second, I'm desperate to find a way to get them out of this apartment so I wouldn't have to see his face ever again.

But then, Yussy reached out and held my hand, trying to calm me down. "Hey, Yesmeen, just take it easy. You don't have to get another car for him. I know my brother, he's just joking around,"she  said reassuringly.

Ameera chimed in, sounding worried. "Yeah, I can talk to him if you want. Maybe he doesn't realize how much it's bothering you."

"No, please. Do you think I'm that naive? Your brother isn't a nice person," I muttered, biting my fingers in frustration.

"He's actually a nice guy. Maybe if you two get to know each other better, you'll understand," Ameera said, trying to convince me.

I twisted my lips in disbelief. "Understand? Yeah, right. I highly doubt that."

"Alright, calm down," Ameera said, pulling a chair from the dressing mirror and gesturing for me to sit. She signaled something to Yussy.

"As much as I hate to admit it, there's something about that monster's voice that always gets my heart racing. It's like I have this weird reaction whenever he's around," I confessed.

Ameera please call Muhammad, yussy says, he didn't deserve to be called by that name. He hasn't inherited the qualities that the name Muhammad represents.

"Hey, Muhammad, it's about my friend," Ameera said, biting her lip softly.

"What about her?" he questioned.

"Please, it's about what happened today. She's really sorry," Ameera pleaded, but I couldn't let her finish her sentence. I placed my hand over her mouth, feeling overwhelmed.

"I never asked you to apologize on my behalf! I can't believe you did that," I exclaimed, tears welling up in my eyes. "Now he's going to say that I can't even afford to buy a car."

"Don't worry, I'll never say that. I'll just handle it," Muhammad assured me.

"As what?" I snapped. "Just shut up, okay? I'll get you your car, today."

"Okay," he replied, hanging up the call. I glared at the phone, feeling a mix of emotions. Should I call my dad?

"No, wait. Let me call my father and tell him that Muhammad's car got damaged, so we need to get another one. No one will know, please, Yesmeen," yussy pleaded.

"Even if it's not exactly like his car, we'll try our best, Yesmeen. Please," she added.

I hesitated for a moment, conflicted. "No, no, no. Let me call my dad."

"Please, Yesmeen. Didn't you consider us as friends?" Ameera asked.

"I do, but..." I started to say, but Ameera interrupted me.

"Please, please, please," she begged.

"Okay," I finally agreed.

Within less than an hour, we managed to arrange everything we needed. They told me to go to his apartment myself and gave me the address. As I sat in the car, which looked just like his,