Bleeding for Royalty

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PROM PART 1

Amra

Astagfirullah, this is wrong. I thought as I pushed him away.

"That was wrong." I told him clearly regretting doing what I did.

"But amazing." He smirked.

"Still wrong."

"And also amazing."

"It was wrong."

We started another round of our usual irrelevant banters.

"It was amazing." He said then I gave him the i-am-not-going-to-waste-my-time-on-this look.

"Fine. You're right. Yes, it was wrong but it was amazing. I loved it."

"Sadiq, we'll talk later I need to go home. It's almost 7:00p.m.."

"Can I take you home?"

"Uhmm."

"Please." He added. Him taking me home wasn't really the problem. The problem was what my mum would say.

"Isn't today the graduation dinner?" He asked, bringing me out of Mars.

"I think it's tomorrow." I said.

"Nope. It's today. By 8:00p.m. at Transcorp Hilton."

I brought my phone out of my purse and saw exactly 40 missed calls. 5 from Cami. 5 from Jamee. 3 from Ya Maryam. 7 from Sameer and 10 from my mum.

"I'm dead."

"What's wrong?"

"Oh shit. I said that out loud. My mum called me 10 times. She was so worried about me while I was getting all lovey-dovey with you." I need to calm the fanta down.

Just as Sadiq was about to say something, my mum called.

Her|Her mother

Assalamu alaikum

Wa alaikum salam

Amra

Na'am

Amra

Yes?

Amra. Where on earth are you?

Mum I'm okay don't worry.

Is that the answer to my question?

No, mum

So, where are you?

In front of the ICC

Okay. Where were you? We were looking for you.

I'm really sorry mum. I just need some air

Come home immediately after your graduation dinner.

Yes ma

Then she hung up.

"Let's get going." I told Sadiq as he led me to his car.