Chapter 17: Bossy

My mom and I finally finished shopping. We both decided to go to spur to have lunch. We got a table next to the window which was great because I wanted to look at the hot guys who were going up and about the mall. We ordered our food and like always tried our best to make small talk. My mom received a call and had to go to the bathroom because it was very noisy inside the restaurant.

Let me check my phone, I have not looked at it since this morning. I want to see what @zaied.jacobs had to say about my apology.

"Send me your pictures, I want to see what you look like," he replied.

Is that all he had to say, what about my apology did he even read it? I have honestly never met someone who drives me so insane, he does what he wants, what he feels like and it annoys me because I like to be in charge sometimes.

"What about my apology? are we cool?" I sent him a text.

"Yeah whatever, send your pictures," he replied to my text. I am glad he's active right now, we need to talk about the way he talks to me before I send him anything.

"You can not talk to me like that anymore," I replied.

"I tell you what to do not the other way around," he replied.

"You are not the boss of me," I replied.

"Oh but I am. I am not going to argue with you though so just send me your pictures," he replied.

Let me just leave him this once, I am not going to allow such behavior with me but today I am not in the mood to argue so let me just let this time slide. I wonder which pictures I should send him?

I decided on which pictures to send him, I made sure they all looked great and for a teaser, I sent him one of the nudes that Ruby took me when I was at her house. I won't torture him a bit, make him regret being so rude to me.

I wonder where I suddenly get this savage persona from, first of all, I am talking to a guy very older than me and secondly, I am already sending him my nudes? Haya you need to check yourself or is it that he has a lot of influence on me because of how hot and perfect he is.

Handsome men are my weakness, anything for you guys!

"You are cute, oh I see you like playing games with daddy huh?" he replied.

I am just cute? what the fuck is wrong with you @zaied.jacobs?! I am a fucken black goddess, I am not just cute! I am beautiful, breathtaking, peng, gorgeous and all the other amazing words used to describe a girl like me.

"Here is your food mam." the waiter disturbed my thoughts by putting the food on the table.

"Thank you," I replied.

Where is mom anyway? she has been gone for way too long, let me try to call her. When I took my phone to dial her numbers she suddenly appeared.

"I am sorry I took so long my dear, I was talking to your uncle. The food is still warm, did it just get here? I hope I did not keep you waiting." my mom said.

"No you did not mom, the food just got here," I replied.

We both ate in silence, when we were done we paid the bill then we were on our way out of the mall. We bought pizza for supper since my mom and I were both too tired to cook. We got home and found my dad watching tv.

"Hey dad, we brought you pizza!" I said tickling my father.

"Hey! Haya I do not have time for games." my dad tried to put on his serious face but ended up giggling.

"Haya you should go pack, you are leaving in one day. You only have now and tomorrow to pack everything." my mom said.

I went to my room and started packing my clothes, I took only the cool ones because I have always had this fantasy of becoming the quiet cool girl in varsity.

I am left only with a few things to pack then I am all ready for Cape Town. I grabbed my phone and threw myself on the bed. I almost forgot! I left @zaied.jacobs on reading, let me answer him.

"What is your name? how do you pronounce it anyway?" I replied ignoring his question the way he ignored my texts.

"My name is Zaied and you pronounce it the way it is. The I is kind of silent, it is not that complicated, to be honest. It is Zaaed" he sent a voice message.

Oh God his voice is so amazing, he has an amazing accent and I just love how calm he sounds.

"Oh I see, my name is Haya and my surname is Hazim," I replied.

"I like that, are you somehow Arabic?" he asked.

I do not know how to answer this, to be honest, my father's side of the family is complicated. His great grandfather was Arabic and he got married to a black woman. His grandfather became half Arabic and half black, he got married to my father's grandmother who is a beautiful black woman then they both gave birth to my father's dad who got married to a black woman. So my dad says he is 15% Arabic and 85% black so I am black because he got married to my mom who is a black woman.

"Not really but we do have an Arabic surname so I guess I am," I replied.

"Oh cool," he replied.

"So are you not supposed to be going to University?" he asked.

"I am, I am going to study Media at Stellenbosch university in Cape town," I replied.

"What?! when?" he replied and I became pleased at how excited he suddenly got.

"One more day left and I will be there," I said.

"See you then," he replied.

"Who said I am going to meet up with you?" I asked.

"Me, I said that and you are going to meet up with me," he replied.