CONTINUED FROM PART 2
“Hayeteee, I miss you!”, tells me Nadine on the phone.
“Baby, you saw me like 2 hours ago!”, I reply.
“Halla2 recess counts as a date?!”, she snaps at me. “I know Jad bass I already miss you! You wanna go to the movies tonight?”
I have other shit on my mind. I can’t be luvvy duvvy.
“Wlak yalla! It’s been ages we haven’t watched a movie. I donno what’s with you! You know lately, I feel like…”.
“Ok”, I interrupt her. I don’t want any drama. “Let’s go out, habibe”.
I sometimes can’t believe I landed myself such a beautiful girlfriend. Nadine is beautiful. Except when she cries; she’s an ugly crier. She’s not smart. She’s your typical blonde trapped in a hot brunette’s body. But it’s not like you need a diploma to be a housewife and carry a baby. And that’s all I want her to do anyway.
One of the perks of watching a loud unromantic action movie with your girlfriend is that she’ll be so uninterested in the movie that her only mission will be to give you an orgasm before the closing credits.
And Nadine is no different. She’s more than eager to place her jacket on top of my crotch, slide her left hand under the jacket to unbutton my jeans, and play with my dick. Good thing the girl’s a lefty.
It’s every guy’s dream to be stroked by their girlfriend, but we’ve done it so much it’s become a habit, really. Sometimes I think I take her for granted. But while her mind is on my dick, my mind is on tomorrow and Foufou Fadi.
I can’t even believe that faggot is crossing my mind while my girlfriend jerks me off. It pisses me off that he still manages to creep in when I least expect it. But I don’t think I can tune him out just yet…Tomorrow’s a big day.
I owe Tom Cruise a big one. By the end of the movie, he had saved the world from whatever the fuck was threatening humankind, and I had jizzed so bad I had to walk Nadine home with her jacket covering my pants.
“I wish we were both 11th graders”, she tells me as we reach her neighborhood.
“Hmmm. Actually, I’m happy being in the 10th grade. That way you won’t see me every minute and you won’t get bored from me”, I smile at her.
“Hah! That’s one way to look at it”. She smiles back. “Alright, habibe. I’ll see you tomorrow morning”. She kisses me on the cheek.
“Good night Mrs. Sleiman”.
“Good night Jado”.
I walk back home and I can’t help but be excited about how my life will change as of tomorrow. Same time tomorrow evening, I’ll be free of everything that’s been eating at me. I can’t wake up in the morning and pretend I’m okay anymore. I’ve been pretending I was okay ever since that fucking Fadi came into my life two months ago. I want the old me back. And the only way to get the old me back is by getting rid of him.
First thing I do when I get home is make sure my parents are sleeping, go to the kitchen, and make sure my school books aren’t the only things filling my backpack tomorrow.
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