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CHAPTER 5

I managed to balance the tray with one hand as I curtly knocked on the door.

After a couple of seconds, the door opened revealing a very pissed of Adham.

Wow. Im already seems to triumph the devised plan.

"What?" Adham seethed through gritted teeth as he stepped out before closing the door behind him.

I mustered an innocent look on my face before lifting the tray up. I tilted my head and batted my lashes to bolster my act.

"You forgot to have these cheesecakes," I said in my sweetest voice possible.

His face seemed to resemble a tomato that I had come to accustom begrudgingly since I could remember. But I really had to give him credit on how he nails the 'perfect pig face' every fucking time.

He eyed desert on the tray before he gritted his teeth.

"Get ou--"

"Cheesecakes? Oh oh. I want some!" a silly voice chimed from the other side.

I peeked over Adham to the door that was slightly creaked open revealing a blonde's enthusiastic face between the creek.

I grinned.

I kept my eyes on him all along as I pushed past Adham defiantly, inviting myself in.

All eyed had simultaneously mastered to glue themselves on me as I placed the tray on top of the table before I let out another defiant grin.

"Alright! A piece for everyone!" I announced as I passed out the plates.

I would be lying if I had slipped Adham's perilous ignorance of my rebellious act out of mind.

"Is she your daughter, Mr.Behdad?"

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Adham clear his throat. "Yes," he replied curtly.

That's highly debatable Mr.Behdad.

The leader smirked before he curtly nodded towards one of his members to which the other one responded back with another smirk.

Wow, so now they speak 'smirking'. Damn. They never seemed to stop surprising me.

"Alright." He mumbled before he turned back to me.

"Forgive me, darling. I haven't introduced myself out of contempt. I am Marshall Meshouf and I'm quite delighted to meet you." He smiled genuinely as he extended his hand. I eyed the hand before I spoke back.

"Blaire. Likewise." I replied shortly and took his hand.

"We are Persian descendants like yourself." He informed as I retracted my hand back.

I nodded slowly as I pursed my lips for an awkward smile.

"I'm proud to say we possess the same dreaded reputation back in London, similar to yours' here in America," he stated as he twirled his glass of champagne.

I pretended to be interested.

At that moment I couldn't help but think how sickening it was at the way they took pride in their nefarious acts.

"My son, Israel was supposed to attend today, but he sneaked out somewhere else at the last minute." He continued to blabber things that I found were rather unsolicited. "He is actually closer to your age, it's a shame he didn't come. You could've used some company." He brooded.

Trust me, that's the last time I want now.

I simply shrugged as a response to his comment before he continued speaking.

"And--"

"Although I would've loved for my daughter to stay in for more chat. I believe she has to go." Adham cut off Marshal before he could reveal anything more to me.

He then faced me with a glare filled with annoyed menace. "Go to your room. Now!" he spat lowly.

I rolled my eyes and excused myself to my room. Just before I walked out, I playfully winking at the blonde who gave me an excuse to come in. He seemed to catch my gesture and grinned.

I mean, it wasn't that inappropriate. Unlike his other companions, he looked comparatively younger. Perhaps, in his early twenties? So, yeah. Not a problem.

Well, that was fun. I thought to myself as I closed the door behind me and headed towards my room.

But.

I thought it was rather cynical for Marshal to randomly hand me his gang's portfolio out for me to know. The brief gesture he made with one of his members before speaking to me just kinda heightened my curiosity and bolstered my suspicion.

I shrugged to myself and plopped on my bed on my back with my arms sprawled across my sides.

I stared at the interesting ceiling with patterns that ran along. Then it hit me.

I turned my head towards the clock. Dammit!

I had a fight today. But not the finals, thankfully. I don't think I can fight today considering the love my father showed me this evening.

I took my phone dialed Sean. Within a few rings he took it.

"Where the hell are you Blaire? The fight is about to start! You need to be here!" he yelled.

Crap.

"About that... I don't think I can make it" I said sheepishly.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Umm... Just feeling a bit sore" I lied.

"Are you alright?" he sounded concerned. "Do you want me to come over? You don't usually feel sore after two days after a fight."

"No!" I yelled back, a bit too quickly. Adham has his guests over. I already pissed him off. I don't think it will be a good idea to provoke him more. "I'm fine. It's alright, Really. I don't know, I had gone running for a few miles today, maybe that wore me off" the lie rolled out of my mouth, frantic to convince him.

"Okay..." he trailed off. "You sure?"

I sighed.

"Yeah," I said. "Can you maybe, postpone the fight to maybe in two days? I have studies to catch up with. I also need to practice for the finals in two weeks." I reasoned. "Please" I added in my sweet voice.

He sighed. "Alright." He said. I grinned.

"Thank you! You are the best!" I gushed.

"I know" he replied cockily.

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, Bye!" I said.

"Bye Blary-mary" He sang as I cringed at the nickname. "Take care" he said.

"I will" I said and ended the call.

I sighed and threw the phone away as I plopped on the bed once more.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

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"So wake me up when it's all over

When I'm wiser and I'm older

All this time I was finding myself

And I didn't know I was lost

I tried carrying the weight of the world

But I only have two hands

I hope I get the chance to travel the world

But I don't have any plans

I wish that I could stay forever this young

Not afraid to-"

I groaned and shut the alarm off and went back to sleep. Ah... my bed is so comfy...

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Wait.

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I flashed my eyes open and looked at my surroundings.

I lay in my bed tangled in my bed sheet similar to the hairs on my head. My room looked as it usually does except it was not dark like it was before I went to bed.

Bright rays of sunlight found its way into my room between the creaks of my dark curtains as it illuminated light all over the room.

Crap.

I peeled the blankets off me and jumped out of bed rushing towards the bathroom. I opened the door and rushed and practically ripped off my clothes of my and jumped into the shower not before stealing a glance at me in the mirror and I tell you I looked scary. A weaver bird must have been jealous if it saw the nest I had on my head. It was that bad.

I shook my head and showered quickly all while trying to tame the wild beast on my head and washed off my body.

I rushed to my closet and grabbed a random black hoodie and jeans and put them on with white vans.

I grabbed my backpack and ran towards the door of my house which will take a good 5 minutes considering the distance between the door and my room.

It will be late if I walk to school. So, I called Sean, who surprisingly took his own sweet time to answer the call.

"What?" he growled huskily.

"Hello to you too" I greeted sarcastically.

He moaned. "What do you want in 6 in the morning, Blaire?" He sounded annoyed.

I frowned. "Six in the morning?"

"Yeah..." he drawled out.

Oh lord.

Kill me now.

My cheeks heat up.

"N-Nothing" I said. "Just checking up how you were doing."

He mumbled along with the lines of 'yeah sure, how sweet of you'.

"Well, I was enjoying very well before you called me." He paused. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get my beauty sleep." He chimed before he ended the call.

I sighed.

Alright. Well, Then. I guessed I could just grab a cup of coffee and have all the time in the world to head to the school then.

I shrugged and hopped towards the nearest café.

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