Sometimes you gotta be the one to lead the way if he doesn't get the hint! (I didn't say that though).
-WR🌹

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05|Game on...

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I, Yazid, and Mufasa chatted for over an hour before Daddy called, asking why I was refusing David's company.

I was exhausted by the endless presence of Daddy's minions trailing me. I wasn't a little girl who needed constant protection. "Now my mood is wrecked!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in frustration.

"Chill," Mufasa said, making calming gestures with his hands. Great, now Yazid rubbed off his habit on Mufasa. I'd rather die than inherit that tendency.

"No, I need something," I insisted.

"Are you on drugs, Maryam Amirah?" Yazid asked, his brow furrowing as he awaited my answer, disbelief painting his features.

"Hell no!" I scrunched my nose in disgust. "I meant food. A bar of chocolate will do, not heroin or weed or cocaine. Come on, have some trust in me." I playfully slapped his chest.

"Well, you never know with you girls," he shrugged. Mufasa glanced back and forth between us, listening to our banter before deciding he'd had enough.

"Your phone is ringing," he pointed out, plucking it from my bag. "What the hell is this?" He handed it back, confused.

Arrogant AH.

My heart sank. I froze for a moment, and just as I began to react, the call ended. "Shoot!" I exclaimed, smacking my forehead with my fist.

"What is it?" Mufasa asked, turning to Yazid. "Yazid, your friend is crazy. Do you know what name she saved for the person who just called? Arrogant AH. If he's that arrogant, why care about missing his call? Let's grab something to eat, I'm famished." He hopped down from the trunk and slid into the passenger seat, adding, "Yazid, you're driving alone. I'm not going with you." Yazid ignored him and climbed into his car while I followed suit.

Mufasa provided directions as I drove, my mind swirling with confusion. It had been three days since we last spoke, so why was he calling now? I thought we were done.

Why am I obsessing over a guy I've never met? A damn obnoxious stranger, no less. This feeling is maddening, and I loathe it with every fiber of my being.

I pushed my worries aside, pressed the gas pedal, and raced against Yazid while Mufasa cheered me on, trying to drown out my thoughts about the arrogant bloke.

I didn't even know his name.

Heck, I was doomed.

As we reached the eatery, my phone beeped, Mufasa's curiosity piqued and he opened his large mouth. Yes, it was large in every sense of the word. "So what does this AH stand for, and why save a contact with that name?"

"What? AH stands for Asshole. The guy's a jerk," I replied casually, slipping off my sunglasses.

"Then why is he calling and texting you?" He asked.

"Mufasa! Are you a reporter? With all these questions, I might conclude you're a stalking reporter looking for your chance to interview your favorite celebrity," I retorted, adopting a snobbish tone.

He raised his hands in mock surrender, his lips pursed, just as Yazid strolled over.

I grabbed my phone from Mufasa's hands to check the message. It read:

Called your number earlier. Sorry, it was a mistake. My niece accidentally dialed it.
-Arrogant AH.

Had I just made a fool of myself over nothing? I felt like the dumbest girl on the planet. I wanted his attention, and here I was with nothing but an apology for a mistake. A mistake? It wasn't even his fault, it was his niece who messed up. My blood boiled with rage for reasons I couldn't explain, and both guys could sense the shift.

While Yazid remained silent, Mufasa insisted on prying me open until I spilled everything, even my feelings about it. Yazid abruptly stood to leave the place, we both paused, looking at him, then I nudged Mufasa to order food for us.

A couple of minutes later, Mufasa was still busy "ordering" or flirting with the poor girl behind the counter when Yazid returned.

I raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him, and he mirrored my expression. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just had to grab my phone from the car," he replied casually, glancing around, probably hunting for his somewhat useless friend.

I was dying of hunger here.

"Mufasa, hurry up, please!" I called out, my voice echoing through the restaurant. I noticed a few nearby patrons shooting me disapproving looks, but they hesitated, my confidence was hard to challenge. I know I clean out superb and I have the looks and all so they wouldn't even dare.

With an eye roll, I stood from my chair and marched over to where Mufasa was still hanging around, wasting no time in hitting the nape of his neck with my palm, not so gently.

"Oops!" I exclaimed, feigning innocence. "Are you done yet?" I emphasized the word "done," making my impatience clear.

The girl behind the counter flashed an impish smile before turning to grab our orders, or so I hoped.

"Thanks," Mufasa groaned at me, irritation spilling over in his tone.

"What?" I asked, arching an eyebrow playfully. "She was just about to give me her number, and now she probably thinks you're my girl. Thanks for ruining my chance," he muttered, his frustration evident.

"Never pictured you as the type to chase after someone so cheap," I shot back.

"Have you seen her? She's beautiful, you idiot," he defended, pointing at her as if it proved his point.

"Guys, are we here to eat or argue?" Yazid, who had just joined us, asked with a sigh, as if he couldn't believe we were acting like children. Of course, this was not my fault.

"Well, maybe if Mufasa had done what he was supposed to do on time, we wouldn't be in this situation!" I retorted, striding back to our table, the others following closely behind.

Minutes later, our food arrived. I ordered a drink to accompany my meal while the guys chose their favorites.

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"So, what do you think about going to the gallery opening?" Mufasa asked, referring to an event we had been invited to, a party for a friend unveiling her second fashion gallery in Kaduna next week Saturday.

"I think I'll be going," I said, nodding in agreement.

"I'll pass," Yazid said, taking a long swig from his can of soda.

"Why?" I replied, bewildered. He never shied away from opportunities to meet new girls.

"It's Hiyya. I don't want another mess brewing, okay? We haven't been on the right foot ever since the case with Mahmoon," he explained, exhaling sharply.

"Boys and their troubles," I scoffed, rolling my eyes at their immaturity.

"Babe, we're men, not boys," Mufasa corrected with a chuckle.

"Dude, Yazid might pass for a man, but you're still a toddler, a crazy one at that," I shot back.

"I'm fine with that if you're the same. But in your case, you're an imbecile," he retorted, setting off a lighthearted argument.

A few minutes later, Mufasa and I found ourselves being escorted out of the restaurant, with a stoic Yazid trailing behind.

I hate Mufasa.

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I was lying on my bed, feeling unsure of how my life has turned into a chaotic mess when an idea popped into my head. I wanted to ignore it but it pushed, it nagged insistently I had no choice but to actually consider the idea.

Bracing myself for whatever was to come, I typed a reply to his message, one that really didn't require a response but still made me hope for one.

To: Arrogant AH
Yeah, yeah. As if I believe you. Lie to yourself.

I knew I sounded desperate, perhaps even flirty, but surprisingly, I felt a rush of happiness instead of embarrassment or regret.

Without waiting for his response, I tossed my phone on the bed and sauntered out of the room, enhancing my stride and putting an extra sway in my hips as confidence washed over me in waves.

I wasn't going to let him get away with making me feel this way. There was no room for a win-lose situation where I came out on the losing end. It was either I won, we both won, or we both lost.

From that moment, I realized I was on a mission, a dangerous one at that. And somehow, I knew I wouldn't regret any part of it.

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Heys People. Assalamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullah was Barakatuh.

So far all we get to know about Amirah is that she's one hell of a crazy girl with equally crazy friends.

Watch out for the next update. It's going to be a table turner.

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