Don't Tell Me

"So, was that so bad?" Mohammed as me as I shook my head.

'You held my hand and walked me home, I know'

"No, it was actually cool." And you didn't try anything, I added silently. "You know the only reason why I was going out with you is because of a bet I had going." I joked.

"Ouch. That's really harsh." He pretended to be hurt, which made me smile. Before him, I never found any guy at Degrassi that I was interested in romantically, and this was something that was without a doubt fun and new to me.

"No, seriously, it was cool." I nodded. Mohammed and I had been hanging out for a while and we'd been on countless of dates, which were amazing. I didn't know whether he was serious or playing games, but I liked him too much to care.

'Why you gave me a kiss it was something like this that made me go oh, oh.'

"So, are your parents home?" He wondered as I gave him a weird look. "No, it's not like that … I just want to do … this…" Mohammed kissed me softly as I was met with both surprise and intrigue.

"You're a slick one." I smiled, looking down. Wow.

"So, tomorrow then?" He asked as I looked confused.

"What's tomorrow?"

"Our three month anniversary."

'You wiped my tears, got rid of all my fears why did you have to go?'

"Got you!" I joked, playing if off even though I had forgotten. I couldn't believe I had waited for three months until I let him kiss me. I had been missing out on so much, but not just because of that but because he was so sweet to me and listened to me cry when my cat died and when my parents got divorced. He was truly awesome.

'Guess it wasn't enough to take up some of my love.'

"Thought you were slick huh?" My brother wondered as I snuck into the house.

"No. It's not like that. I was hanging out with Mohammed." Yusuf nodded as I rushed up the stairs. If it had been anyone else but Mohammed, I knew he would've been worried, but my brother was really close with him and trusted him with me, which was rare.

I couldn't pin point why I had been so closed-minded to him at first, but now things were working out. Seventeen years of being alone was completely worth it. As I woke up the next morning, I was still thinking about him, and whatever he had planned for the night.

"Go tell your sister she has a visitor." I heard my mother yell to my brother after being woken up by a bunch of scurrying around. I didn't know what was going on, but it was Saturday morning and I wanted to sleep in a little longer.

"Yo Fareeza, get up!" Yusuf yelled, opening my door as if he was really helping out anyway. Everyone in my family always yelled across the house instead of talking face to face.

"Why? Can't I get some sleep!" I yelled, turning over and burying my face under my pillow as my mother walked in quietly.

"Honey, I really think you should freshen up and come downstairs … we're all eating breakfast together." She began.

"Mom, it's almost twelve." I protested with a groan.

"Okay lunch. And hurry." She smiled at me and rushed out of the room. Weird. I sighed, got out of bed and threw on something decent, but not too dressy because I knew one of my cousins were probably in town. They always came so unexpectedly and—

"Mohammed? What are you doing here?" My whole demeanor changed immediately as I restrained myself from hugging him in front of my parents.

"I brought some lunch and thought you might want to go for a picnic, with your brother of course." I nodded humbly with a smile wishing I had chosen to wear something dressier.

"Thanks for coming." I whispered to Yusuf who just shrugged in response.

"Don't think you're the only one getting something out of this deal." He opened the car door to reveal his latest 'girlfriend.' He could never commit.

"Promise me that whatever happens that deep down you're nothing like my brother." I whispered to Mohammed who was now holding my hand and sending a surge of energy through my body.

"No, I'm cuter." I rolled my eyes as he pulled out of the driveway with my brother making out with what's her name in the back of the car.

"This is really sweet and totally not you. Who'd you steal the idea from? What it my brother?" I joked, only able to say what I wanted through banter. I felt too … naked around him like he knew so much about me already and I couldn't believe that we were together. We'd known each other for years and I always hated him.

"If you think this is all … you haven't seen anything yet." He squeezed my hand as I had to stop myself from squealing. I couldn't let him see how happy I was … not yet.

'Guys are so hard to trust.'

"So, this is what you had planned?" I whispered, following Mohammed blindly down the street. All day I had been pampered, with flowers and chocolates, and gift after gift. "I didn't know you cared so much."

"Step up." We continued until he pulled the blindfold off my eyes.

"Wow. What is this place?" I asked looking around a gorgeously decorated room.

"My place … well, when I start going to University." He paused for a moment, looking at me deeply and forcing me to smile.

"What?"

"You have something … right there." Kissing me again, we became wrapped in each other's embrace. "No. I missed it." We continued kissing until I stopped in, realizing where we were and everything.

'Don't think that your charm and the fact that your arm is now around my neck.'

"Is anyone else around?"

'Will get you in my pants, I'll have to kick your ass and make you never forget.'

"No. You don't have to worry about that. My parents are out doing there thing. It's cool that you're here."

'Did I not tell you that I'm not like that girl, the one who gives it all away?'

"So, this is what you've had planned out all along?" I looked around the room, feeling partially caught up in the moment and partially happy that I could see exactly where this was heading and stop it before it happened.

"Fareeza, I just want to make you happy." Mohammed pleaded, confused with why I changed my mind so suddenly.

"And sex is supposed to do that?" I almost screamed. When I started getting emotional like this, there was no stopping me.

"Sex? What does this have to do with sex?" Mohammed walked over to me, rubbing my shoulders softly. "I just wanted to make this special for you."

'Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you this time?'

"When a man and woman are alone in a closed room, Satan is the third party," I whispered absentmindedly. "You know, people warned me about you … how you were rude to Terri and everything. I should've known that you couldn't take this seriously."

"Fareeza, please."

"Just take me home."

"Fareeza--"

'Did you think that it was something I was gonna do, and cry?'

"You know I'm not easy. I'm not like those other girls, like Amy or even Emma. I don't do stuff like that and no amount of charm will change my mind, so just take me home!" I screamed disappointed that I had allowed this 'relationship' to get this far. Asking a teenage boy to commit to you and not have premarital sex with you was too much to ask, no matter what their religious background was.

"Just listen to me. I really care about you and you're completely over-reacting. I'll even call over some of my friends if you want."

'Don't try to tell me what to do. Don't try to tell me what to say. You're better off that way.'

"Yeah, so we can be doing it by the time they get here. Nice plan. Real nice." I grabbed my purse. "You're a real class act, you know. You really had me going."

"Just listen."

"See you." I slammed the door behind me and used my cell phone to call the nearest cab company. I was better off alone anyway.

'I'm better off alone anyway.'