I've tried to analyze the meaning of new knowledge according to Amir, and I ended up concluding that it was ashamed of me, and that even as a friend, she would not accept me then why are we doing a pseudo relationship, which was formulated in my head?
The next day, after having woken up to 16h, identified as a monster, and hair scattered in all directions like satellites, I found a text message waiting for me on my cell from my so-called girlfriend "Hi Yasmine, I do not want see you or you call me, to god. "
was clear at least, she passed me on the same plate. And I do not know, I was not moved or affected by his texting. This may be due to the fact that I adapted the rules of his dirty game of sadism, which may also be because deep down I knew she did just to annoy me, or see me suffer for a while then she would hug me with a big smile and tell me it was just to test if you like me or not.
stupid as thought, but that was the case anyway. Three days later, I was with my two friends to the North Star, it was about 18h. And she was sitting with his band of losers, around the same table. As a police officer reasoned, she kept watching me. Then as she saw me laughing and laughing with Cyrine and Nawras, she arose and approached us.
- Hi, girls.
Cyrine, sipping his juice, did not even bother to watch it. Nawras, meanwhile, which was lacking all the time, since it never had a girlfriend, drew a pleasant smile and said.
- Hi, Amira, cava?
Then a violent kick, the trampling on the part its neighbor, calm and even managed to silence it. As I was the one not to make the slightest gesture, she bowed her back a bit to meet my eyes and said, grabbing my chin.
- Cava, Yasmine?
Plotting a fake smile, "I muttered.
- Yes, cava, thank you! She injected
Cyrine a bad look and continued, lowering his voice.
- Get up, we need to talk.
Cyrine, said nothing but his eyes told me so mad not to move.
- What do you want to Amira? I said, trying to stay calm.
- Get up and you'll know what I want.
Shaking my shoulders, I whispered with my stubbornness.
- No, c'mon, before my friends.
In fact, I expected it begged me even more, like maybe a last chance to boost my morals at the sight of my mates. But she dropped her chin, and said, stepping back.
- Ok, as you want, it's not worth it!
And turned back to his buddies. Nervous, Cyrine purpose of his glass of juice and cried.
- What a bitch, how you manage to bear it?
Sipping the rest of my juice with a little noise, I muttered.
- With paracetamol and sometimes Doliprane. She laughed and said
to tease me.
- Be careful, I do not want you to be a junkie for pharmaceuticals.
- No, man! "I said laughing, unable to control my eyes, which betrayed me by searching.
What becomes unworthy when you fall in love. Even after what she did to me at the police station, a secret I kept for myself, without revealing it to my two buddies, I could not stop loving. It certainly was sadistic and I think I on my part I was masochistic.
It's true that I suffered a lot of permanent hostility, but somehow that spice up our relationship. Very complicated as the situation is not it?
That was all that occupied me in my little life as a lesbian, my ups and downs with my girlfriend straight until the day I met a beautiful girl, the girl that everyone dreamed of out with the myth.
The first time I saw her was at the North Star. She came with a guy, bald with a mustache. It was his best friend, with whom she was hanging all the time, but he was not gay but if. A real lesbian, (the beginning, like every lesbian, she hid his sexual identity, but after She had no further discomfort be displayed as proud of his homosexual lifestyle particularly) a committed feminist, a journalist and a blogger known weight, with the thorny debate and turning all about homosexuality in Tunisia .
was a myth in the eyes of small lesbians vulnerable and shy, a strong woman who has character. Her name was Inez, and she was 27 years. She was not beautiful, but very charming. She had charm when she spoke, when she smiled and even charming when she got angry.
She was simply magnificent. Just by looking, chatting, laughing and smoking, it gave me great pleasure but also calmed the beast of love that tortured me and kept buzzing in my ear, asking me to get up to ask forgiveness of Amira as if I offending me. This girl unwittingly gave me the strength to resist unhealthy love getting weaker.
And it was also the lesbian most bothered by the patients, who were holding for defendants of sexual identity, naturally, against the perverts, who wanted vermin, they say, kill the good die, rooted in religion.
Once one of his enemies, like a lot of guys do, was actually spent for a girl. He even went so far in his pathetic game, asking a girl to call him by phone and camera show on MSN, so that she begins to trust him.
And even dared to invite him for a coffee. D-Day came, and the daughter with whom she talked for days turned out the guy in question. He pretended to be kind, understanding, but not long in saying that homosexuality is prohibited, or prohibited and severely punished by Allah, and the State, as if she did not. And he added would love to go out with her. Ines
therefore, remained very calm, very smiling. It was one of the stories she told assiduously to any new friends, including me. That day, she went, and at night he sent a text message to tell him she accepted his offer with great joy.
The next day the man was the place where she asked him to wait. In a park in Tunis, but it was not she who had come to the tip-off, my two guys, two thugs, that were to break his face.
In short, the girl was unbeatable and most unpredictable. Another story she told me, was that of a virtual enemy, who kept insulting him and saying hurtful remarks on his blog. Worse, it was so stupid to not find anything to argue his hatred towards homosexuals than to use big words, he clapped as he breathed.
It was his commentator, number one, the only one who never missed any of his posts. But since he did not know who he was dealing, she conducted her own research on the guy who turned a young student in the faculty of psychology of Tunis: a guy who has paid dearly, especially that it was discovered its coordinated its name, and was shocked and decided to make his life hell for weeks, until he came to ask forgiveness in front of everyone.
But the story that struck me the most but mostly made me laugh the most was one that I assisted with my own eyes, the first day I saw him in the cafeteria.
She was the heroine of this story with Abdelmadjid comic. Me on my part, I had an eye on her and the other on the chosen of my heart, that was his bitch with Hikmet, and Ines meanwhile, smoking a cigarette and told her best friend, Bilel.
And suddenly, the sudden entry in the manner of a bull in a bullfight, Hana, attracted the attention of everyone at the North Star.
crying her eyes rolling around, grabbed her hand Hana aggressively and cried.
- Why hast thou done this? Astonished
like us, Ines, open your eyes and cried.
- Cava not? my arm loose.
- Not until you tell me why you have not called back! Abdelmajid shouted, wild with rage.
- What? and crushing his cigarette in the ashtray, Hana cava?
- Not at all! Hana went, leaving droplets jumping from his lips, and sprinkle the poor Bilel FIG to what the poor man can open his eyes so he was the victim of a violent downpour.
more Intimidated by the looks, confining him everywhere, Ines stood up, quickly wrapped himself in his jacket and left the cafeteria. Furious, Hana, followed by running, but she was not alone in doing so. Two thirds of the people, being in the cafeteria, they did, leading them to me, my two buddies and the group of losers, Amira. Who does not attend a fight girls? Three
not the portal of the North Star, Hana, in a poor psychological state, stopped him by pulling his leather jacket.
- You will not get out of it like that my big!
Gritting his teeth with rage, yelled ines.
- Enough scandal to the world, loose my jacket.
- Why you do not want to go out with me? Hana said, crying harder and harder.
- But stop whore, you want me ashamed of my life or what?
Hana, as it mocking the twenty persons, assistants to the brawl on the sidewalk, near red light went on, a hysterically.
- I love you Ines! I'm crazy about you!
Crimson, Ines, tried in vain to get rid of the standoff Abdelmahid.
- You're sick!
Another increasingly distracted and carried away by the tide of his feelings.
- Ines you Please, give me a chance, I love you.
could no longer bear the scandal in public, his hand began to tremble, then an excess of anger, she rose and made a thunderous free-fall on the cheek of Hana. A slap
historic and memorable, which since that day provoked laughter whenever qu'Abdelmadjid penetrated the North Star. During
Over time, I followed Ines away by pressing the pace, and Hana, crying harder and harder as a girl abandoned by her mother, a hand fell on my butt boldly. Ashamed, I turned my head, thinking it was a guy, enjoying the crowd, to let his hand wander at his ease. But to my surprise, it was Amir who smiled at me and circling me with his arms at me whispering in her ear.
- I want you!
I did all a U-turn, his heart beating so hard to explode and I asked frustrated.
- Pardon?
She kissed me, Express near my lips to turn me on, then continued with a smile.
- You've been listening. Then moving towards the car of her father that she borrows from time to time, you coming or not?
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