Bring It On!

Chapter 3: "Define Guy Problems"

So that was how I had ended up sitting here, on a Sunday afternoon, my feet aching from the heels I was wearing, and the party had only just started. "Why are you not dancing?" I turned to find Yasmines cousin Sarah standing, hands on hips, staring at me with a disapproving look. "Let's get one thing straight. You do not, and I repeat, DO NOT come to an Algerian party and NOT dance! It's wrong! It's Criminal! Unjust!"

I had been introduced to Sarah right before the party while I was getting ready in Yasmines room, and so far I really liked her. She resembled Yasmine ALOT with her long curly hair that reached pass her shoulders and nearly to her hips. With her dark olive coloured skin and her kohl covered brown eyes, she looked like an Egyptian princess. Not to mention she was fun, as in lets-get-the-party-started type of fun.

"No way in hell could I dance like you guys. I mean is it even humanly possible? Belly dancing is NOT my forte, sorry."

"Don't be ridiculous! Get your ass on the dance floor and shake your hips, it looks a lot harder than it is." Before I knew it, she was grabbing me by the hands and pulling me towards the Arabian decorated living room, out to the patio. It was a small space, and the packs of people made it seem even smaller, but the guest didn't look bothered in the cramped space. Many were seated on the chairs and tables we had set out before hand, drinking tea while talking to each others, words from 4 different languages populated the air as others dance to the music in the small space left out at the front, right in front of the stage the bride was suppose to sit. 

Sarah dragged me into the crowd, throwing her arms in the air and shaking her hips to the music, and before I knew it so was I. I was probably terrible, looked like a total idiot, but I didn't care. A little boy came out of no where and started tugging on Sarah’s dress, so she scooped him into her harms and continued to dance, the child on her hip bouncing in her arms. It was lovely.

By the end of the evening, most of the people had left, and the rest of us were seated in the living room, looking a mess. I was lying on the floor, and a fancy red pillow tucked behind my head, heels off and about to doze off.

"So what are you planning on doing about Ash tomorrow?" Yasmine said from beside me. I growled and turned to face her, instead I met her feet. I lifted myself on my elbows to look at her.

"Absolutely Nothing. I. Don't. Care."

 "What are you two talking about?" Sarah hand plopped herself off the sofa and joined us off the floor.

"Noth-"

"Mia’s is having guy problems"

"OOOOH! Define guy problems. Did he cheat on you? Cause I know a few cousins that wouldn't mind 'talking' to him. If you know what I mean" She gave me a wink, the evil smile apparent on her face was kind of disturbing.

"Not that kind of guy problems," I sighed, in turn giving Yasmine a dirty look "and really it's nothing. Just assholes being assholes." I laid back, trying to relax again.

"She got into the schools bad boys hit list."

"YASMINE!" I cried out, trowing a pillow in her face. Only then did I realized that the room had gone quiet and that everyone was listening in.

"Thats trouble." Someone across the room said, and the rest joined in.

"What did you do?"

"How bad is it?"

"Hamara"

"Asshole how?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Is he hot?"

"Okay everyone SHUT UP!!" Sarah screamed and I sighed in relief. "Define 'Bad Boy'"

"Well....Math class is non-existent? He and his stupid army of d0uche-bags turn the class into hell. Every time its something different, you never know what’s coming."

"I heard he sent someone to the hospital with a broken spine, now they're paralyzed, and with his records of fights, drugs and gangs, it's probably true." said Yasmine her eyes closed as if she was asleep.

"PSHHH I'm not scared of him, and half of that is probably just rumors he made himself, he WANTS everyone to be scared of him."

"I don't know Mia, boys like that don't need to start rumors, one look and people can tell." Sarah said looking at me worriedly, "and if you are in his 'hit list' as Yasmine said-"

"Oh trust me she is" inserted Yasmine.

"-then you need to get out of it, and if you can't then be ready, Hun, cause he's not going to give up."

I looked around the room and was met with a roomful of girls nodding back at me.

Well. F*ck. Me.

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Firstof all, I won't be updating unless i get a sign that my story is being read. I don't see the point, i'm obviously still writing though :P. So if you reading, COMMENT or VOTE, or something so i know :) and chapter 4 will be put up. THANKS!

Haha found the perfect picture for this chapter! Leila Bekhti as Yasmine ---->

And just so happen she's at a wedding. I think. I don't remember the movie too much. It was a long time ago, okay?!

Moving on, She IS a French/Algerian actress, but lets all imagine she speaks English, and who knows she might. Not that it's important, it's just and idea of what Yasmine looks like. I'm talking alot, I'll stop now.