The Hijabi's Best Mistake

👑Chapter 79👑 Ruin My Life

“So which one of y'all had to take a shit?” Majeed asked, backing out of the driveway.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“What?” Masoud asked, confused as he put his seat belt on.

“Well one of you had to be, or else I wouldn't be waiting in the damn driveway for 10 minutes.” Majeed said.

I shook my head. “You're an idiot”

“We actually took five minutes, I was looking at my watch the whole time,” Masoud said, pointing at his little plastic watch that came out of a kinder egg.

I couldn't help but giggle when Majeed rolled his eyes.

“5 minutes, 10 minutes, same ish.” Majeed shrugged.

I turned around to look at Masoud. “Please pay attention in math class, little bro. I don’t think you wanna turn out like Majeed one day,” I said.

“Allah (god) toba (God forgive me),” Masoud quickly said, scared.

I laughed as Majeed grumbled.

“You're talking about me like I'm not here,” he said.

“Oh don't worry, we know you’re here,” I said, taking my phone out of my pocket.

“When is Boba (dad) giving you your car back? Both of you are so annoying,” Majeed said with a smile.

“I'm a delight.” Masoud said from the back seat.

“You tell him, bro,” I cheered.

“I'm being serious, don't you want your car back?” Majeed asked.  

I sighed. “Of course I want my car back. Boba and I just resolved everything, I don’t wanna ask and make something rise upon us again.” I said.

I heard a little giggle in the back of the car as I raised an eyebrow.

I turned around and Masoud stopped laughing.

“Why are you giggling, Masoudy?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

He looked down. “I was not.”

“Yes, you were,” I said.

“Where's your proof?” He asked, crossing his arms.

My tongue clicked in my mouth as I smiled. “Majeed is my witness,” I said.

“Didn't you hear him laugh?” I asked, turning to Majeed.

“Sure did.” Majeed smirked.

“He giggled as if he knew something,” I said towards Majeed, as if Masoud wasn't there.

“He knows something that we don't,” Majeed added.

“Touchè, brother.” I said.

“So Masoud, spill, or I'll make you spill.” I spoke sweetly.

“I don't think I should be telling you this…” He said.

“Hmm, and I don't think I should taking you to Betty's after school, but then again, I won't if you don't spill.” I said.

“Ice cream is my weakness,” he whispered to himself as Majeed laughed.

“Fine, I'll tell you, but I want two sundaes at Betty's,” Masoud finally said.

“One sundae and one popsicle.” I said.

“Deal,” he mumbled.

“I overheard Boba saying that he was gonna give you your car back this week,” Masoud proudly said.