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˗ˏˋ༻ʚKrystian's POVɞ༺ˎˊ˗

Krystian relaxed comfortably in the rear seat of the car as the driver easily drove past the massive school gate. A notification appeared on his screen, and he scowled slightly at the title. It was an article about an incident that had occurred at his school. The police in charge had conducted a news conference, and according to the article's headline, the man had declared it a suicide case.

"Suicide is the case," Krystian mumbled the headline before rolling his eyes and sighing. He had seen such articles before. He'd seen similar ones ever since the news conference was held.

Krystian had no idea what to think. Suicide? It made no sense, but he was pleased that it was finally over. First, he saw that horrible sight, and then, the police officers pouring into the school and questioning everyone in his class as if they were murderers. Hindering justice? Getting in the way of justice? He didn't want to think about what the policeman had said to him. Overall, he felt awful for Danielle and couldn't figure out what caused her sudden death.

Krystian stared out the window as the car came to a stop. It was pouring down rain outside, but he was glad he had his umbrella. After saying goodbye to his driver, he pushed the car door open. He didn't move out until he was confident that he had effectively opened his umbrella. Once under the umbrella's protection, he moved towards the main building, but not before a portable figure stormed in to block his route.

Despite her burning eyes and flared-up nose, Krystian couldn't help but feel as if time had stopped. He couldn't believe the person standing in front of him, let alone seeing that person in his school uniform. This wasn't a portrait; it was her in front of him. And the most pressing question in his mind was: Why?

"Apologise!" Her voice thundered, and he knew there and then that he'd messed up.

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I walked along the corridor seeking for Toyosi but couldn't find her. She was the head girl, which meant she could be in a thousand places at once. I had determined not to call her, but it now seems impossible. I pulled out my phone and went to my contacts. Toyosi's name was the first, as she had called me this morning, as she always did on school days.

"Hey Krystian," Toyosi whispered after answering. Whispered? My brow creased at that realisation. There was one place I hadn't checked. 

"Are you at the library?" I inquired, still standing in the centre of the hallway. A couple of boys from my class passed by and motioned for me to join them, but I declined by shaking my head.

"Yes, why?" Her voice dragged me back into the conversation. The library was not appropriate for the conversation I intended to have with her. Everyone would know with a single word from me. I needed an area that was noisy and enthusiastic. A place where we could speak without being scowled at.

"Are you that busy? Can we meet at the football field?" I asked cautiously. Toyosi, of course, didn't reply immediately. I knew she was busy, but knowing Toyosi, there was a chance she'd likely come to me. 

"Aren't you playing ball?" She questioned me over the phone, but I wasn't shocked. We were in our free period. Of course, she'd expect me to be on the field with the other boys from our class. Romeo strolled past, sneaking a glance at me before continuing on his way. I gave a scoff. I had no idea what his problem with me was, and to be honest, I didn't care. I couldn't believe we had once been friends. Good thing he was respectful on the football field.

"We've got practice last period; I don't want to waste my energy on some random play." That had never been an issue. But because I needed to speak to Toyosi, I had to sacrifice hanging out with the guys from my class. 

"Okay!" She chirped, "I'll meet you there." Her response didn't put me at ease. It made me feel worse. I didn't want it to sound like I was trusting an outsider over my best friend, but I'd given Delphine my word. It was better to talk to Toyosi myself than Delphine. 

I ended the conversation and turned around to face the football field. Surprisingly, the venue was not full with students from my class; just four to five girls sat on the benches, while the boys analysed the game's formation on the pitch. Even the guys who weren't playing preferred to stand near the field rather than sit on the bleachers.

"Krystian, aren't you playing?" Daniela turned, but I simply shook my head. "Why?" She whined. "We came to see you."

"You are seeing me," I replied dryly. 

"We came to see you play," another girl said. But I chose not to reply. "Hey, look, it's the weirdo."

I turned in the direction where the girls were gazing and realised they were referring to Ivie, who was simply walking across the field to the basketball court. She was carrying books, so I knew she was headed there to read.

"That girl too dey do like spirit," Daniela commented, and the other girls around her laughed. 

"Krystian," Matthias, a boy from my class, hollered before I could have the chance to say something to the girls. "Are you not joining us in the game?" 

"I'll pass!" I yelled so he could hear me. 

"Come on, na," he urged. "Your ankle is fine now—" he cut himself off, and I could tell why. Toyosi was walking over to the bleachers, drawing the attention of the majority of the players on the field. When I said the majority, I meant everyone except Romeo. He could care less about her presence.

"I can see why." Matthias smiled and nodded while giving me two thumbs up. He slowly moved further into the field, wriggling his brows at me. "I go love o."

"Stop saying nonsense and play your game," I said to him, not finding his statements entertaining. Matthias only chuckled and directed the boys to look at me and Toyosi as she approached me.

"I can't believe students are still shipping us together." 

"Someone should tell them we are the Titanic," I said dryly, staring at Toyosi. I noticed the anguish in her eyes. Was it because of my response? I had no time for this. The free period was about to end.

"Toyosi," I said slowly, looking over her shoulder and making sure the girls' attention was on the ongoing game. "How long have we been friends?" 

Toyosi chuckled at my sudden question. "Longer than I could remember. We are best friends, Krystian. Why are you asking that?" 

"Are you keeping anything from me?" It wasn't my intention to answer her question with a question, but it happened to be the only thing on my lips.

"Of course not," Toyosi said, looking perplexed. "I'm so busy with the responsibility of being a head girl, plus our CAT, mock, and external exams coming up. I don't have the time to have secrets, Krystian."

Toyosi looked uneasy, much after I had refused to say anything to her. I wasn't disappointed with her or anything; I was simply looking for the appropriate things to say to her. Words that didn't make it appear like I was accusing her of anything.

"What is it, Krystian?" She asked, her hands reaching to touch my arm. "You are scaring me."

"I won't blame you for keeping secrets. You are your own individual, and you are free to live your life however you see fit. But, of course, I'll have to say something if I see you moving in the wrong direction, Toyosi." I spoke softly to her. Softly so that the other girls won't hear us. "My mother will kill me if I'm not there to protect you."

"Krystian," 

I went for my phone in my pocket and quickly navigated to my Google Photos. After clicking on one of the photos Delphine had sent me, I moved my phone over to Toyosi. She held my phone tightly to look at the context, just to gasp in terror. "Oh my God!"

"Toyosi—"

"This isn't me!" She pushed my phone over to me like it was some burning hot device. "Who gave you that? Where did you get it from? I'm going to sue them for defamation!"

I looked around and noticed not just the girls, but the guys at the field had their heads turned to us in utter confusion. I closed my eyes with a sigh, then opened them again. If Toyosi continued with this tone, everyone would know about our conversation. 

"Calm down if you don't want others to know what we are talking about," I scolded harshly. 

"But this is baseless; that's not me." Toyosi shook her head, her eyes filled with tears. "Oh my God, what if this gets out? I won't only be killed by my mother, but the Internet will slander me daily."

"You are thinking too far," I said, pushing my phone into my pocket. Toyosi frantically moved and held my shoulders, her face turning red and her eyes filled with tears.

"That's not me in there, Krystian. You have to believe me. Someone who doesn't like me for some reason must have Photoshopped me. But why? I've done nothing wrong so far." She let go of my shoulders and sucked in air in an attempt to push the tears in."What am I going to do?"

I felt horrible seeing her in such a situation. I attempted to make my sentences simple because I was avoiding this, yet I still provoked such emotions from her. All this made me worry how she would have reacted if Delphine had interrogated her. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her close to me.

"You shouldn't get worried," My voice came out colder than intended as I stared at the ongoing game. Toyosi had her arms around my waist and her head resting on my chest. "I won't let anything happen to you."

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I entered Delphine's compound without much question from her security guard. Delphine most likely confirmed that I was a school friend during my last visit. Moving to the door, I pressed the doorbell on the side of the door frame and patiently waited for someone to answer. The door handle moved followed by the door, only for me to witness a familiar face. 

"Good evening. I'm Krystian, Delphine's classmate." I introduced myself while staring into her stormy eyes. I couldn't help but wonder what her issue was. She appeared delicate as if she was about to break at any moment. This wasn't her.

Danielle's sister usually dropped Danielle off at school, her beauty resonating with the scenery whenever she came down from the car to hug Danielle before the latter entered the building. She was popular among the male population, both students and teachers alike. This one time, I witnessed Mr. Obi almost tripping because he was staring too hard. Today, she looked very different. She felt so vulnerable, like someone had taken away her life's possessions.

Danielle's sister examined my uniform before hugging herself. "I don't think it's a good time; please come back later."

I saw how pale she looked. It wasn't like she was less beautiful; she just didn't have the aura she had back then. 

"Delphine asked me to be here." I wasn't sure if it was a great idea to be demanding, but I came to see Delphine, and I was certain Delphine didn't have an issue with seeing me. The lady in front of me paused for a second.

"Please wait." She softly closed the door, and I stood outside, patiently waiting. I didn't expect to wait for nearly three minutes, but I did. The door eventually swung open, and Delphine emerged, dressed in a flowing green robe that fully covered her legs. If I thought her older sister looked bad, Delphine looked far worse. Something did happen, but what exactly? 

"Hey, Krystian." She smiled—a smile that somehow didn't get to her eyes. "You came for my assignment, right? Here it is."

I declined the exercise book that was stretched out in front of me. "Is something wrong?"

Delphine appeared surprised by my question and cleared her throat. "What makes you think something's wrong?" She chuckled as she approached the couch. "I'm perfectly fine." 

"We both know that's a lie."

"Krystian—" 

"What's wrong?" I said, cutting her off. "I won't leave here until you tell me what's wrong. You and your sister look like a train wreck, and you're here claiming everything's fine. Who's going to believe that?" 

"Krystian, I don't want to argue with you." I noticed her shake her head. I couldn't see her face because of how buried it was in her hands. "I'm okay."

"No, you're not." I approached her and took a seat near her. I should've known . . . I should've known that if I kept putting pressure on her, she'd snap. But it was a risk I was willing to undertake. "Where's your uncle? Where is he to let two women in his care look like this?"

"Do not mention that man in our conversation," Delphine snapped, looking at me with bloodshot eyes. Something was wrong. 

"Did he—" It wasn't my nature to hesitate, but for some unknown reason, I wanted to be cautious with Delphine. I didn't want her to feel worse than she already felt. "Did he do something? To your sister?" Delphine shook her head, forcing my brows to furrow slightly before whispering. "To you?"

Delphine's eyes were an open book as she glared at me with anger and sadness. "Krystian, please stop."

"What did he do to you?" I found myself getting angry. "Where is he?" 

"In jail," Delphine answered immediately, as a tear rolled down her cheek. "He's in jail."

Her response wasn't enough to stop me from getting angry, but I had to act civil for her sake. "What did he do to you? Did he—" 

"Tried to." Delphine, though no longer looking at me, could tell what I was about to say. "He tried to. . . ." She dragged, not able to complete her words. "I'm fine."

"How can you be fine when you almost got raped?" I must have sounded ridiculous. Looked ridiculous. I was getting mad on her behalf. For what reason, exactly? Probably because what the man she called her uncle attempted to do to her was unethical.

A strange reaction erupted from Delphine. Seeing her laugh in this situation was worse than seeing her cry. She was trying to bottle up every emotion. Something that would have a long-term effect on her if she continued. 

"You know, I've always felt jealous of Danielle." Delphine glanced at me with tears in her eyes. Despite this, I could tell she was trying hard not to let it fall. "She was clever, gorgeous, and brilliant in a variety of positions. And now? I'm jealous she's dead."

"Delphine—" 

"Not new girl?" She tried to laugh it off with raised brows, then shook her head and sighed. "Being six feet under is better than what I almost experienced." 

"Nothing is better than being dead." I knew she was speaking with her emotions and not her head, but I wasn't going to sit and watch her speak ill of herself. "Delphine, look at me."

Delphine did. Her wet, red eyes met my gaze in silence. I reached for her hand, which was placed on her lap, and placed mine on top of hers. Delphine stared at my hand covering hers before meeting my gaze the second time. "You're smart, beautiful, and talented. You don't have to compare yourself with anyone."

She let out another chuckle as she tried brushing my words off. "You say that now, but I bet you don't mean it." 

"I mean it." My words came out colder and harsher than intended. Delphine remained silent as she looked at me with creased brows. What was I to say? I was probably tired of seeing her sell herself short. 

"Well," Delphine said, clearing her throat as she pulled her hands away. "Look at the bright side; he didn't have his way with me."

"That side isn't bright enough to look at." I needed to stop sounding vexed, but I wasn't sure how to. "Just because he didn't have his way with you doesn't mean you should act fine when you are not. I know you are not fine, Delphine. Crying isn't a sign of weakness, so you are free to let it out if you want to."

"It is," 

"It's not!" I sighed, closing my eyes momentarily. "What must I do to shut you up? It's okay to not be okay, and I'm not talking about the kdrama."

Delphine stared with a small smile on her face, and I could tell this was genuine. "You watch kdrama."

"My mum does," I shrugged. "And she won't stop talking about certain series even when I'm not interested. Sometimes I wish for a baby sis, not for me, but for my mum."

"Mhm." Delphine nodded. "I didn't know you were this sweet."

"I'm not," I didn't like the idea of us switching topics, but it had a better effect on her, so I decided to let it slide. "What's your sister's name?" 

"Why?" Delphine asked, playing with her fingers. "Do you like her?" 

"Older women aren't my preference." 

"She's just twenty-four." 

"Really? Maybe I should shoot my shot then." Delphine let out a genuine laugh, putting me at ease. 

"Her name's Deborah, but Danielle and I call her sis Debby."

"Debby?" She nodded. "So, between you and Danielle, who came out first?" 

"Me," she adjusted on the couch, to sit comfortably. "Why?" 

"Deborah, Delphine, Danielle . . ." I counted with my fingers. "So you three are like the Kardashians, but with a D."

"Stop!" she nudged me while laughing. "What's your aim today? To get my assignment or make me laugh?" 

I let out a shrug. "I can do both. How's your sister's fairing? Knowing her boyfriend . . ."

Delphine let out a small sigh. "I don't know. I try not to make her feel worried."

I gave a nod as I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. "It's perfectly normal for you and your sister to have that talk." My brows creased. "Who's this?" 

Delphine looked at my phone. I swiped to answer and placed the phone against my left ear. "Hello?" 

"Krystian!" My brows furrowed as I gazed at Delphine. Why did she call? Did she have a reason to call? We'd never actually had a conversation before, so this was unexpected and strange.

"Anita?" 

"I took your number from the class group chat," she quickly answered my unspoken question. "Are you busy?" 

I looked at Delphine. She had her English assignment opened, pretending not to listen. "Yes, yes, I am."

"Can you find time for me? I need to see you."

"For what reason, Anita?" 

"I can't say it on the phone, but it's really important." Delphine glanced at me, and I found myself contemplating. 

"Where are you?" 

"Groovy Lit. Are you coming? 

"This has to be important," I warned, then turned to Delphine once more. "I'll be there."

I ended the call, and at the same time, Delphine closed her exercise book. "Anita?" 

"She said she has something important to discuss with me." I placed the phone in my pocket. 

"Do you want me to come with you?" 

"What?" 

"Do you want me to come with you?" 

"I heard you the first time. No, you can't." Delphine seemed shocked at my response, then nodded silently. "How about you study for the upcoming CAT instead? Or talk to your sister. Running away from your issues doesn't make them go away."

"That's why you don't want me to come?" I gave a slight nod. "And here I thought I was invading some personal space. What's a CAT?" 

"Continuous Assessment Test" 

"Test?" Her eyes widened. "As in the midterm test?" 

"That's what a CAT is," 

"Why didn't you guys just use the word test?" She buried her face in her palms. "I'm not ready."

Her reaction earned a snicker from me. "You are brilliant, no matter how bizarre your brain is. I'm sure you won't struggle despite not opening your book."

"But still," I got up, and Delphine immediately did the same. I reached for her note and held it. 

"I should get going; it's getting late." I turned to leave but stopped. "You don't have to see me off. You look so frail that I fear you won't make it to the gate."

Delphine managed to scrunch her nose. "Bye, new girl."

I was expecting her to say something about me using that title, but she let it go. Good thing, because I wasn't sure I'd stop till I discovered something better.

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It was no surprise that Groovy Lit was crammed in both segments. Being the only one in uniform drew double the attention to me, but I ignored them as I approached the pool area. Anita was easy to find. She was reclining on a beach chair, wearing a black swimsuit, a wide brown hat and brown sunglasses as if the heat was blazing above us. Given that it was after six p.m., her dress seemed somewhat absurd. There was a guy beside her who was maybe a couple of years older than us. He appeared to be interested in Anita, and he was most likely asking for her phone number.

"Anita," I called out. Both she and the boy turned in my direction. She pulled off her glasses, completely ignoring the guy squatting beside her. 

"Krystian!" She frantically waved before standing up. The older man frowned at me as Anita got away. She came to a halt in front of me, her gaze fixed on what I was wearing. "Why are you still in your uniform?"

"Someone didn't give me a chance to go home before calling to meet up."

"But we closed hours ago?" 

I looked over her shoulder. "Don't you have company?" 

"Ignore him; he's just trying to get my number." She glanced back, then returned her gaze to me. "Why can't guys take no for an answer?" 

"What do you want, Anita?" I didn't come here for casual talks. Anita looked at both sides before nudging me to follow her. She led us to one of the huts, and we both sat opposite each other. 

"Do you want anything?" She asked, and I could tell she was trying her best to relax. "Orange juice, apple, watermelon? They serve the best fruit juice."

"What do you want, Anita?" I repeated. Her mouth hung midway for a few seconds before she shut it back. 

"I need to tell you something," 

"I'm aware," 

"Something serious," 

"Go on,"

"Very serious—" 

"Anita!" I snapped, "I didn't come to watch you fidget. I'm really hungry and in serious need of a shower. So if you aren't going to speak, I might as well leave."

"Okay! Fine, I'll speak." Anita quickly stopped me from getting up. "It's about World War Three going on between Ore and Delphine."

I watched Anita for a few seconds, then tilted my head to the side. "Did you call me here to exaggerate?" 

She quickly shook her head. "I just feel guilty for not stopping something before it escalated."

"What are you talking about?" I fought against the urge to touch my temples. Anita and I had never had cause to hold a discussion. I had no idea talking to her could be so annoying. Probably because I was tired, and also because she was not calm.

Anita leaned against the table. "It was fun at first, but now I pity both."

"And why would you pity both?" 

"The expulsion!" my brows knitted. Anita cleared her throat before getting up across from me and moving to sit right beside me. "I heard they were both expelled; is it true?" 

For someone known for gossiping by the majority of our classmates, Anita seemed not to know her facts. "And this was Toyosi's fault o. "

I pulled away from my thoughts, only to look at Anita in utter confusion. "What do you mean by Toyosi's fault?" 

Anita nervously looked behind her, as if to make sure there was no one listening. "Remember that pregnancy something they found in Delphine's bag?" 

"Don't tell me you had something to do with it."

"I did not!" She quickly disputed it. "That day, everyone was headed to the computer lab for Data Processing. I remembered taking my History notebook instead of the Data Processing notebook, so I went back to class to get the right one. Reaching there, I saw it."

I waited for her to speak, but all she did was look at me. "Saw what?" 

"I saw . . ." Anita looked sideways before leaning towards me to whisper. "Toyosi sneakily placing that pregnancy stuff in Delphine's bag."

"Did someone pay you to lie?" 

"Lie?" She was stunned by my words. "I'm not lying. Why would I lie?" 

I exhaled, resting my elbow on the concrete round table. "Let's say you are telling the truth. Why are you telling me this?" 

Anita sighed and readjusted on the concrete bench. "Because you're like the bridge. You're friends with Toyosi, and I've seen you close to Delphine on a few occasions. I had to tell someone, and telling you seemed to be the best option." 

Her words made no sense. I tried to rake my brain into what happened on our way to the computer lab. If Anita's words were right, then there must have been an opportunity that had presented itself for Toyosi to do what she did on that day. Looking at Anita, I got up.

"You're leaving?" She quickly asked, and I nodded. 

"Bye the way, Anita," she paused to look up at me. "Both got suspended for a week, not expelled."

It was at that moment that she knew she'd messed up if her expression was anything to go by.  Furthermore, her expression indicated that she was telling the truth, which made the situation even worse.

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The driver drove past the gate and parked at the main entrance. This was like my second home. My friends' homes; were like a second home to me. 

I got out of the car and walked to the door before ringing the doorbell. It was after seven, and I should have been driving home to apologise to my mother for arriving late. But since I will be punished regardless, I might as well go all out.

The front door opened, and one of the staff announced her presence. "Welcome, Mr. Krystian," she said, the same way she always does when I visit.

"Good evening, is Ore in?" I asked, pointing towards the stairs. 

"She's in her room, sir. Let me go get her." 

"It's fine; I'll go to her." I walked past the lady and towards the stairs. It seemed her dad and his fiancée weren't home. I strolled up the stairs and towards Ore's closed room door before knocking twice. 

"Whoever you are, go away!" I chuckled at her words. Ore was something. Knowing I was risking getting yelled at by my mom, I knocked again. I wasn't going to leave without seeing her. 

"I said you should—" The door opened, and Ore paused, her angry expression turning to that of utter confusion. "It's close to eight; why are you in your uniform?" 

I ignored teasing her about the first words that came out of her mouth after seeing me and pointed towards her room instead. "Can I come in?" 

"Are you asking that?" She turned and returned to her room, and I followed her, locking the door behind us. I moved deeper into her room and hopped into her bed, sighing in satisfaction at the comfort of her bed. "Remind me to burn that bed sheet tomorrow morning."

"When last did we four have a sleepover?" 

"Sleepovers are for kids," she dismissed bluntly. She moved over to her make-up table and sat on the chair in front of her desk mirror. I watched her bring out a lotion tube from the drawer and apply it to her face. "What are you doing here, Krystian? It's late, and you're in your uniform. Am I that important?" 

I scoffed, readjusting to a sitting position. "Come on, you're my best friend. I love you the most in the world."

"No, that's a lie," she said, turning in her chair to face me. "You share that love with . . ." She paused to count, then gave up. "A billion others if I decide to add your relatives from your mother's side."

That made me laugh, forcing her to scrunch her nose. "Why didn't you come earlier with Hymn and Toyosi? I heard coach Akpan was very mad today."

Toyosi.

Shaking my head, I focused on Ore. "He was."

"It's all that stupid girl's fault!" She slammed her hand on the table. "I didn't even execute the stupid revenge that I had in mind."

"What are you talking about? What about the purse incident?" 

Ore scowled at me, then rolled her eyes. "Would I be this upset that I got suspended? I wanted to take her to the cafeteria. I thought seeing her fall with her lunch would be a funny sight."

"What about the test strip?" 

"What test strip?" 

"The pregnancy strip?" I tried reminding her. "The one that fell off her bag the other day."

Ore rolled her eyes and face-palmed herself. "How many times will I tell you guys that I didn't do it?!"

"Can you stop shouting? I'm sitting right here."

"Well, I have to, so it can stick to your brain." She poked the side of her head. "Has it ever occurred to you that, that filth might be pregnant?"

"Don't call her names." 

"Here you are, defending her again." She turned to her table mirror to apply more lotion on her face. "Are you sure you don't like her or something?" 

"Ore—" 

"No seriously, because I don't understand this behaviour of yours again." She got up from her chair and then pointed at her chest. "I'm your best friend; you should be on my side. How sure am I that you didn't visit her first before coming here?"

I sighed, pulling my phone from my pocket. "Oh my God!" I looked at Ore. "You did!" 

I scoffed, "Ore—" 

"This friendship is over!" She made an 'X' sign with both hands. "Someone, bring in the contract; let me tear it up!" 

"You're overreacting; can you calm down?" 

"Don't tell me to calm down," she said, spreading her arms wide. "You were in the enemy's territory!" 

Looking at Ore, I couldn't help but laugh it off. I stood up and came closer to her before forcing her to sit on her bed. "What if I tell you that all this is some sort of misunderstanding?" 

"I don't care," she spat. "I never liked her."

Right.

I let go of her shoulders and lay on her bed while staring at the ceiling. "I do care about you, Ore. You are my best friend." I glanced at her. I came to tell her about Anita's confession, but I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. 

"Hey!" I nudged her, forcing her to look at me. "Have you done your English assignment? I can help you submit it to Kim tomorrow."

Ore smiled slightly as if she were daydreaming. "Hymn has already helped me with that." Of course. Ore probably saw she was beaming from ear to ear, so she forced herself to frown at me. "Better luck next time, fake friend."

"Ouch!" I pretended to be hurt while poking her. Ore shoved me off her bed, and I tumbled off, pretending to be stunned. She was well aware that I had allowed her to simply push me. But it doesn't mean I'd just let her get away with it. "You're so dead."

Ore soon hopped up from her bed, attempting to flee from me, with a small smile on her lips as I tried to chase her.

She wasn't the right person to talk to about Toyosi. 

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Hey guys, I'm finally back with another update. I know it has been has been a while since the last update. Those following me saw the reason for my lack of update.

I'm finally done with my Nysc camp, meaning I have little free time to update. I appreciate the fact that y'all didn't pressure me for an update. Updating from now on will be difficult cause of my busy schedule, but I'll try to update when I'm free.

What do you think about today's chapter? About Krystian, Delphine, Toyosi, and Ore?

Till next time!