She looked up to the owner of the voice that just asked her a question.

It belonged to the person who caused her turmoil.

Folarin Bakare.

"Do you have one?" He asked again, this time in a strained tone with an annoyed look on his face. For some reasons, with some being more obvious than the others, this annoyed her. She debated on whether to ignore him or give him a nasty answer, but she decided to just ignore him.

She turned her head, then put it on the desk and closed her eyes. To be frank, it was quite childish of her.

He rolled his eyes. "You could have just said no," he retaliated before leaving her side.

'Who the hell does he think he is to get an answer from me?' she thought.

People who had noticed the scene started to comment on it.

"Why is she so rude?" One of her classmates said.

"Who does she think she is? She is a bitch," another classmate said.

"She feels on top of the world just because she has good grades," another interjected.

"But in reality, she is so lonely. She has no friends," they all laughed.

"Maybe it's the lack of human interaction that didn't allow her to know how to answer a simple question," another said, and they all continued laughing. Nóma could care less about what they say about her; it didn't matter.

'Shouldn't the literature teacher be here by now?' She thought.

"She could have just said yes or no — really, is she so damn stupid?" another one said, and they continued laughing.

"I hope our dear Fola has gotten his pen," one of them said.

"Yes, he has!" another classmate replied.

It was clear that all of them were trying to get under her skin, but they didn't know how ruthless Nóma was. She didn't care.

"You guys stop it; she is feeling bad. She is my friend, I don't like it," said Dara, a classmate who knew both parties from their early days. She always saw Nóma as a friend, but the feeling wasn't mutual. She saw Dara as a zit that refuses to go, no matter how much product you apply to it. Dara was quite talkative back in the day, and she had a huge crush on Folarin. She never allowed Nóma to rest about it. It even got worse when he left the country. She became delusional.

"Hey, don't mind them," said Dara, trying to comfort her as a friend.

"Don't you have a seat? What are you doing here? You are bothering me." Dara was too stunned to speak. She felt betrayed, and she felt her eyes starting to well up, but she didn't let it fall.

"Ah, didn't we tell you? She is so bitter, I can't with her," a classmate said, and they all started laughing — well, except for Dara, of course.

"Why is there so much noise from this class? Can't you all sit and read your book?" the literature teacher asked, looking quite furious, then she started the class.

Nóma was back home, and the thought of what happened this morning flashed in her head. Nothing of any sort has happened to her when she was in junior school, not that it mattered to her anyway, but it added to her theory about Folarin being her jinx.

Long before this morning incident, her classmates had always respected her, or at least didn't bother her. She always had peace because no one tried to interact with her, and they all gushed about how smart she was, which gave her an ego boost. Until this morning, they hadn't dared to show their displeasure towards her snobby attitude.

She is a terrible person to her classmates; she never thought decently about any one of them or acted decently towards them either. She would always ignore their questions or any form of interaction between them.

She always felt she was better than them, and every association that would come with. She had a typical diva behaviour. Most people would guess that it would be because she was rich or she was smart or she was pretty, but it wasn't really any of these. She had just suffered from pride and ego on nothing. She doesn't have a valid reason to be proud but she is. It came natural to her to look down on people, and it really didn't paint her in the right picture. His return gave them an edge to talk to her like that, at least that was what it looked like.

She had come to an end of her after-school routine and started to do her homework and read some books, school books that is. After two hours of studying, she checked the time. It was 19:32, and she decided to pick up her phone and continue writing the chapter she promised to upload. She wrote for approximately 30 minutes, then she received a notification.

3 new messages from @wordsarewritten

She decided to click on it.

Hiii
I have a crazy question for you
Could we be friends?

Nóma stared at the screen in disbelief. Was she really going to befriend a stranger? Hell yeah, especially when she is a big fan of their work.

Of course we could!

She was so stoked about this. But why was she eager to befriend a stranger than the people around her that she could see?

Oh, great.
I thought you were gonna say no 😊
I'll chat you later, friend!
P.S. I am still awaiting the next chapter.
No pressure.

Of course.

She continued to write for the next hour and a half, and finally uploaded it before she slept off.

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Who are your online friends on watty? I would reveal mine in the next chapter!