"I always knew that I am a celebrity in the making." Zimuzor couldn't stop feeling himself after I told him about someone asking about him. It even escalated when I told him it was a girl.

"That's just it. I attract pretty girls." He boasted and I just shook my head at him. "Like Tweet?" I asked with a mischievous smile playing on my lips.

A pang of guilt engulfed me, completely. I was mocking an innocent girl that wasn't even here. And I even claim that she's a friend. "What do you mean by that?"

The look on his face wasn't a funny one. Like, did I piss him off? Was it me setting Tweet as an example of his type of pretty girls? Or was he mad at me for throwing some shades at her? I couldn't discern.

"By what?"

He frowned. "I actually dated Tweet for like...a month before she left. And it was idiots like you that made her leave. What's just wrong with people and picking on other peoples imperfections?"

To say that I was surprised, is an understatement. I was shocked. "She left because of family issues not me or anyone else."

He laughed dryly. "That's what she told you but that is definitely not what it is. You guys were eighty percent the reason why she left Standard High. And of course, she didn't tell you the exact truth because you were definitely worse than those that actually spited her. You neither liked nor defended her. You laughed at her plight then, didn't you?"

"I can't believe you dated Tweet? No one knew..... Were you ashamed of her? Are you..."

He cut in. "Shut up, Kaima. Let's just change this topic cause it's driving me nuts."

"You don't tell me Shut up. You were also the main reason why I was treated like trash till this SS3 when things began changing. So you are not in any situation to talk to me that way." I left his room which we were in.

My heart pounded as a feeling I couldn't discern surged through me and momentarily rendered me useless.

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"Are you still mad at me?" Adanna blocked my way as I wanted to leave the class. It was getting all stuffy and I wanted to take a stroll around.

"Excuse Me," I maintained my cool, inhaling deeply and biting lightly on my bottom lips.

"I'm sorry!" She blurted out.

I feigned confusion. "Sorry? Did you steal my bf?"

"God! Please Kaima don't make this anymore difficult for me. It's not like I'm really at fault. Everything I did was for your own good." Adanna uttered and I watched her with an amused look.

"You broke up our friendship for a guy that barely acknowledges you as my friend. And now that I'm back with Dindu, you are still where you are." I reminded her.

"Its enough rubbing more salt to my injury. All I am doing is apologising to you!"

"No." I pushed her away gently and walked out of the class. I didn't bother turning to see her reaction cause I knew that it would be nothing but pure annoyance.

It was all her fault.

And though I badly wanted her back as my friend, I still wanted her to know how wrong she acted previously. She was meant to be there for me when I had issues with Dindu. Not telling me shit.

Now I could see the reason why most girls usually hang around guys more than their fellow girls.

And to think that I even counted on her as a...

"Stop there, Golden!" My face morphed into a deep frown as I paused, walked on a bit and then paused again before whipping my head to the direction of that voice and hissing out loud.

Why wouldn't they learn? Nobody had the fucking right to call me my first name, save only my loved ones. And Mr Stanley, here, the new corp member that was transferred to our school as teacher, was definitely not an exception.

"Golden, can you enlighten me with the reason you would hiss when I call you." Mr Stanley, the young man that was definitely in his mid twenties asked me, riling me up the more.

He was well known for womanizing and flirting with both junior students and single female teachers. And the fact that I have no idea how he got to know my name, pissed me off the more.

For goodness sake he wasn't my teacher. He was the business studies teacher of the junior students and then the accounting teacher of the senior students.

"Sir please stop calling me that!" I dared to confront him, with a deep frown etched on my face.

He looked amused with my reaction. But he would soon know better, if he thinks that I'm some cute thing. "What? Isn't that your name or are you just acting unnecessarily cute?"

"I'm lost, Sir. How am I acting cute?" I asked, irritatedly.

"Nothing. Can I have...uh...your number? You know, to help you in your..." He stuttered as he tried fixing up words.

"And why will I need your help? If at all, your help is genuine, then you can help me with anything academic related in school. But then, I'm not an art student." I blurted out.

"Look, Golden..."

"Point of correction, Sir! No one calls me by that name. And don't bother with asking for my number anymore, or else you want the principal to hear of this gibberish you are spitting out." I voiced out nonchalantly. The little respect I had for him, disappearing into thin air.

He was taken aback. "Hey, I just followed the advice of my colleagues who encouraged me to talk to you since you have been a little temptress to me, nowadays." How more shameless could he be?

I was ashamed on his behalf and I was over saturated with anger. "Sir, I have no idea of what you and your colleagues talk about me but you must learn to respect yourself." I hissed again and turned to walk on.

"But you haven't told me what to call you?!" He yelled after me.

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"Spin the bottle, bro. Yeah! It's my turn to ask." Chelsea smiled mischievously as she cracked her finger bones and sat up more than she already did.

"You seem more excited than everyone in this place." Nelson noted and she rolled her eyes. Some of the bored b class members had come over to play the devils mail box game in our class.

"What type of girl do you want to date, Teddy?" She stared expectantly at him.

"I'm already in a relationship." He answered, with less enthusiasm. And the look on everyone's face was pure diamond. As our shocked expressions was clearly visible. "And who is that lucky bitch?" Chelsea nearly whispered as she seemed to be the most shocked.

"Me." With dull eyes and a bored tune, Amarachi answered dryly.

"My turn," The voice of Teddy got me back to reality. I had immediately jerked my head away from my boyfriend's shoulder as what happened, had happened.

Just Wow!

"Obinna when are you going to ask Naomi out? Or there is no such plans?" Teddy directed his questions to our set head boy.

"Eh...we are just...you know...friends with benefits." He replied.

Naomi turned immediately and faced him with lasers nearly shooting out of her eyes. "You and Who?"

He scratched the back of his head. "We." He demonstrated.

"God forbid you boys!" She pushed her chair back and wreathed out of the class, with her waist shaking and ass bouncing up and down.

"What is going on at the back of this class? What's the clustering of the tables and making of that circle, all about?" Mrs Beauty's voice made most of us almost jump from our chairs. We were startled.

"Arrange your seats. And those who aren't part of this class should better leave." Someone hissed at this statement of hers and she got riled up as she now ordered us to get on our knees.

"Who hissed?" She asked. "Nelson and co join them and get on your knees!" The b class also carried our cross with us.

I was personally agitated. Why would someone hiss at such a moment like this? Especially when it was Mrs Beauty, our understanding form teacher, that was being hissed at. And it might even be one incomplete human being like that.

Just then Idara entered our class and tried stepping back as soon as she saw Mrs Beauty inside our class, and her classmates kneeling down. She must had come to join our game only to lo and behold this.

"Join them, Idara!" Mrs Beauty transferred her aggression to the frustrated young girl.

"While you guys are still on your knees, I will proceed with my initial intention of entering this class." My class form teacher stated. "Have you guys chosen the colour of your graduating wear?"

"No," We muttered.

"I am just from the Principal's office and he had a similar conversation with me. In his own words, I should choose the colour if you guys are yet to chose any." She let out.

"So now," She continued. "I'm giving you guys three seconds to make your choice. And if not, I will proclaim mine."

"Three!" The countdown began. "Two!!"

"Grey!" An idiot shouted and just then, the countdown finished and no one could counter that useless response.

I couldn't even imagine myself in a grey gown.

"Grey, it is." Mrs Beauty concluded in a tune of finality. And the whole class wanted to devour the person that gave that response.