A/N:

Omoh chapter nineteen already?! Am I dreaming?! I get shocked every time we get to the next chapter 🤣. Omoh. So, like this chapter twenty is next? Mad 😭🔥✨

And we're fast approaching 2k readsssss! Omoh... I can't recover from this shock because I never saw myself here😔❤️✨. Isn't God such a great being 🥺💫?

Give it up for my daddy in the skies😗✨

So let's talk business. How are you guys?!😗 And also, thank you so much for sticking with me so far 🥺✨💕. It means a whole lot ❤️🔥. God bless you guys ✨

This author's note is for thanks giving 😂💔, let's talk business at the end of the chapter 😗💕

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Song for this chapter is LOVELY by BILLIE EILISH🤭✨. Enjoy😗💕

~19 - FUCK THIS°

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“I can't do this anymore...”
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~Emeka

The continuous ringing of my phone had me groaning out in disgust and frustration. I tried to
get it from the bedside table without getting my head from the pillow, falling off somethingʼs in the process.

By the time I was able to pick up the phone, it hadstopped ringing. I glanced at the screen.

Best guy😤💙

Guy, come online now!

I dragged out a long hiss, staring at the message unable to fantom why someone would be calling me at seven in the morning just to tell me to come online.

I sat up on my bed, resting my back on the headrest, turning on my mobile data.

The way notifications came in had me wondering what could have happened so early in the morning to have classmates who were supposed to be preparing for school, sending so many messages on the WhatsApp group chat for the entire set.

Even Twitter and instagram were buzzing in notifications.

I stared at the screen, trying to decide which app to check out first.

What could have happened that had Emeka calling me so early in the morning just to tell me to come online? God abeg...

I clicked on the green icon to see that Iʼve been tagged multiple on the group chat. Whatʼs going on abeg?

MHS SS3 set 2020/21

08094****13
So, like this, their relationship don scatter?

I felt my breath hitch in the throat as I stared at the message on my screen.  It can't be us they're talking about, it can't...

I couldn't finish. The next message I saw had me swallow the breath hitched in my throat, feeling it hit the pit of my stomach with so much force that shocked me.

08054****67
Bro, it was bound to happen eventually. Relationship that felt forced. Everybody knows the model  could never settle for so little. She finally got tired and dumped his ass. I like😂👍🏽

And more messages...

09137****69
I feel pity for the guy Sha... Maybe he thought he'd be famous. Bruh didn't even get a single post on IG on valentine's. God forbid abeg😂💔. Like say person dey beg for love😒

Best guy😤💙
Make una rest abeg. Don't you have things to do? Matter wey no concern your papa!

07068****39
Wetin this mumu dey talk?

09021****70
Leave am. His supporting his best friend. No be crime.

08050****42
Ahn? No be this guy wey dey use iphone thirteen be this? Make una leave am make he talk anything wey he wan talk. Na boss be that!💪🏾🔥

And that's how they diverted to a conversation of how Davido and a student of MHS were using the same phone. Hailing and calling him boss.

I moved to Twitter, against my will.

I scrolled through my notifications before finding one that says I was tagged by Amarachi on a post. I clicked on it and couldn't believe what my eyes beheld.  

It was a picture of Sandra and I, a few weeks back, at the garden at school. One of my hands around her waist, the other one cupping her cheek, giving her a peck on the other cheek. She, on the other hand, was fiddling with her bracelet, grinning from ear to ear.

For a moment, I paused to look at how happy we both were in that picture before realizing that there wouldn't be anything like that again.

It's all over, she's done with me.

And it hurts like a bitch!

Then the caption:

MHS HOTTEST GIST:
TEEN MODEL @slim_toyo WHO APPARENTLY WAS IN A HIDDEN RELATIONSHIP WITH @martinemeka ENDS THE RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM.

SOURCES REVEAL THAT HAD TRIED TO FORCE HIMSELF ON HER, HENCEFORTH GETTING SERVED COLD BREAKFAST 💔

Comments flooded her page...

@sholakenz
Finally!🥱 I don tire for all these relationship people.

@slayqueenisme
She was bound to leave him in the end. The guy no be her class.

@oluwatumise440
So she like refused to do the do after doing it multiple times with that basketball captain guy😹💔. Na WA. Wetin we no go see for MHS?

@hey_itsme
@oluwatunmise440 I even heard she spent the night at Austin Chika's place. Shebi na this Saturday wey pass?

I felt my chest burn in anger as I stared at the post.

@deyplay54_
Make una rest abeg. That girl can't take a d*ck. Una want make she break?😹🤣😭

Yes Twitter is filled with different species of mad people, but then again, I still get shocked at the level of madness because wetin be this?

I don't know why I continued to read the comments, but I did.

@feministic!_
How are y'all ignoring the fact that this guy tried to force himself on her? Attempted rape? Y'all are sickos for real!💀🙂👍🏽

Ah! God abeg ooo. Wetin be this one?!

@delena_myboy
Aunty feminist abeg rest. You seff know say @amaraasonye01 dey carry fake news. Las las everything go be cruise.

I exited the app, took deep calming breaths before saying my prayers and then rushing into the bathroom.

"Good morning, Dad," I greeted as I got to the foot of the stairs.

He had his back to me, news paper in hand as he took a sip from his coffee mug before clearing his throat and answering me with a low hum.

What more did I expect?

I got into the kitchen to make myself a cup of hot chocolate and toast when his voice had me halting in my steps.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Cold. The only word that could describe his tone of voice.

"Sir, I'm going to make breakfast," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh really?!" His extremely high pitched tone reeked of sarcasm causing my insides to churn.

"So you want to eat breakfast, ehn? Chukwuemeka?" I cringed inwardly when he called out my name in full.

I didn't respond.

"Your words, young man," he didn't have to shout, the disgust and anger could clearly heard in his voice.

"Yes, sir?" My reply ended up coming out as a question because I was unsure of what exactly to say.

"What did you score in the first test, chemistry, biology, physics, math and English?" He dropped his news paper this time and those small black dotted eyes peered into mine, before going all the way down to my feet, then coming to settle on my hair, then meeting my gaze again.

That scrutinizing once over had my feet rooted to the ground, limbs frozen, like iced water was poured on me, heartbeat racing st a pace that scared the shit out of me.

I was terrified.

"Are you mad? Are you deaf?" Again, he didn't have to shout. He sounded cool, but I knew better.

"I banged them, sir," I dared to utter and the low chuckle that escaped his lips had chills running down my spine.

"You banged them?" He  asked as if to be sure of what he heard.

"Yes, sir," I replied, averting my gaze to the ground as his peircing gaze was getting more uncomfortable by the second.

"Actually, it's the audacity for me. You stand there opening your mouth to tell me you banged all your tests?! Yes, proud dad moment indeed!" He scoffed.

"What did I expect anyways, it's always been like this. You've never brought home a good result. It's always the 'come with your parents' or suspension letter." He let out a scoff-like laughter, before dragging out a long hiss and standing up from his chair.

"No breakfast for the next two months and I mean it. Now tuck in that your shirt properly and comb that your nonsense jagajaga hair." He gave me a look of disappointment before picking up his keys from the table.

"Meet me in the car, I'm dropping you off." He started to walk off, but paused like he remembered something.

"And you're grounded, for two months, and I'll be driving you to school and back. I want you to stay clear from my cars untill the span of two months elapse." He told me with all the seriousness enveloped in his voice and without turning around to look at me.

"Olodo, and he wants to be flexing with my cars? Tch!" He muttered more to himself as he walked out of the house.

School was nothing out of the ordinary. The usual people walking hurriedly to their classes, backpacks slinged over their shoulders, discussing with a person or two as they made their way to their various blocks.

Then, I joined in. After all I'm one of them.

I tried not to die of all the daggers and stink eyes being thrown at me as I walked down the hallways, trying to navigate my way through the multiples of classmates that were hanging around.

I could clearly see people point in my direction, clearly hear them talk shit about me. Like bruh, there wasn't any single being here that cared if I could clearly catch in on their conversations.

It was serious like that.

I fiddled with the strap of my bag that was over my shoulder, increasing my pace so I could get out of this mad house...

Right before I was dragged into a room, the door closing with a loud thud.

The hell?

I turned around and was met by a couple pairs if eyes, boring holes into every part of my body.

I was so not comfortable standing on the room with them all.

"So tell me, what exactly couldn't you do?" He went straight to the point, without even sparing me as little as a glance.

Sleeves rolled up just below his elbow, bent over the window frame as he stared outside.

"Guy, I'm waiting for a response!" His voice had an edge to it as he pushed himself off the window's frame, pacing back and forth before it, still not sparing me he glance.

He knew I was in the room. He was certain.

"I just couldn't do it, it didn't seem right," I spoke and like I threw bullets at him, he paused, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

And he went back to pacing back and forth.

"It didn't seem right," he repeated, his tone screaming mockery.

"Bro, do you realize what you just did?" He asked me, halting in his steps for a second before going back to pacing.

I couldn't reply. I didn't know what to say.

Then he stopped again.

Turned too meet my gaze this time.

This expression on his face had me veering back in fear.

His lips spread into a cocky smirk.

"I gave you one simple thing to do, ruin her! And look, you're such a big failure," his smile fultered.

Now replaced with intense anger.

The way he switched expressions for me was so disturbing.

"I gave you so many chances, but wasted them all! I forgave you and gave you another chance. I plotted a big plan to finish up the job, and you were supposed to do it for me, how on earth did you miss?!—

You were supposed to ruin her for me, end her career, do something that would tarnish her image forever, not fall on love with her! Did I ask you to go and fall in love?! Are you sick?!" One second he was ten feet away from the abs the next, he was legit on my breathing space, face so close to mine I could hardly breathe.

"Or have you forgotten what happened that day?! How I helped you and how you were supposed to repay me?! Did you forget?!" He screamed in my face.

I tried to speak, opened my mouth but no words came out. I ended up shaking my head no.

How could I forget what happened that night?

A/N:

*Sips hot water*

I like the way this chapter has you hungry for more😂👍🏽. So what do you think? Who's the guy that asked Emeka to ruin somebody's life?!

And who's life? I think this one is pretty clear.

And why did Emeka agree to do it? What happened that night?

Well find out in the next chapter.

I'm so tired rn😔🥱
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