A/N:

So yeah, were not doing chapter twenty just yet😌👍🏽. Actually, the last chapter was supposed to be a lot longer than that, but I dunno, I was just to tired to finish it😔.

Now I'm here to do that😗👍🏽✨

I couldn't update because of jamb😔 I've written it and I'm awaiting results. Keep praying 😔

So let's feed your curious minds😂💔

We'll start with Emeka's POV 😔
And btw, who missed Farhana?🌚

You didn't?😳

Well, she didn't miss you too🙂😒🙄. She's up in the media above😗

Anyways, enough of my tantrums. Let's dive right in😌💕. See you at the end of the chapter.

~19B -

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"If I could change all that has happened, I would..."
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~Emeka

I could barely keep my eyes open, my breathing hard, it felt like my breath was hitched.

He had me against the wall, his fist gripping my collar, choking me.

I felt my entire body throb immensely, my head banging like there was some person hitting it with a pestle from inside.

"I'm sorry, just let me go, please," I shamefully begged, holding up my folded hands, tears streaming down my face.

He smiled, raising the iron rod in his hands to my view, the corner of his lip quirked up in a Smirk.

I closed my eyes shut, awaiting the feel of the iron rod on my skin once more.

How do I explain this...

I could feel the pace of time slow down, adrenaline coursing through my veins, waiting patiently in excruciating fear.

My breath hitched. I found it difficult to breathe. I could feel my eyes burn with unshed tears.

How did I fall in deep shit?

And it did.

For the slightest moment, I felt the metal rod, cold against my skin, before it started to burn. Like someone was trying to set me on fire.

I couldn't recognize the scream that escaped my lips to be my voice.

Tears prickled down my cheeks as I crouched down to hug my knee to myself.

Even though it had been seconds after I got hit with the rod, I could feel the impact on my knee, like it was continually happening.

Bang after bang after bang against my knee.

My breathing was rasp. I could feel my heart thump against my ribcage. I could hear it even.

"Make him stand," he commanded, and immediately I felt two pairs of hands grab me by either arms, pulling me from my crouched position and holding me in place.

"How many times have I warned you?" The smirk dissipated and was quickly replaced by a very angry look, the veins in his head popping.

"I didn't know you were going to be there," I managed to speak.

We were in SS1 and I was new.

I suffered immense and intense bullying.

I was short, and had a face attacked by acne.

The boys beat me up, the girls laughed, throwing heart wrenching comments my way.

At that time, only Emeka spoke to me, was nice to me. I really never understood why. Was it because we shared the same name that he felt kind of drawn towards me?

Whatever it was, I was grateful to have him by my side.

Malik had always complained he never liked seeing my face and never wanted to be around me.

He had specifically given me a warning that whenever I saw him, I should turn the other way. That if he ever caught me five feet away from him, I'd regret it.

And I did.

I regretted not heeding to that warning.

Who was I kidding?

How foolish was I to think that I could do show maneuver my way through the crowd without being noticed, caught by the gang of boys that sat at the foot of the stairs, laughing their hearts out.

"Leave the guy na, e don do you o,"  I whipped my head to the side to see Dare walking towards us, with a group of some other guys behind him.

"Why?!" Malik asked, staring into my eyes, having fear course through my veins as I visibly shuddered. "Who do you think you are to tell me what the hell I am and not supposed to do, ehn?"

"Relax, man," Dare let out a chuckle. "He's with me now,"  I was beyond shocked. For a minute though, before I spotted Emeka amongst the group of boys behind Dare.

After he helped me that day, I was forced to pledge my unending loyalty towards him and the gang.

And boy, did I regret it.

He had walked into that room, seething with rage, steam could be seen escaping from his ears. Nobody dared to ask what the problem was. We all stood, watching him soak all his anger in before the usual outburst.

And he exploded.

"How dare she?!" He paced back and forth before us, hitting his fist against his palm. "That bitch slapped me?! I can't even understand what happened over there," he sat down on one of the chairs.

"What happened, boss?" Jerry dared to ask.

"That babe na, the slim fair one in science class," 

"Toyo?" Jerry asked, confusion evident in his voice.

"Yes, that one. You know how I've been trying to have her ba?"  He asked rhetorically. "I spoke to her today and she kept telling me to leave her alone but I thought it was the normal shakara that all these girls do," the anger in his voice was now replaced with hurt.

"So I pushed her to the wall, I only touched her waist and she fucking slapped me," the anger was back.

"This bitch slapped me in the hallways in front of everybody!" She stood up from the chair, walking angrily to the wall and slamming his fist into it.

Of course you deserve the slap, because why would you touch her when she told you to leave her?

But of course, I couldn't say it out loud.

"And I'll make her pay!" He said before turning to us.

I didn't really bother until he came over and draped an arm over my shoulders.

"Yo! You've not been able to repay me for saving your dumbass last year, so I have the perfect job for you."

*fast forward to the present day*

"Emeka!" His voice had me jolting in shock as I was brought back to reality.

"Are you mad? Do you think I'm joking here?!" He moved two steps towards me and I involuntarily took two back. 

"Or didn't you get the assignment?! Guy, since SS2, you've not been able to do one thing for me?" You're useless. I should have let them beat you motherfucking ass to bits!" His eyes had turned red, the veins in his head threatening to pop out. I was scared.

"I asked you to do one thing, fuck her and get it on video! As simple as that is, you couldn't do it? Guy! You always have me silly excuses! 'She said she's not ready for that level of intimacy,' guy！who cares if she's ready or not?! Get me her fucking sex tape!" He turned away from me, holding his hand in his head angrily.

"But no, no you didn't! And now what? You're the one trending as the rapist! It was supposed to be her trending! Her career going down the drain! She is supposed to be crying, unable to face the world! Bruh!" He finished, turning back to me.

"What do you have to say?" He asked shooting daggers at me. If only looks could kill.

"I tried but," I was saying but he cut me off. 

"I didn't ask you to try! I asked you to get me a fucking sex tape!"

"Do you think I—"

The rest of his complaints were cut short by the sound of metals clanking against each other. We all turned in the direction of the sound. The door.

Someone was eavesdropping.

"Go now! Find that person!" He ordered right before we saw someone running away from the window.

I knew who it was.

I was headed to the library, exactly where I knew she would be.

That, I was so sure of.

Ever since that day when she rushed into that empty classroom, sobbing silently against the door before she was alerted by the sound of my voice, she had clouded my senses.

Everytime I see her, I recall what happened that day.

How she was so oblivious to everything, the way she spoke, like she had all the time in the world, demanding answers to her questions that almost had me rolling on the floor.

When she called me Ebuka...

I found it funny, amusing, cute.

It made me so curious.

Why? I really don't know.

After getting to the top of the stairs, I took a left turn.

Honestly, I've had the entire school talking about me countless times, times when I took the school to the finals in numerous interstates football competitions, times when I came up on stage on school ceremonies as the stand up comedian for the day, and when we made it official...

But I've never had the entire school hate my ass as much as they do right now.

Every single soul, pointing fingers at me, murmuring curses and swear words, howling insults my way.

Some didn't even bother to hide it. The likes of Chidera Uba and her group of harlots.

Anyway, I made it to the entrance of the library. Safe and in one piece, I must add.

I could count the amount of times I had been in this library and I still can't get over the fact that this place awes me.

Books, books, books.

I make a mental note to have shelfs of books installed in my room as an interior design, walking towards the librarian at the front desk.

"Hey, good afternoon," I greeted.

She looked at me through her extremely long lashes, before going back to the book that was sprawled across the desk before her.

"Good afternoon, your card please?" She turned over to and new page, an almost invisible smile playing on her lips.

"I don't have a card o," I replied, tucking my hands into the pockets of my trousers.

"So you're here to apply for a program?" She looked up excited.

"What kind of books are you into?" She rose to her feet. "Science, fiction, mystery thrillers, romance, werewolf, mafia, billionaire or school books," the smile on her face disappeared the moment the mentioned 'school books' and I couldn't help the low chuckle that escaped my lips.

"I'm not applying for a reading program," I told her and her face fell in disappointment, her lips forming a pout.

She was pretty pretty. Her honey brown skin glistening under the bright lights, round shaped eyes, and perfect bow shaped lips. The milk colored knee length straight dress, doing well to compliment her skin color and her slim thick body. She has a shoulder length weave on her head and very little makeup. Simple, yet stylish. She looked like someone in her early twenties.

"So I just got all excited for nothing?" She asked rhetorically, plopping down on her seat.

"So what do you want o?" She punctuated her question with a tsk, the pout never leaving her lips, making her look and sound like a four year old.

"I just wanted to ask where the arts department is?" She gave me this 'are you normal?' Look and I quickly debunked the thoughts rising in her head.

"I'm not taking any book, or reading any in fact. I just want to see my friend. She said she is here," I told her, lied to her.

She wiggled her brows at me before pointing behind me, "over there."

I turned to see a door with the word ARTS decorated on it. I turn back to the librarian, giving her a small smile before walking in the direction.

I have never been in the arts department of the school's library all four times that I've been here, but it looks exactly the same as the science department.

So many shelves with their subject tags hanging right over them, ladders placed by the sides of some shelves, a discriminated part where tables and chairs were arranged.

Students we scattered literally everywhere that I wondered how I was going to find her in this crowd.

"What are you doing here?" I turned in the direction of the feminine voice, my eyes meeting her scruntinizing ones

"I know it was you," I said blandly.

"So why didn't you turn me in?" She asked, sounding amused.

"Why were you eavesdropping?" I replied with a question of my own and she sighed.

"I happened to just overhear y'all screaming when I was passing by,"

"Oh," was all I could say.

"Why did you agree to do such a thing to her? I thought you loved her?" She asked, I couldn't place the emotions underlying in her voice.

"I do love her," I replied without giving it a second thought. 

"Then why?" 

"I don't wanna talk about it," I said in a low tone.

She nodded in understanding and I was grateful she did not push it.

We ended up talking about random stuffs.

And the one thing I noticed was that Farhana had a very pretty smile.

A/N:

Well, this will be all for now. See you when I see you. My phone's at one percent and I don't wanna talk too much 😂.

We're approaching 2k reads fast! And we'll get a 20th chapter once we clocked 2k reads.

Ciao!💕✨