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*Appears from smoke*

Hey😂🤭. I know you missed me🤭.

Well, this chapter should've come last week, because I already had this chapter outlined before the last update, but laziness is a bitch.

To think that I even started writing this last week Thursday 😂🤲🏽. E go sha be.

But Amarachi is a hottie😭. Are you not seeing? In the media above, man!😂

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~23 - DISGRACE!°

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"Never knew this day would come. . ."
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~Amarachi

The entire classroom was noisy, rowdy, the boys at the back were talking not so subtly, loud laughs erupting from where they gathered at intervals, other classmates busy with other things, holding their friends and seat partners in deep conversations, smiling and giggling at some point too.

Only a few were paying attention to the teacher in front who was religiously still scribbling down a lot of things on the board. A few like Anjola, Moses...

She turned to face the class abruptly, her eyes holding so much anger, her lips tugged up in disgust, her brows furrowed as she glared at the students who hadn't even realized she had stopped talking a while ago.

"Shut up!" She screamed — squeaked — catching the attention of my classmates as their noise started to reduce to whispers and mumurs before it completely died down. Pin drop silence.

"What's your problem!?" She asked angrily, one hand on akimbo, and the other waving the marker in it round and round at us.

Mrs Grace, our physics teacher that we absolutely hate to our guts, due to the fact that she resumed a few days after our original physics teacher dropped the job.

She was short, very short. Some go as far as calling her a dwarf. She was slim, petite, and felt like being our teacher was reason enough to control us like some kind of puppets or toddlers in kindergarten.

"Tchhhhh!!" A loud hiss filled the classroom, having everybody turn their heads to the back of the classroom on direction of the sound.

"Get out of my class!" She spat at the light skinned afro headed kid and he stood up, casually shrugging before replying her with one word,

"Gladly,"

The whole class erupted with screams, shouts and hoots, banging on their tables in excitement as Idris strode out of the classroom, a bored expression marring his features, both hands buried deep in either of his pockets, as the guys tapped his back aggressively, hailing him.

"Ahan!"

"Na boss be that, abeg!"

"Guy, shey you see say Idris don dey giran?"

"Abeg I like the guy!"

"Forget, Idris is a hottie."

The last statement made me cringe internally and the remaining of the side talks were interrupted by the loud bang of the door against it's frame, alerting us that Idris finally left.

"One more word from any of you and I'll leave this classroom on instant!" She threatened, causing mumbles to fill the classroom.

"Make she dey go abeg, tch."

"For the love of God, just go!"

But of course, they didn't dare voice our their thoughts. They weren't girans like guys like Idris, Dare, Austin...

Just the thought of him had my mind wandering back to Friday's night.

Damn...

The way his hands and mouth worshipped my body sinfully, nibbling on every sensitive spot, the way his eyes raked my body, ridding off every ounce of dignity I had left,  the way his teeth marked me, giving me numerous love bites, the way his tongue did dangerous things to me...

How out of breath he sounded as he continued to whisper to my hearing...

I felt like a fucking queen.

I let my eyes wander around the classroom, until they finally settled on his seat.

It was empty. Did he leave?

The way he was quick to rush out of your bed the next morning like he made a mistake having such level of intimacy with you?

My subconscious mocked, and I rolled my eyes hard, it felt like my eyeballs would fall off.

The next morning, after you know... the light rays from the sun that seeped trough the translucent windows, came directly in my eyes, causing me to squint on reflex, turning away, my back now to the window.

I opened my eyes gradually, trying to get it to adapt with the brightness in the room.

And once my eyelids we finally pulled apart, it couldn't have been more blissful.

It was him, Austin, sitting at the foot of the bed, his bare back right before me as he continuously raked his fingers through his hair.

He looked frustrated, but it was Austin, ba?

I threw the covers aside, crawling towards him and wrapping my arms around his neck in a loose hold, planting a chaste kiss on his neck.

"Good morning, boo," I breathed into the hollow of his neck and in cue, he took both of my hands in his, and peeled them off his skin.

Here we go, again. I had thought.

It has always been like this, Austin jumping out I'd bed immediately after our intimacy, acting like he regrets every single moment he spent with me, not failing to bluntly express his displeasure with unfiltered words, and man, I didn't escape this time either.

"Do not fucking touch me!" He said calmly, but his voice had an edge to it, a silent warning.

"Not today!" I replied, climbing down from the bed and moving to stand in front of him.

"I'm tired of this thing you do constantly! What the fuck is your problem!?" I raise my voice above an octave, unable to contain the anger brewing inside of me. "As long as I remember, last night was fucking great! You fucking said it yourself! Now, tell me why on earth you are acting like last night was a big mistake!?" I was literally screaming not, not caring if the neighbors could hear me loud and clear.

And then, there was silence.

Austin was literally looking at me like I had said the most stupid thing ever. His eyebrow tugged up in question, giving me the "wtf are you okay?" look. I fought the urge to slap the freaking look off his face.

Then his eyes moved from my face, to my chest area, but I was too angry to care about what the fuck he was looking at. 

His eyes moved back to my face rather quickly, now bored dark brown orbs staring at me.

"Get your boobs out of my face," 

What?

He had said it casually, like he didn't just say 'boobs', like he was talking about some toy or book. I was taken aback for some seconds.

It took me a whole lot of seconds to understand that I was standing naked before him and a wave of embarrassment slapped me in the face. Hard! But I wasn't going to let it show.

Sighing, I moved away from him, walking to my closet and selecting a baggie top that did so little to cover my butt, but that was the least of my problems at the time.

"You don't get to talk to me like that," I say calmly to him as I walk to my bedside table, picking up the jug and pouring out a glass of water for myself, gulping it down all at once.

"Why?" He asked with a light chuckle, almost humorless, mockery seeping through his tone. I felt a jab in my chest.

Why the fuck doesn't he se it!? Why does he think I do all of these? 

At this point, I couldn't be sure if he was oblivious to it or he was pretending to be oblivious to it. It was really frustrating, draining.

"You won't talk to me like that Austin," I repeat, sternly this time, every ounce of calmness in my voice, gone. "Teach me with respect! The fuck!?"

"Stop speaking about respect like it's something you deserve," the calmness in his voice as he blatantly shot poison at me had the veins in my head ticking like a time bomb.

"You called me over, I came. You wanted... that," his eyes moved to the bed when he paused for a while before saying "that", then moving back to meet my gaze. "And I gave it to you. Or didn't I?" He furrowed his brows at me, standing up from the bed, towering over me, staring at me blankly like he was waiting for my reply.

But I refused to give him one. I was shocked, immensely, even when I shouldn't have been. 

This wasn't the first time, it was a process.

Austin was always angry every morning after our physical contact and it was something I would never understand. 

"I'm leaving," he announced, side stepping me to pick his shirt up from the floor, shaking it aggressively before throwing it off his head, grabbing his keys and phone from the couch opposite the bed and walking out, the door closing with a loud bang.

I wasn't sure I was going to get another opportunity to talk to him today. He stopped picking my calls and replying my text. I couldn't go to his place. Heck! I don't even know where the nigga lives.

I glance at the big digital clock that hung on the wall in front of the class. Ten minutes to the end of this period. I had to find him.

I stood up, taking a bathroom excuse from the teacher, exiting the classroom in search of him.

I walked down the main hall, mentally contemplating on what route to take.

Left or right?

I turned right, only to see him walking in my direction, his phone in hand, tapping away. He had a small smile playing on his lips which was very weird. Austin no dey smile.

I had completely stopped in my tracks, watching him stride towards me. His white shirt untucked in his blue plaid trousers, the sleeves rolled up, stopping just below his elbows, his tie hanging unknotted around his neck, his blazers draped over his arm, his curly hair in a mess. He looked hot! Like he just walked out of a magazine, screaming vogue!

He rocked his style perfectly, effortlessly!

He looked up from his phone, his gaze meeting mine, the smile on his face completely disappearing, his expression morphing into a bored one as he continued to walk in my direction, shoving his phone into his pocket and leaving his hand there.

He got to where I was, making the turn to head to class, but I was quick to grab on to his arm, causing him to halt in his steps.

"You don't want to do this here," he told — warned — me, his voice bouncing off the walls in soft echoes due to the emptiness of the hallways.

"I want to do this here, Ikechukwu!" I raised my voice, my fingers digging into the flesh of his arm, anger coursing through me as I felt my eyes burn.

"You don't get to fucking call me that!" He said, pulling his arm away from my grip and turning to look directly at me. "Get that into your fucking head and let it fucking stick, Asonye!" He spat out, calling me by my surname.

I was astounded. Wtf!?

"What the fuck is your problem!?" I fired back, taking a step towards him, my eyes boring into his, but he still had that bored expression marring his features.

Frustrated, I shoved him in the chest, but he didn't even move one bit.

I tugged at my braids, pulled at it, a loud groan escaping my lips.

And no, we weren't worried that we would be heard by anybody, the classrooms were soundproof.

"Why don't you see it?" I asked, my voice reducing to a whisper like sound, tears brimming in my eyes as my lips quivered softly.

"I have told you before, Amarachi. We'll only ever be friends," he sounded so serious, every single word he spoke, sending a jab to my chest.

And then he dropped a bomb, "with benefits."

I was rooted to the ground where I stood, frozen as I tried to comprehend what he just said to me. I tried to speak, but no words came out.

Of course I knew, that Austin didn't see me as anything more that an object of pleasure, on days he was in the mood, but I was just being hopeful, that one day, he'll realize that there's something that I feel for him, and he'll finally reciprocate it.

The finality in his tone was what rattled me out, scared me. If I ever lose Austin . . . 

I pushed the thought to the back of my mind, discarding it.

On cue, he spun on his heels and started to walk toward the classroom.

I didn't want to be near anybody, I just needed time alone.

I turned on my heels, taking the left turn that lead to the bathroom, but her presence had stopped me in my tracks.

She stood there, staring at me in what I believe was pity, hugging her books to herself, a small pout on his lips. She heard everything.

Sighing, I picked up my pace, walking as fast as I could out of there. My walking turned into jogging and then running. 

I pushed open the bathroom door, moving the one of the sinks and splashing water in my face. I looked up at the mirror, my eyes were blurred with tears I couldn't even make out my own reflection on the mirror.

I closed my eyes letting the tears fall, loud and ugly sounds escaping my lips. I look back at the mirror to see streaks of mascara staining either of my cheeks.

Fuck!

I sniff, taking one of the paper towels, trying to fix the mess I just did to my face.

I finally calmed down, but one thing continued to linger in my head.

Toyosi fucking saw everything!

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