A/N:

Look who's here with another chapter of your favorite book! Yes, that's right, na me.😌

So I've been having a little of free time in my hands so, why not write?

Comments from the last chapter had me rolling 😂. I'm glad we all enjoyed it😌.

Well, it's a new month and good things are about to happen! Amen?

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Who wants to take a guess on who's POV this chapter is written in?

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~24 - FEELINGS? NAH!°

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“If only you'd see what I see. The truth is always woven between the lies ...”
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~Farhana

Le sigh.
Honestly all I want to do, is have a decent conversation with her. Ask how she's been, how she's doing, and maybe try to explain some things to her.

I was on my way back into the seniors block from the library, and happened to spot her sitting alone in the garden, staring into space.

I puffed in air, releasing it as a deep sigh, mentally prepping myself for what was to occur in the conversation I was planning to hold with her.

When I got so close to her, I noticed the total contrast between the Tee sitting on this bench right now, and the Tee that came into that classroom the other day.

Her smile was totally wiped off her face, prominent eye bags below her eyes, and dark circles around them. She had her gaze fixated on the blooming blue flowers right in front of her, but still, her eyes mirrored sadness.

It was like a dark cloud was suddenly hovering around her.

Her afro was packed in two buns atop her head, her white long sleeved shirt, rolled up, stopping below her elbows was perfectly tucked into her checked blue plaid skirt that rose to her mid thighs, probably because she was in a sitting position.

She had white knee length socks, having two navy blue stripes at the top, her ankle length boots sitting prettily on her feet.

She had a book on her lap, one of her legs stretched out in front of the other.

Even with all that was going on with her, I could take a picture of her right now and on God it would be magazine cover worthy.

Perfection. That was the only description.

How can someone be so good at what they do, that even in their subconscious state, they manage to pull off such perfection?

God abeg. . .

"Hey," I finally gathered enough courage to speak, plopping down on the bench, right besides her.

I could tell she heard me with the way she stilled for a sec, before relaxing again, the continual blinking of her eyes, but she refused to spare a glance in my direction, not to talk of even replying me.

"Tee?" I probed when it felt like I wasn't going to get a reaction from her.

And this time, I did.

Slowly, she turned her head in my direction, her brows quirked, her lips tugged up in disgust as if to ask "wtf do you want!?"

I muster the best smile at could afford at this time, trying to maybe assure her that I mean well, but the expression on her face didn't falter.

She kept looking at me suspiciously, like she didn't trust me.

But in all honesty, I don't blame her.

She has probably been seeing me around Emeka way too much to not suspect my attempt of friendship with her. 

"Hmmn?" I pressed, hoping to get at least a 'hey' from her, but the reaction I got sent a jab to my chest.

She turned away from me, picking up her stuffs and striding out of the garden like I wasn't even here.

And no, I was hurt by that action, but I totally understood.

And another thing that didn't quite settle with me was the fact that everything she did, looked like a subconscious action.

How do I explain this?

It felt like her mind wasn't anywhere near, she looked almost lifeless, the dullness in her eyes, prominent, void, empty, I couldn't see anything through her eyes.

The light and energy she emitted, was no where to seen. It all just totally disappeared and that's one thing that shattered me the most.

I watched as she sauntered out of the garden, almost lifelessly, dragging her feet lazily against the grass, each step longer than the next.

I could have easily gone after her, but no.

One thing I've definitely realized this afternoon, is that she needs time, and space, so she can properly heal.

"Farhana?"

That lazy deep voice, drawled, pulling me out of my reverie, having me, turn my head slowly in his direction.

"Where's your mind at?" He asked and I shook my head slightly as if to tell him 'nothing'.

He raised a brow at me, bobbing his head to the side to give me a closer look, but I pushed him by the side of his head, away from me and a small chuckle like laugh eluded him.

Then he saw something and paused.

I followed his gaze outside my classroom, to see her standing, watching something.

"She's alone, I should talk to her now," he told me, standing up from my desk to head to her, but my fingers around his wrist, caused him to halt in his steps.

Turning to me with a quizzed look, he asked, "what's wrong?" Confusion laced in his voice as he continued to look out of the classroom to make sure she was still there.

"Don't," I responded, my voice dropped below an octave, my eyes searching his for any sign of understanding, but the urgency I saw in his eyes had me sighing deeply.

"Why not?" He asked, yanking his hands from my grip not so subtly.

"I need to talk to her, else, I'll loose my fucking mind." He spoke, his breathing uneven, the fear in his eyes evident as day as he continued to run his hand through his hair.

God abeg.

"She doesn't need you to talk to her right now, Emeka," I told him, and he whipped his head in my direction on cue, his eyes holding emotions I couldn't name.

He scoffed in disbelief, tearing his eyes off me and darting his gaze to the light skinned model in the hallways.

"How would you even know what she needs?" He inquired, his eyes still fixated in her direction.

"How can't you see that she doesn't need you hovering around her like a fly!?" I raise my voice above an octave.

"She needs time and space from you, right now! Give it to her, let her be!" I continue to hurl my words at him, hoping he'll finally see what I saw, what I can see.

"You don't know," he said with a low chuckle.

"You don't know how much she means to me," and he went on, "I've literally lost my mind, trying to figure out what to do to make her forgive me," he sighed deeply, giving his forehead a massage with his fingers, his eyes moving to where she stood once more before.

"I miss her bad," he turned to look at me, his eyes glassy with unshed tears, it sent a pang to my chest.

Only if, Emeka. Only if you had done the right thing, girl would still be yours.

But of course, I couldn't voice out my thoughts. Now wasn't the right time.

"I'm going to try to talk to her," he announced, taking hurried steps out of the classroom, but before I could stand up from the chair I sat in, he was already outside, with her.

Shit!

~Toyo

"What the fuck is your problem!?" A loud voice boomed through the hallways, causing me to halt in my steps, hugging my books closer to my chest as I took calculated steps towards the loud voice.

I got closer to the turn that led to our classroom to see Amarachi move to shove Austin in the chest. He barely moved an inch and she frustratedly dug her hands in her hair, pulling at her braids, a loud groan eluding her lips.

Austin on the other hand, looked unbothered, like he couldn't care less, his lazy eyes peering at her, bored.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears. "Why don't you see it?" Her voice had reduced an octave lower, sounding whisper like, but the echo effect made it very loud and clear.

The silence that followed was very loud, uncomfortable, it spoke volumes. The air pregnant with so much tension I could cut through it with a knife.

The air in the atmosphere suddenly became heavy, breathing became like an herculean task.

The sound of Amarachi's loud and ragged breathing bounced off the walls in loud echoes, resonating through the hallways.

"I've told you before, Amarachi," his voice thundered through the hallways, tearing through the silence, but fueling the tension in the air.

"We'll only ever be friends," his hoarse voice held so much seriousness, his gaze unfaltering as her bored holes into her skin with both eyes.

Her lips parted open in shock, her eyes mirrored her hurt as she continuously blinked them rapidly like she couldn't understand what he was spilling out of his face hole.

But really though?

Everybody knows that stuff goes in between Austin and Amarachi. Everybody knows they are not just friends. So, I couldn't clearly place what Austin was saying.

B

ut he wasn't done.

"With benefits," he dropped the bomb.

Ouch!

Those two words must have been like a bullet directly in her chest because I saw her entire body go stiff as though a bucket was dropped on her head.

Austin, whirled, walking away without a care in the world.

What on earth is this boy?

Amarachi finally turned to walk in my direction, pausing abruptly the moment her eyes landed on me.

The fear evident in her eyes, mixed with shock.

And then she started walking towards me. Alerted, I held—clutched— my books tighter to my self.

But when she got to where I stood, she didn't stop, didn't even spare a glance in my direction, brushing past me like breeze.

Not like I care though.

Shaking off the eerie feeling around me, I took a step forward, but cold firm hands wrapped against my wrists had me turning my head back to see the least person I wanted to be around...

Holding my wrist, touching me...

It took me back to that day when he firmly held my wrist, tightening his grip around it as the veins in his forehead popped, hurting me.

And, when he finally let go, that part of my wrist was bruised, reddish, that part of my skin hurting immensely...

I yanked my hams away from his grip, my brows furrowed in anger, lips tugged up in disgust as I shot lasers at him.

"Are you mad!?" I asked, involuntarily raising my hand, jabbing my index and middle finger to the side of my head for emphasis.

"How dare you!? Who the fuck do you think you are to lay your hands on me!? Ehn!? Who!?" I howled.

His eyes held the softest look I had ever seen in them, slowly becoming tear filled, but nah, I wasn't affected in the slightest, gone are those days. His lips opening and closing at repeatedly.

His gaze in mine finally faltered, his eyes darting to the tiled floors, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Tch," I let out a his, spinning on my heels to walk off, but his voice had me stopping on my heels.

"Please," his voice was very low, his eyes moving back up to meet mine.

"Just a little bit of your time," the desperation in his voice irked me, I involuntarily let out a scoff.

His eyes kept searching mine like there he was looking for the tiniest ounce of hope, that I'd be willing to speak with him.

Nah, probably not in this lifetime.

"Can you just disappear into dust!?" I yell frustratedly, digging my hands in my afro, pulling at it softly.

This was the last thing I needed right now.

"God!" I breathed out, feeling tears starting to burn my eyes, clogging my breathing.

From my peripheral vision, I saw her walk out of the classroom to the right, moving to where he was, standing right behind him.

"I'm tired of having to see your face!" I choked out, tearing my gaze from him aggressively, a low grunt escaping my lips.

I felt someone fingers graze mine.

Mentally making to note to give Emeka a dirty slap, I turned back to him, only to see that Farhana was now standing in front of him, her fingers daintily holding mine.

I disconnected the contact immediately.

"Tee, relax,"

Her soft voice, sent chills down my spine, goosebumps sprouting across my skin.

Her voice held so much control in it, made me want to concur, obey her.

She said 'relax' like it was as easy as saying it, standing in front of him like a shield, like she was willing to protect him from... me?

Realization slapped me in the face and a scowl found its way to my features.

The bell went off, signaling the end of the period, and students started to troop out of the classrooms, pausing to witness the scene that was about to rise from this situation.

Everything came to a standstill, time paused, everything paused.

Except me.

A/N:

*Grins*

Who knows what just happened there because me I no know.

I'm still trying to process the chapter though😭😂. Guys what's your take?

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