Silence equals... rumbling thunder?
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☆~ANDREW IDRIS HILLS ~☆

"Na Amapiano dance party o."

King brushed his beard as he looked into the mirror. There was nothing more irritating than this moment. The mere thought of him having a faithful girlfriend who came just few hours ago to pick his dirty clothes for laundry after preparing a delicious meal of Native rice and fried fish; just for him to go out tonight and flirt with other girls was pathetic.

It wasn't new.

But it was something that could never stop being unusual to me.

I grabbed my Rolex wristwatch from the table, deliberately ignoring him. There was nothing I could say that would turn him into a Saint. There was nothing I wanted to do to turn him into a Saint. And that's because I was no better than him.

"Guy," King dropped the brush and stared in admiration at himself. "No go mess up there o. Plenty girls dey this school. Na there you go meet all these fresh babes wey go dey ride you like say tomorrow no dey."

He stated, laughing to his own words as he staggered back and shook his head twice.

"Shekinah will be coming." I reached for my sling bag, turning fully to the side to have a good look at him.

King is someone you'd call the ladies men. Being good-looking and having the height that makes girls swoon; he was definitely- that guy.

His eyes hardened. "What the fuck man- you didn't tell her I'll be there, no?"

Dumb shit.

He actually figured out fast. "Why not? She's your girlfriend."

"Andrew, I know your moral reasoning is different from regular people but this... is stupid. You have no right to tell Shekinah that. You think you're some saint, huh?"

The urge to laugh was overwhelming. But I bit back the catharsis.

"Don't be ridiculous." I rather said, pulling once more the collar of my shirt before getting out of the room.

Good guy?

Saint? Fuck it.

I don't even do the right thing, bruh.

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Music blasted from the speaker perched on the second-floor window. People were streaming in and out of the party house all dressed in black- the dress code for the night.

There were dozens of rule breakers who thought they could wear whatever they wished to wear. Besides, it was part of appearing uniqe, right?

They ended up beind odd.

"Get in."

"No."

"Get in!"

"No!"

Slowly, I whipped my head to behold the one reason why I'm here. My eyes narrowed in slits, seeing that there was a petite, light skinned lady beside him with ass-length grey braids. She seemed stubborn, like a typical short lady. But she was intruiging.

Chimdi Jackson.

Was that his girlfriend? It was weird to find that out now. I mean, I've gotten all his details. And I really love ladies... in a protective way, if that made sense. It would be a shame if she ends up sad, after my imminent encouter with her man.

"Now, babe! I already told you it's a game."

She scoffed. "You call that a game? I should watch those dumb sluts shove their vile tongues down your throat?"

Before he could respond, she moved a step closer to him, looking him right in the eye. "You don't even rate me, Chimdi, do you?" She ended with a finger stab on his chest.

That sent some strange but pleasant sensation, running down my spine. It was in fact, the strangest sensation of déjà vu.

"Evara!"

"Yell my name one more time and I'll pluck out your eyes for dinner."

Her words were nearly orgasmic.

I was about walking right into the party house when someone bumped into me. My brows narrowed as I looked down to behold the short, sassy lady whose name I learnt to be Evara.

This was getting more interesting. But the thing is, I wasn't sure if we were meant to meet tonight. Not after what would be happening in an hour's time.

"Fuck." Evara first cursed. "Sorry... Whatever."

I let out a sigh.

"You like him enough to let him mess with your mind?" I was shocked by my suddenness.

Her face moved up as she gazed coldly at me. Probably wondering, who I was and why I said what I said.

"I like you enough to give you a little piece of advise." Her eyes hardened, almost looking lifeless as she spoke. It reminded me of the eeriness that forebodes death.

"Mind your business, Mr questionnaire. I fucking have no idea how you overheard my conversation with him; but you shouldn't see Chimdi as a cheese cake. He would ruin you." She stormed off.

Now, how do I explain to people that I hear things I don't even wish to hear.

I cracked my knuckles and got into the party house. So much fun to have tonight.

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"I'll kiss you. Kill that dickhead, and marry Evara."

I fixed myself in the wide circle of wild and dangerous teenagers who were too engrossed in the game, to notice an addition to their number. But as supposed, I stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Next, You!"

My head swung to the side. Me?

I was seated directly opposite Chimdi and he was the one who was talking when I joined the circle.

"Yes, hottie. You!" A girl beside him threw to me.

"Fine."

The eyes which flew to my direction stared at me as though I was anything but okay.

And that, they got right.

"Between Mabel, and those ugly ducklings beside you, choose who you'd rather kiss, kill or marry." Chimdi asked, and the girl who had called me hottie stifled a giggle.

"I don't know, man. I think I'll rather kiss and marry, Evara. Then kill someone else." You.

Silence.

Everyone stilled, exchanging looks before it all became noisy again.

"Imp. I never brought Evara into the question, did I?" Tonight was my first direct encounter with Chimdi.

Half shrugging, I retorted. "She just kind of... picked my interest."

He had seen me when I was talking to Evara. I had seen him from my peripheral vision.

"Don't be an ass, Chimdi. It's not like you care about her." Mabel scolded.

Within seconds, I was up. And out of the circle, leaving them to argue their asses out after I had created the chaos.

I lifted my left wrist a bit high, to check the time. There was just a little time left to get things done.

Forty more minutes.

I had to find King. He had to know that I was here. Then I could lie about having to go home soon, or not.

The living room was the next place I went to. Playing beer pong, underage drinking and all those spoilt kids stuffs were going on here. Unlike, that boring room where they played the K&M game.

There... there he was.

King being straddled on the cushion by Shekinah, with a face sour and ugly as shit. Apparently, this wasn't the way he planned on spending tonight. He wanted to taste other feminine flavors, but tonight he would stick with Shekinah-extract-flavor.

Our eyes met. Shekinah gave me a thankful smile. She knew the guy she was dating which had to be the reason she asked when she came to do his laundry, if King would be attending the amanpiano dance party.

King must have followed the direction of her gaze and gave me a hard look. Which was kind of good, because he was still upset with me.

"You keep adjusting your shirt. You'd have it all wrinkled, if you keep doing that." A tiny voice whispered behind me.

I turned slowly to behold the girl who had made that comment. She was dark, thin and long.

Emphasis on the long.

She was even taller than I. Unlike Evara, who looked up to speak to me, she was literally, looking down on me.

I couldn't say a word. She irked me.

Definitely, not because of her appearance. She looked classy, but in an awkward way. Her words to me, made her irk me.

"You look lonely, gorgeous. Stop staring," She nodded towards King and his girl. "and go hitch yourself with someone you find attractive or fuckable."

"Can you direct me to the restroom?" I asked, trying hard not to get further irritated.

I had dystonia. It was birth related, movement disorder syndrome that resulted in repetitive movements and abnormal postures. So I couldn't help myself when those repetitive muscle contractions occur.

I adjust my shirt at least five times in five minutes. When I'm shirtless, I twitch my jaw once in every ten minutes. It just happens. And hell, is it so miserable.

"I didn't offer myself for a quickie. It was simply a suggestion, bad guy." She smirked.

I was about to walk off just then. But she was quick to stretch out her hand for a friendly shake. "Lolade."

"You're too chilled for a bad guy." She added. "I like you."

"Andrew." I stared down at her long, nicely shaped fingers, not accepting the hand of friendship.

But there was something that changed that moment. Lolade ceased to irk me, because for unknown reasons she saw me for who I was.

A bad guy. Not a saint.

Twenty eight minutes left.

I went back to the room where the K&M game was going on. The wide circle had gotten bigger. But Chimdi wasn't in their midst.

They were playing devil's mail box. And it looked more fun than the former game.

My phone buzzed and I got it out from the back pocket of my jeans. I was going through the text when it happened.

The lights went off and the noises heightened. Partyers were cussing but I knew this favoured some people. As those who wished to get away from their partners and have fun, would find this the perfect long sought opportunity to break free.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket, pulling my lower lip into a fervent suck as I found my way to the male restroom. It was a matter of time and chance.

I had just twenty five minutes to find Chimdi Jackson wherever he maybe and turn him to cadaver.

I was quite detailed about the prick. He was an only child. Disowned few months ago after he raped his young aunt and got her pregnant.

His parents would want to have nothing to do with his corpse. And eventually, he would rot away in the school morgue and someday, be dissected.

The thought sent excitement to rush through my veins, quickening my steps as I walked into the male restroom.

The first toilet was empty. Secretly, I hoped he would be in the next one. It would make this easier and quicker.

I knocked on the door. Probably, the last sound he'd ever hear before he clocks out of this world. Or perhaps, the sound of his own groans.

"No fucking space in this damn, shitty place." It was his voice.

I pushed open the door and slammed it shut behind me. I never understood desire until I felt his throat between my hands.

It was like...

blood, warm blood and more screaming.

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