Jemimah's scanned the hall the twelfth time that night; for some reason she hadn't seen Bimbo. It was rare that Bimbo wouldn't attend a party thrown by the Titans. Jeremiah wasn't a member but he was technically one of them. She sipped her drink quietly while scrolling through her phone.

She was already regretting coming alone; she should have at least pulled Doyin or any of her roommates with her. Coming alone had turned her into a loner at the side of the room and of course no one dared approach her. They all clearly still remembered King's words so many parties ago.

Jemimah scrolled through her phone, her fingers typing swiftly on her phone, replying to Farida's text on the group. She had sent a snap of herself at the party and the girls had rushed to the group to compliment her and also ask who she had dressed so hotly for. The point was Jemimah refused to admit that she had dressed up; there was no way she was going to admit it even though her best friends knew the truth.

She slowly raised her head and glanced at the upper part of the hall. They were stationed bouncers like before but she was reluctant to go upstairs. Micah had invited her when he got out of the hospital; she had just nodded her head to give her answer, not exactly saying if she was coming or not. But still, she hadn't even seen his shadow at all.

Jeremiah and her were yet to still have a proper conversation and she was starting to realize that Black's avoidance's game was strong. If he didn't want to see you or speak to you, there was no way on earth you were going to come near him.

She picked up her bag and picked up her half-full cup and started walking towards the stairs. "Hiiii," someone cooed behind her and Jemimah turned to find a guy staring down at her. Staring down at her because he was ridiculously tall and good-looking. His hands slipped into his pockets as he stared at her.

"Hii," he greeted again and Jemimah nodded at him. "Hello," she replied, wondering who he was.

The latter scanned her expression for a few seconds before he chuckled, "You don't know me?" He asked in both amusement and surprise and Jemimah furrowed her brows. "Am I supposed to know you?" she asked and he laughed.

"Teniola, I'm in your department; we've had at least forty classes together," he replied and Jemimah's lips parted and closed. She couldn't believe that she hadn't recognized him.

"How tall are you?" she suddenly asked and Teni looked taken aback. "Err... 6 '4" he replied and Jemimah shook her head. "You are really tall," she commented and Teni laughed.

"That was such an awkward way of changing the topic," he said and Jemimah chuckled. "That was the point. I'm really sorry about that," she apologized again.

"It's fine. I actually already sort of expected that you wouldn't recognize me. I could bet that you don't know anyone in your department apart from Peter and James," Teni said and Jemimah chuckled.

"Who's James?" she asked, her voice going notches lower. Teniola stared at her for seconds before bursting into laughter.

"That's our class rep," he said amidst laughter and Jemimah wished the ground would open and swallow her.

"Stop laughing," she said quietly with a small smile on her lips.

"You are really in your own world." Teni commented and Jemimah shrugged. "I can't even defend myself," she replied and Teni scoffed. "I mean, girl, you don't even have a case," he retorted and it was Jemimah's turn to burst into laughter.

"I mean, I know you now," Jemimah said and Teni nodded. "Well, I guess that makes sense," he agreed.

"It was nice to meet you," Jemimah said softly and Teni nodded again. "Same you. Hopefully, you'll recognize me tomorrow in class," he replied and Jemimah laughed.

"Contrary to popular opinion, I'm not a snob," she defended and Teni laughed, nodding. "Well then, see you later," he said, waving at her as he walked away.

Jemimah took another sip of her drink as she resumed walking towards the stairs. She definitely had to do better in knowing her departmental mates; she imagined how many of them she might have run into in public and walked past them acting as though she didn't know them and now they thought that she was snobbish and she actually didn't recognize them.

Jemimah offered the bouncers that made way for a small smile. The stairs ended and her eyes scanned the upper area, her eyes looking for a particular someone. She wanted to tell him that he had invited her but he hadn't even bothered to ask her if she was around.

She took another sip of her drink and her eyes finally landed on who she was looking for and then she froze. Micha looked as dashing as he always looked, always the center of attention effortlessly, making people's eyes rest on him the way her eyes refused to leave him.

The only problem was that Micah had a girl who was practically naked on his laps; his arm was coiled around her waist and the girl was hugging his neck and leaning her entire body into him. He was talking to someone that Jemimah didn't recognize, but she didn't miss the times that he leaned into the girl whispering what she obviously couldn't hear into the girl's ears, making the girl laugh.

Jemimah swallowed, blinking her eyes as she felt her hands getting wet. She stared at the already deformed cup in her hand and the contents had poured on her hand and she hissed, carelessly disposing of the cup. Against her better judgement, she raised her head to take another glance before swiftly turning around.

"Hey, are you looking for King?" Someone asked but Jemimah didn't bother turning before hurling out an answer, "Not at all."

She descended the stairs faster than she had ascended; her legs moved faster in the club and she soon found herself in the bar area. The bartender was a stranger and she was almost grateful for that.

She took her seat and scoffed, "You really did dress up." the rest of her statement hung in the air and she shook her head. She couldn't explain the anger in her stomach or the fury flowing through her veins.

"How can I help you?" the bartender asked with a polite smile and Jemimah turned to him. "Give me something that will make me forget everything I saw this evening," she replied and the bartender looked taken aback before an amused smile spread across his lips and he nodded.

"I have something perfect for that," he replied and Jemimah chuckled, "Prefect." The sight of Micah's arms coiled around another girl's waist, whispering and making her laugh, refused to leave her head. She shook her head vigorously and the bartender placed a set of three shots in front of her.

"This is enough?" Jemimah asked and the bartender laughed. "Sure," he replied without another question. Jemimah grabbed one of the glasses and downed it at once. She grabbed the second glass and the third glass, downing them both at once.

The bartender stared at her with slightly parted lips as Jemimah dropped the empty glasses. " I don't think that was enough," she said and the bartender chuckled.

"How badly do you want to forget?" He asked and Jemimah chuckled, "Badly. I don't want to remember anything," she replied and the bartender nodded.

"I think I understand the assignment now," he replied and Jemimah felt her head start to swirl.

The bartender placed a much bigger cup in front of her. "And you might want to take this slowly," he added and Jemimah flashed him a grin.

"Thank you," she replied as she took a long gulp.

She couldn't explain to anyone why she was acting like this. She didn't know why she was angry or why she was furious. They were nothing to each other; she didn't like him; he was a cultist and even maybe a murderer. Why was she trying to get that image from her head?

Everything she had taken seemed to be taking effect at once and Jemimah couldn't any longer get herself. It was worse that even after she was feeling dizzy and afloat, that image wouldn't leave her head no matter what.

"Did you come with someone?" She heard the bartender ask and Jemimah managed to shake her head with a smile. "I'm not a child," she slurred in reply and despite how disoriented she was, she could still hear the bartender laughing.

"I think I should go home," she whispered as she attempted to get off the chair. Her arms swept the glasses and they fell off the table, breaking in the process.

"Oh my God. I need you to stand there and not move. I'm going to get a broom and nylon to pick those glasses," the bartender warned and Jemimah pouted. "Why?" she whined.

"Jemimah?" A voice called and Jemimah turned to see Teni staring at her with wide eyes. She immediately plastered a bright smile on her face.

"Hi Teniiiii," she cooed and Teni burst into laughter.

"Is almighty Jemimah Adeleke drunk right now?" He asked and Jemimah frowned.

"I'm not drunk," she defended and Teni burst into laughter. "Nah girl, you are definitely drunk," Teni countered.

"Girl, you even broke your shot glasses," Teni continued, bursting into laughter.

"He asked me not to move," Jemimah said with a pout. "I want to go home," she added and Teni nodded his head, a smile still on his lips. "I just badly want to take a video of you right now but I'm scared you'll have my head taken off," he replied.

"And you can't move because you'll obviously hurt yourself if you move. Let me carry you," Teni suggested as he walked in between the glasses towards her.

"Choco," a deep voice rang in Jemimah's ears and her spine went ramod straight. She raised her head and met rather very familiar charcoal black eyes. She ignored the usual black look on his face and turned to Teni, who was already in front of her and spread her arms out wide. "Carry me," she pouted.

"Don't touch me." Micah's voice rang almost immediately and Teni immediately turned with wide eyes, "King?" he asked and Micah nudged his head and Teni took another glance at Jemimah, an amused smile on his face before walking away.

"Let me carry you," Micah said softly and Jemimah snorted, "No!" she hurled back at him.

The image of him whispering into that girl's ears was still imprinted in her mind. She grabbed her bag, not caring about the glasses and proceeded to start walking but she hadn't taken her first step when a pair of arms curled around her and she was lifted into the air.

The familiar scent wrapped around her and Jemimah unconsciously relaxed as King carried her in bridal style. Jemimah watched him quietly from the corner of her eyes as he carried her.

"Drop me," she suddenly informed him and Micah turned to her with a small frown on his face. He didn't seem to understand Jemimah's attitude at all.

"Choco, is there a problem?" He asked and Jemimah snorted at him. "Drop me," she repeated herself.

Micah raised a brow as he proceeded to drop her and Jemimah standing on her feet staggered and Micah quickly steadied her.

"Why are you drinking? What's wrong?" He asked with concern in his voice as he furrowed his brows, "Did you see Black?" he asked again and Jemimah scoffed.

"Where's she?" She suddenly asked and it was Micah's turn to freeze.

"She who?" he asked and Jemimah, gaining a moment of clarity, raised an eyebrow. "She who?" she asked. "You two were almost going to mold into one," she added.

She had no idea why she was going off. Micah had a reputation of always having girls run after her; he had the face, he had the prestige, and she as well would understand any woman if they threw themselves at him. They were nothing to each other.

He was her brother's school father, the deadliest cultist in CUa and she was here throwing a tantrum.

She met his eyes, who had returned to being blank, a sign that Jemimah took as a sign that she had overstepped and spoken too much. She stepped out of his embrace, hoping that her small moments of clarity would get her out but before she could take another step, Micah had grabbed her arm and pulled her to himself; their lips brushed each other and Jemimah threw all caution to the wind, her arms coiled around his neck, pulling him towards her and pressing her lips to his. She kissed him; it didn't matter that he had stood there like a statue without moving a muscle.

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