MERRY CHRISTMAS OO!!

GUESS WHO IS BLESSING YOU WITH A DOUBLE UPDATE☺️❤️

Enjoy....✨

~PRISSY~

"Why are there so many flashes?" I asked, alarmed as the cameras' gave us no break whatsoever.

"That's because we're the centre of attraction right now, princess," Krisdana laughed as she helped me step out of Shade's limo that evening.

I couldn't believe it. It was Prom Night. And woah, the entire place was already filled up.

Classmates, all dressed up and looking fly. Boys and Girls, looking like they were about to walk the red carpet, with their expensive suits and majestic gowns, respectively. I almost felt underdressed. Almost.

Funny, we were going to be walking on a red carpet. One the school set up for our prom. One I could even see from here, barricaded with velvet ropes and golden stands. Needless to say, we, the SS3s', were the celebrities of the night. It was too good a feeling.

Thinking about the fact that Triple J was even showing up made me want to throw a flip on these glass heels. I could not contain. I instantly knew this night would be lit. The best one yet.

Nova appeared to us in seconds and while looking at Shade like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, he made sure to compliment each and everyone of us. I smiled, appreciatingly at him, mentally thanking him for boosting my esteem so easily.

"Keep your heads up, Queens." Krisdana said, as soon as Giwa had stepped down from the limo, with the help of the guards.

"And King," Shade had hinted, flashing a teasing look at her boyfriend and Kris giggled.

"Yup," Krisdana agreed. "Walk like royalty that you are. We need to look fab for the album!"

"Oh, you bet we do," I agreed.

That Prom album could either fuck you up badly or get people gushing about you, even after you've graduated from the school.

Giwa was lost in another universe, I noticed. She hadn't even said a single word since she had stepped out of the limo.

Krisdana went onn and onn, making us laugh as she talked about walking with poise and grace, and Shade begged to differ, insisting we add up a little jazz and sass to it, sort of like how models do.

I giggled when I remembered how Shade was trying to teach us how to sass walk like a model during our make up and dress up. She made us walk on heels, strut, pose, and start all over again and again and my knees nearly gave out. She was the reason I nearly fell when we decided to get down.

But Shade - she did it so easily. The walk, the strut, the pose. The girl was a born model.

The call for us to get ready to step into the hall was soon made and quickly, the girls were able to find their dates. Or rather... Their dates found them. Krisdana was the last one to move and Casper had shown up to get her.

And that's when I realised that, after minutes of looking through crowds of classmates, forming in pairs and heading towards the red carpet....

My Prom date was missing.

Oh Lord..

I started to get agitated. Worry filled me up, but it didn't help my situation.

I should have just said yes when Kris and Casper wanted to help me look for him. No, I thought like all the other girls, my date would find me.

Ironically, I was the one looking everywhere for him. Nnaemeka. Nana, as he was called. But I couldn't find him. I couldn't even see him anywhere. All my classmates were already lining up, everyone, with their own prom dates and I stood there, adamantly refusing to join the line, only to stand alone....  Without a date.

I gulped, dreading the consequences already. The consequences of having to get ditched on the night of prom. Now, this night I thought would be the best night of my life was slowly becoming a nightmare.

He couldn't have ditched me. He possibly couldn't.

 "Prissy!"

I turned sharply to the voice that called my name. I would have wished it was my prom date, but judging through the feminine voice, I was immediately certain it wasn't.

Running up towards me from the red carpet where my classmates were already pairing up, were two girls from Chika's clique - Soma, and one of the twins, I couldn't tell which one it was yet. Both girls were coming at me with Ziba and they all had their somewhat identical coloured gowns, in their hands as they hopped towards me, looking extraordinarily happy to see me, for some reason.

"What are you doing standing here alone?" Soma  was interrogating, smile still plastered on her face, as she asked a question with a stupidly obvious answer.

"You look like a damsel in distress," Ziba said, as she felt my braids and passed on a compliment.

The girls where upclose now and I wanted to compliment how good they looked. I could also see that the twin, who I earlier couldn't decipher, was the 'crazy one'. I had been running track with those girls for nearly three years now and somehow, I still always mixed up their names. Not that I couldn't tell their differences, I could. The names were just my problem. However, if I wasn't mistakened, this one standing before  me with Soma, was Ebere.

"Oh, you poor baby," Ebere said to me, a  genuine pityful look lingering in her eyes as she seemed to quickly understand my situation. "Looking for your prom date, abi?"

"You see why it's better to just go with a friend, and see how good Prissy now looks, ehh," Soma looked at Ebere, who easily agreed and added, "I swear, boys can dissapoint you."

I felt a slight wave of embarrassment wash through me. These girls were only trying to express sincere sympathy, but I couldn't help but feel somewhat humiliated. Of course, the look on my face answered the question for me. They quickly knew that was the case.

"Call him na," Ziba suggested.

"Have you tried calling?" Ebere asked me.

"I don't have his number," I replied.

"Who is he?" Soma was the one who asked.

I blinked at her. "My prom date?"

"Of course, silly!" Ebere came in immediately, laughing and shaking her head at me.

"Nana." I told them. "Nnaemeka."

The revelation seemed to catch them off-guard.

Very Off-guard.

Soma and Ebere, particularly. Ziba looked the same.

However, I watched as Soma's eyes widened in static shock and her smile deteorated slowly. She was absolutely mortified. Ebere's smile rather froze in place for a second, along side with her whole facial expression. That smile on her face then arched downwards slightly, twitched a few times, and unbelieving eyes blinked at me, twice, I think, before briefly looking me up and down.

I shuddered a bit at the sudden slight hostility and irritation Ebere's demeanor gave off, yet that somewhat creepy smile on her face kept trying and failing to steady. It literally twitched over and over and I almost got goosebumps.

I quickly started wondering if I said something wrong. Did I? Did I?

Soma, who still looked a bit wary, glanced at Ebere, almost like she was waiting for her to say something... Almost like she was afraid of what Ebere was going to say.

The question kept screaming in my head;

WHAT DID I SAY WRONG!?

Ebere kept that creepy expression on her face, for a while longer, before a chuckle, a short, brief chuckle left her.

That scared me even more.

"Come with us!" Soma chirped, trying to pull away the akward atmosphere, and instantly, she pulled me in with them and hurriedly hooked her arm under mine, making sure to make me walk by she, and Ziba's side, deliberately distancing me away from Ebere, as we headed towards  the red carpet.

To my advantage, I didn't walk down the red carpet alone. I got into the hall with the girls who picked me up,  along side the rest of my classmates.

The hall was magnificent. The lighting, the arrangement. It was like stepping into heaven. I smiled inwardly, feeling a whole lot better, even with the fact that I may be dateless to my prom.

I sat on a table for four with Soma, Ebere, and Ziba and the girls, asides Ebere, tried to call Nana's line for me.... It didn't go through. Their efforts were all in vain.

"Doesn't make sense. Nana doesn't just go off like that. Right, Ebere?" Soma turned to her friend, confused.

Ebere didn't actually answer her. It was Ziba who tried to salvage the situation by engaging Soma in the same conversation she was trying to start up with Ebere.

Soma suggested I could stay with them, but I couldn't help, but feel a bit left out. Alone. Forget the fact that Ebere's attitude suddenly switched , the fact remained the same... I didn't have a prom date... And that fact was threatning to ruin the entire night for me.

I tuned out Soma and Ziba's incessant laughter and chit chatting and took my time scanning the hall, hoping to see if there was any chance of spotting him.

I spotted Giwa and Ivandor.

They looked like they were enjoying each other's company. Cute smiles. Cute laughs. Soft conversations. I smiled at them, temporarily feeling joy for them, having everything eventually worked for them.

I spotted Shade and Nova. The two were laughing like something was extremely funny. Shade occasionally was slapping his arm as she laughed. The two seemed to be having fun. As always.

I had half a mind to go to them... But no. Why come in between their last night together? That wouldn't be fair.

I nearly gave up on my search... Until I saw them.

Both of them.

A sigh of relief left me immediately and I muttered a 'Thank God!"

On a table for four, quite close to the large stage were Kelechi and Chido. Nana's friends. They sat there together, their dress combo and style made it obvious that thet were prom dates. My prom date, their friend, was not sitted with them. Although, it clearly looked like a seat, infact two, were already reserved for him... And me?

Could it? Could it be me? Or had they reserved it for him and somebody else?

I groaned. Concluding that I was just overthinking things. After excusing myself from the girls table, I made my way towards Kelechi and Chido, to ask questions. They were close to him. They would DEFINITELY know and understand what was happening, because I didn't.

"Hey.." I quietly took one of the spare seats on the table as I got to Kelechi and Chido.

I adruptly stopped whatever moment they were having and apologised softly for that. When the both of them turned to look at me, their eyes instantly lit up and warm smiled appeared on their faces.

"Oh, hello there, Prissy." Kelechi curtly greeted me. The dark skinned, stunningly pretty girl had her head, held high in majesty as she spoke with the neatest british accent I had ever heard in my life. TV included.

"Prissy, what's up, na?" Chido dragged my attention to him. "Why aren't you with Nana?"

"Yes, I was just about inquiring too," Kelechi frowned, observing me. "Where is Emeka?"

I was truly surprised how she managed to slay that accent and still pronounce 'Emeka' the right way, at the same time.

"The last I saw him, he told us that he was on a search for you." Kelechi gestured to me.

"Well, I don't believe he was looking for me." I said bluntly.

"He hasn't tried to reach out at all? Calls, maybe?" Kelechi asked and I shook my head, negative.

I watched as they tried to call his line, yet just like last time, it didn't go through. No such luck.

"He's not even in the room and that doesn't make sense." Chido said.

"Is it possible he perhaps evacuated the premises?" Kelechi asked him.

"For where?" Chido scoffed. "The guy is somewhere around, joor." He turned to me. "Have you looked upstairs?"

I raised my brows. "Upstairs?"

"Yes," Kelechi nodded slowly, looking like she realised something. "Some classmates are upstairs, right?" She asked Chido.

He nodded. "They were having problems with the prom voting site, so they probably called him too, up there."

"So disheartening they'd interrupt his prom for work." Kelechi shook her head.

"Even worse Prissy has to strand sef," Chido added. He looked at me, a look of pity and sympathy in his eyes.

"Will you wait here for him? Or do you want to check upstairs?" He asked me.

"I'll go upstairs," I responded, thanking them as I stood up from the seat. I muttered a 'Thankyou' politely and they smiled at me.

As nice as they were being, it felt odd staying in their presence, having I wasn't that used to them. And besides, I'd just look dumb in their midst, adjusting as a stupid third wheel and all. I wasn't ready for that.

I headed upstairs. I wasn't sure which part upstairs I was supposed to be looking because  there were various floors. I climbed the fleet of stairs and got myself into the first floor directly on top of the one where my classmates were already gathered for prom and I got myself into a vast spaced hall with scattered chairs, littered decoration wraps and poor lighting.

I groaned. I guess this was the wrong room?

That's how I got myself running around fleets of stairs and getting into empty halls on the night of my prom, all in a vain search of my prom date.

It got draining eventually. I was totally and completely drained and at that moment when I realised that all my efforts were only going to be leading me to more empty rooms and shattered hopes.

I couldn't believe it.

It was really happening. I was getting ditched on the night of my prom.

I was getting ditched.

I got to my very limit and collapsed against the cold floors, bursting into tears immediately as the realisation hit hard, tore me to pieces and destroyed all my dreams for tonight, blowing them as dust into the air and leaving a dull ache in my heart.

Why does this always have to happen to me?!

Why do I always ALWAYS have to get rejected?!

I literally cried my eyes out and thanked the heavens that I had adhered to Shade's advice on using waterproof make-up. I would have looked like a mess tonight. Not that it mattered anyway..... I wasn't even going to be attending prom.

I'll just stay here and hide till the night is over...

No one will know...

I'll stay here and hide...

I'll stay here and hide..

"Prissy?"

I'll hide in here till the night is over..

I'll hide in here till the night is over..

I whispered that to myself over and over again and cried my heart into my hands.

"Prissy?"

No one will see me.. No one will see me...

No one will know...

"Prissy!"

I jumped. Gasped. Sat up straight. Shock was evident in my eyes as they widened unexpectedly as I realised that a stranger was in the room with me.

I didn't look at whoever it was. Rather I tried hiding the fact that I was just crying by softly wiping the tears of my face.

"What?" My voice was soft, yet defensive.

"Why are you here?" The voice came again.

That voice...

The tension and dread wasn't letting me process it before. That voice... It wasn't a stranger. He wasn't a stranger.

I turned slowly to who it was, and my vision blurred and tried to steady, eventually and successfully making out Yure's figure at the entrance of the vast hall.

"You're crying," he said... Like it was a fact.

"I'm not." I responded.

He wasn't convinced. He just stood there, looking at me with a mixed look of worry and slight confusion, tucking both hands into the trousers of his suit, carefully observing me.

Dammit, he looks so good!

I sighed... Immediately tired of all these.

Who am I even kidding?

Why am I decieving myself? He doesn't even feel anything towards me?

I looked away from him when he started to walk towards me. I diverted my gaze from his direction to my knees that I was hugging ever so tightly.

"You can't come in here alone and start crying on the night of your prom and expect me to ignore you." He said, sliding down the wall next to me and sitting right by my left side.

"I won't." He said bluntly.

"I wasn't crying," The efficiency of my attempt to toughen up my voice to back up my lie shocked me.  Even Yure was quiet for a short while. Although, I felt his eyes on me, but I didn't say anything else.

"Okay.." he finally spoke.  "Then, why are you here?" He further asked me.

"I mean, this is a very odd place to be found on prom night." he still went onn.

"I was just going upstairs to see our classmates there." I told him, refusing still to look at him.

"Uhmm.. Since when were you involved in the preparation of the site?" He asked.

Jeez... All these questions..

"You could have just used the elevator though. It takes you straight up there. All these other halls are practically deserted," He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"None of the elevators lead here. The only destination it gets you to is the first floor." He elaborated.

Oh, Nigeria.

"It's something the school should be fixing up anyways," he went on.

"Why doesn't anyone come here?" I asked.

He laughed under his breath. "Don't you see what this place looks like?"

Yup, I had noticed. Faded colours on the walls. Old chairs littered everywhere, a few damaged furniture, terrible lighting, and littered floors.

"We're in a dump." Yure elaborated it for me.

"No one would want to be here. No one would want to walk that much, climbing unending stairs, only to get to this dump." He leaned in close to me, looked at me. "That's why I don't understand why you're here."

"What about you?" I looked back at him.

"What?"

"Why are you here, Yure?"

He blinked. Froze for a second, momentarily stunned and taken off-guard by my question.

"Well..I.."

I already knew a lie was coming. I knew the guy too well.

"I was going upstairs to help with the site problems," He wounded my ears with such a stupid lie.

"Oh yeah? What about the elevator? Why walk so much then, instead of using them? You just said that no one would want to do that." I pressed on.

Yure blinked twice at me, then his shoulders dropped. Actually.. relaxed. He looked away.

"I was looking for my prom date. I think she ditched me." His truth finally came.

"Exactly my plight too." I sighed, dropped my hands in a gesture of surrender, not hiding the truth anymore.

There was silence for a while. Neither of us said anything. We stayed in our silence, feeding off it like it was giving us peace.

"I don't even want to go down there," I whispered.

"Me too," he replied.

I laughed a little. "It's funny though. I didn't expect to be ditched on my prom night."

"Neither did I," Yure sighed.

There was another round of silence. I had to admit.... This.. This was still unbelievable. It was almost hilarious.

I did it first.

My shoulders quaked as I let out pure laughter and like Yure was sucking it all up as well, he laughed with me too.

We both started laughing and I wasn't even sure why.. But we didn't stop laughing... For a long time.

"I guess we all will graduate with different memories of this one night.." Yure said after we had taken breaths in, after our fit of laughter.

"I don't know how to feel about this memory," I said.

"Prissy?" He called me.

I looked to him. "Yeah?"

"What did you picture your prom to be like?" He asked me.

I briefly thought about the question. I already had my answers.

"I always wanted it to be magical." I simply said.

"Define magical in your context," he said.

I shrugged, laughed a little. "I don't know, just.. just me, having the time of my life with my date. Wanted to feel special. Loved?" I dismissed the rubbish I was saying with a wave of my hands. "Forget it, forget it. I'm talking nonsense."

Yure laughed. "No, no, you're not."

"It doesn't matter anyway. It's not going to happen. I guess it's goodbye to that special dream prom of mine," I shrugged, a wistful smile appeared on my face as I fought back another round of tears.

"Prom isn't over though.." he hinted. "You can't conclude it when it has barely even started."

"I'm not going downstairs, Yure." I was blunt.

"I'll respect that if it's your decision." He said.

"So then, what's your point?" I asked him.

Yure stood up and I only watched him. I didn't stand, just traced his rising figure, until he was on his feet, in front of me, looking down at me, that cute dimpled smile appearing in full on his face.

"We have this entire wretched hall to ourselves," He told me.

"And?"

"And.." He repeated. "If you don't want to go downstairs, we can have our own prom up here."

I laughed at what he said and shook my head at the boy.

"This wasn't exactly my ideal prom venue, Mr. Adediji." I folded my arms and looked at him.

"Come on," he smiled more, stretched forth his hands towards me and I was reluctant for a while, before taking it.

Yure's hands travelled around my waist and chills ran through me at his touch. His eyes remained on me, looking straight into my eyes and I felt my heart melt at his gaze. I felt as though a huge burden was instantly lifted off me and a new feeling of euphoria filled me up.

He smiled again, almost like he knew that he was making me feel better.

Thankyou, Yure. Thankyou...

He placed his hand gently on my face and his fingers slowly traced the skin of my face, like he was absorbing it's beauty. Taking it all in.

"Dance with me." He said to me.

"There's no music. We're not mad people." I politely responded.

His short laughter resonated through me, causing the hairs on my body to stand as more chills moved through me. I had to smile.

"Only on one condition though.." I told him, tilting my head to look up at him as his hands never left my face.

"I'm listening," he said.

"Sing for me." I said.

He laughed. He really laughed.

"You're tripping." He shook his head.

"Now you see how stupid we both sound," I smirked at him.

He looked at me for a while, quietly observing my features, staring at me like I was a bright star in the sky. Like I was actually worth looking at.

"What are you thinking?" I asked him, curious.

"You're beautiful," he said easily and my heart was a mess of explosions.

"Not just on the outside alone... But on the inside as well," he told me, and I blushed at the compliment.

"Thank you." I said to him.

"You have nothing to thank me for, Prissy. I should be the one thanking you for coping with all my bullshit for so long." He said.

He let go off me and I was confused.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, alarmed.

"I have an idea," he winked at me, before getting out his phone from his pocket and tapping softly on it.

"We're singing and dancing, remember?" He paused action on his phone and looked at me.

I nearly broke into laughter.

"Wait, we're still on this!?" I exclaimed.

He smirked, showcased his left dimple. "Ofcourse."

Yure started playing a slow soft song on his phone and I instantly recognised his voice from the first note.

"It's an unreleased track," he told me and I went, "ohhh", nodded in understanding.

I breathed as his voice did what it did to my body. What it did to my body. Murdered me slowly and slowly and slowly and made me feel weak in the knees.

"Do you even know how talented you are?" I asked this boy.

He smiled. A very modest smile.

"Let's dance, Prissy." He said to me.

Yure and I danced to his song. His hands on my waist, my hands, going up, wrapping around his neck softly, as our bodies swayed and swayed to the soft, calming music.

His song was a rhythm of soft water drops and sweet tunes of the violin. The lyrics reminded me of Imperfect humans, flaws, mistakes, regrets, make-ups, break-ups.... Peace...

We danced. We didn't stop moving in each other's and I closed my eyes so I could completely immense the music, feel it in my bones, in my soul, and suck in all the peace it was giving us both as we slow danced.

We only stopped when we felt someone watching us. My eyes shot open in instant shock.

"Who was that!" I nearly screamed.

Yure had not a clue. He was even more confused than I was.

"Let's leave here," he quickly suggested and I didn't waste time to comply.

Yure and I walked down together, heading to the main prom hall and I froze, we froze, at what we  saw.

Awwww, look at our babies ❤️❤️❤️
PS, who do you think was watching them? Disclaimer: there is a 99.9% chance you're terribly wrong😂❤️

And about Ebere's sudden attitude change.... What do you think that was about?? Let's see who can figure it out before TMBT comes☺️❤️

Merry Christmas once again. You can proceed to the next update❤️☺️