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~ACHA~

"Go out there and make me proud as a father, son."

That was all my father's words to me that Monday morning.

Right before I left the house for school.

The man hated my guts.

It wasn't just what he said, it was how he said it.

The disgust and frustration in his tone, the irritation and grudge that his eyes let known, the entire coldness his entire demeanour possessed. It was like he was looking for the most subtle ways to say to me "Give me a reason to call you my son in public".

Since when would he even care about being subtle in his words with me? Well, all I can say is that if not for my mum, I would have been fighting down a massive amount of rage and heartbreak on my way to School.

I have no idea what she said to him about what had happened on Sunday.

Every time he got too harsh with me, she always confronted him... but I don't know what she said to him particularly about that day that made him so cold towards me, yet careful. So careful. I still couldn't miss out on the disdain his eyes foretold, and Mum on the other hand, didn't look like she was having it with him. 

He wasn't speaking to her and she wasn't speaking to him either.

All because of me.

Only God knows what she said to him.

All because of me.

That man really hated me.

Nonetheless, my utmost desire was to please him. To make him happy. So, I was going to do as he said. I would do what he wanted me to do. Anything to make him proud of me. Anything.

"That boy called Ivandor Fejaun..."

Something triggered me, and my muscles tensed at the mention of that name by my father.

Ivandor Fejaun.... The one who could impress this hard man that was my father,

It took everything in me to not act affected. "Yes, sir?" 

"Destroy him." Dad's  deep voice made it sound like a deadly order. He watched my every slight movement, heating up the air around us as he pinned me with just that one intense, dangerous glare that knew how to rip you of all your confidence and boldness. Completely.

It took everything in me to not falter. "Yes sir."

He took a step closer, seriousness and dangerous urgency in his entire demeanour, more fire in his scary, blood thirst eyes. "No, you don't understand."

"Destroy that boy, son," He said to me. "No one stood in my way. No one stood in your brother's way, and listen..." I moved back against his tremendously towering height and insanely muscled, athletic build that was pathetic compared to mine, as he stepped up again. Stepped back from him against my will, for a split second, in all his deadly urgency, I couldn't recognise him. "And no one will stand in your way too, son."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I dared not to question him.

"Yes, sir." Was all I said before he let me go.

And somehow, I forced myself to manage the pressure I was feeling the whole entire ride to School, and I found myself searching the media vigorously for something, anything to make me feel even a tad bit better.

The first message as I put on my data was from Ada, and my anxiety heightened.

I deliberately ignored her message.

And moved on to greener pastures.

I didn't think it would linger on, but a viral video of me and that girl, Dabeluchi had sprung up again, stirring up the rumour that was spreading about us the week before, and keeping it alive.

The attention was what I lived for. Every comment, every tag, every repost or retweet, every rumour, every gossip, all these went a long way to remind me just how relevant I was. And it felt good... It felt satisfying.

What I didn't understand, however, was what Dabeluchi was aiming for with this exactly.

I lived for the joy and attention, to make myself feel good, and even better about myself, what was she getting from it?

As far as I knew, she had never been one of those kind of girls to publicly do things for clout, so I was almost sure that wasn't her intention. But then again, I barely knew her... So, how could I be sure that at the end of the day she wasn't that kind of girl?

But then, when I remembered how much she wanted to be away from me that night we got locked up in that room together...

A lot of girls wanted to be around me, but Dabeluchi wanted to be away from me so passionately. Like I was a terrorist of some sort, or worse, a disease.

She was so scared, so horrified even to be around me, and then somehow, on the first day of school, she gets so much courage to walk over to my class, and boldly pull a stunt for everyone. 

Maybe, I made a good impression on her that night we were in that room? One that made her determined to see me again, that's what I thought initially. 

I didn't even know when she had walked into the class, but I was in the midst of some art boys that moment when I heard a bold, confident 'hey' from a feminine voice.

It was too confident for me to have deciphered it was Dabeluchi.

And with the way the boys had burst into ridiculous cheers, I became curious to see who was talking to me.

I turned back to see Dabeluchi, and I was.... Confused.

This girl I had already branded in my head to me the most introverted female to walk the earth. The one who walked, practically hiding her frame behind her friends. The distinctively different one in the clique with the bigger uniforms, less organized look, and less outspoken nature was standing in front of me, hands on akimbo, and confidence from 'God knows where'. 

I was so confused.

She broke character, looking like a panic attack was about to start,  I tensed up for a moment, thinking of how to help her.

"Hey," I could only greet back..  as it was the nice thing to do.

I almost asked her what she was doing here... I didn't expect her to talk to me after that night.

But when she once again broke character as she glanced briefly around the entirety of the class, I stopped again, panicking for her once again.

She regained her composure again and so did I.

Crazy how contagious her switch-ups were..?

It was funny, I was actually amused.

A good number of my classmates were having a good show watching us at that point.

"I didn't expect you to be here," I had told her honestly.

Her fingers played on the desk, as she feigned a confident cool and smooth demeanour that amused me once more. 

What is this girl? I had thought to myself.

"So, you don't want me here?"

My brain went 'huh?'

It wasn't what she said, it was how she said it.

The insecurity reeked, it was a contrast to her confident aura, and it took me off guard.

Here I was, feeling the shit out of this girl's boldness, and the next thing, she just drops all her cover, her insecurity on me, pouring it all over me without a warning.

Made me question her motives and aims even more.

That's when things started to go off.

"I'm sorry, I-"

Why was she apologising?

"Sorry, I.." She was still apologising, moved back several  steps and rubbed on her neck nervously, continued muttering her apologies, and looking like she was going to pee on herself.

Sean walked into on all the palava, seeing how confused I was, and how hysteric Dabeluchi was and he may have even looked more confused than I was. The entire situation was ridiculous, and I wanted it to end... especially for her. She looked like she would die of a seizure soon.

And right in the middle of the storm, you know what this girl did?

She jumped like a dove. I swear it. She jumped and the next thing, she was landing brutally on me, nearly falling off to the ground if I hadn't held her tight immediately. Inches. Barely inches was all that demarcated our lips from touching that instant.

Sean's eyes grew wide like saucers and the entire class exploded.

She nearly fell off a second time when abruptly screamed a greeting to Yure, a classmate, who literally walked into the class that same moment, and after a few words, Yure barely glanced at me and Dabeluchi, a look of confusion lingering for a moment from our pairing, but something he just barely shrugged off before leaving us alone, to attend to his girlfriend.

Sean observed my position with Dabeluchi for a moment, and just laughed, shook his head, muttered 'dude' under his breath in all his amusement.

"I think you should go to your class." He said to Dabeluchi.

It was like a demon entered into her, she didn't even wait for a second.

Just like that, she stood up from my laps, face straight as a plain sheet, and walked out of the class.

Just like that.

And after that day she came to my class, to this present day, Dabeluchi never spoke to me again. Never even looked back at me even.

It didn't make sense to me at all.

I would have guessed she just liked me. I mean, a lot of girls do. 

But, then a part of me begged to differ. 

But then, if she did, she had an odd way of expressing herself.... and for some reason, it fascinated me. It confused me, yes, but also fascinated me. I couldn't explain it.

A huge part of me wanted to just know what exactly she wanted from me.

But if she wasn't going to talk to me again, that meant I was supposed to make the next move.

"BRAH!"

I didn't even need to look to know who it was.

I was trying to shut the car door of the passengers seat after the driver had already pulled up in the parking lot of the Castron High, seconds after coming in through the large red school gate, and I caught sight of the dark skinned, slim boy, all the way from the path between the large, main hall that greeted anyone who stepped into the school, and the Jss1 block, and he was grinning and running towards me like a damn bulldozer.

I dodged a dangerous head spear from him as soon as he reached me.  "How did you even know I was here, you crazed stalker?" 

Sean's huge grin remained intact as he screamed to my face. "YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT!"

I actually laughed.

Someone was excited this Monday Morning.

Unfortunately, I didn't even have the strength to shout.

I only looked at him to assure him of one thing.

 "You look like shit too, bro."

Sean threw his head back to laugh.

And that's on Good morning.

We got to the noisy SS3 Block and my entire mood dropped at what I saw. Who I saw.

Ivandor fucking Fejaun.

"Destroy him." My dad's words replayed in my head.

The idiot was just stepping into the block from the other end of it, hands shoved in his school trouser pockets, foreign hair packed in a low man bun, bored, uninterested look on his face and that effortless non-chalant aura and swagger that irritated me, all around him as he passed bodies of classmates who either obstructed his way, or tried- in vain - to get his attention.

Proud son-of-a-bitch.

Sean noticed my glare on him, but said nothing.

"FEJAUN!"

That was literally all it took for all my team mates, the ballers who were previously talking to Giwa and her clique to turn their attention to the new kid who stepped into the block.

All I heard before I had stepped into my class was the infuriating praises thrown left, right and centre by mainly Aaron and Casper, and of course the rest of the team at Ivandor and my blood boiled.

That would have been me getting all that praise if only he was never born.

"MAN LIKE ACHA!"

Fuck yes, exactly what I needed.

The moment I stepped into class, it was one of many Art boys, JJ, and a bunch of Kaniru's boys who mixed up with us that morning, scattered around the form teacher's desk, throwing all their chants and praises at me.

"I'm irrelevant, guys!" Sean was screaming his sarcasm on top of all the voices that were chanting in my name.

"No, Acha knows why we're hailing him! Our nigga! Our guy!"

That was JJ, and boy, the roughly dressed boy looked even the most excited this morning.

He got up from the midst of the unruly gang boys that surrounded him, and rushed up to me, slapping my hand in a bro's handshake and roughly bumping a shoulder into mine in an aggressive bro's hug.

"We saw what you're doing out there in the streets, bro!" Kingsley, one of Kaniru's boys chanted.

Oshio, another one, followed up. "Stealing all these girl's hearts! We see you my guy! No other like you oo!"

These boys sure knew how to massage an ego, and all of them - JJ, Kaniru's boys, and the few number of guys who joined in the trend - didn't stop.

I smirked, basking in all of this, letting it all massage the bitterness from what happened with my team mates and Ivandor earlier. That would show him!

The sound of the bell dared to cut short my joy and I could hear Soma, the loud Utility prefect screaming all the way from her class.

Soma is Dabeluchi's friend.... I wondered why that random and practically useless piece of information just popped into my head.

I looked to JJ and in turn to that his huge school bag he always had around, lying carelessly on the floor...... And I wondered if he still had Dabeluchi's phone.

The class started getting rowdy as people started to leave for the Morning Assembly.

"You." Sean pointed to JJ. "You're coming with us, right?"

"The boys and I were in the middle of a mad discussion..." JJ started to protest, and the moment that Sean dropped from a hundred to zero, he automatically stopped talking.

The gang boys didn't get the hint of course, one of them started an elaboration that I was sure neither me or Sean really gave a shit about.

"Yeah, Boss wants to talk to us. There's one girl's matter we want to deal with." The guy told us.

Sean looked displeased. Irritated to an extent.

He raised a brow at them. At JJ. At them again. "And what does that shitty piece of information have to do with JJ?" 

That switch up was fast!

The boys only stared right back at Sean, so unbothered, like they were used to his shit. Deep down, there was something sinister about the way they just watched him.... saying absolutely nothing. It didn't sit well with me. Not at all.

JJ was quick to stand up immediately.

"See you later, bros'," He saluted them, standing up from their midst.

Bros? My eyes followed JJ as he made his way towards us, a part of me feeling oddly suspicious.

I thought Sean was just magnifying the whole thing about JJ slowly picking those boys over us, but at this point, I was starting to think he wasn't being delusional anymore.

And what the hell was it what that stare those boys had on for a moment.... A part of me felt that something was terribly off. I only wondered how much JJ knew about it.

Sean needed to be more careful around those guys. It was starting to bother me.

"I'm very sure it's about Giwa Falade."

We were heading towards the other end of the block, when JJ popped the gist.

"What are you talking about?" I frowned at him.

"The girl the guys want to deal with..." JJ elaborated for us, such vibrancy in his tone. 

I fought the urge to ask him how that random information was of our interest.

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm sure, but I have a feeling." He continued talking.

"Oh, really. You don't know? Well, that's a shocker." Sean's cold sarcasm was like ice on our backs. "You know? Since they are your new best friends, I didn't expect them to be keeping secrets like this from you."

Either JJ didn't get the hint that Sean wasn't too pleased, or he just chose to wade it off. The younger boy laughed his ass off.

Sean didn't laugh. Nothing was funny to him. I didn't laugh either. Didn't get the joke either. Only JJ.

"But no kidding, J," I had to speak up. "You literally disappeared the entire week before without warning. After the whole incident with Nana's laptop, you totally went missing in action. What happened?"

To be honest. I was so into the whole Sean/Ada thing, yet that didn't stop me from picking that fact up.

"Is there anything you want to tell us, JJ? Is something wrong?" I asked him.

The boy didn't have a particular response and it was odd. Just looked away from us awkwardly and rubbed on the back of his neck as we walked, a look of uncertainty on this face.

Sean wasn't even having it with us, all my soft urging and sentiments were apparently bullshit to him. 

"Look," he scanned JJ through. "If you have something to say, open that your mouth and talk, abeg. Acha, stop giving him baby treatment, if he doesn't want to talk, he should stay there."

"That's a bit harsh," I whispered to Sean, and he didn't answer me.

We stepped out of the hallway and into the partially crowded path filled with some of our classmates, and majorly SS2s' who were rushing out of their block on the orders of the prefects.

 "Nana..." JJ finally spoke up. Subtly. "Is he.." He looked somewhat uncomfortable. "Is he still angry?"

"How are we supposed to know that?" Sean answered. "He hasn't said anything to us since then. It's your fault for wrecking his computer anyway, what did you expect? Maybe one day you'll learn a thing or two about being less careless and pissing people off unnecessarily."

Was it just me or was Sean being unusually mean to JJ today?

"Me, my own, I'm just surprised your new friends are hiding secrets from you." Sean concluded, in all his petty annoyance at JJ.

"It's not a secret if it's about Giwa. They're my friends, so they tell me everything." JJ legit clapped back at Sean.

I nearly stumbled and fell off the pavement by the path... If I hadn't held myself.

Did that just happen? JJ just clapped back at Sean?

"What's the deal about Giwa?" I asked JJ.

I didn't care, I just needed to spark up any distraction that would pull Sean away from lashing out on JJ.

"You didn't hear what she did last week to SS1 girls?" JJ asked me.

I heard. I didn't care. But go on, JJ.

"She made them loosen their braids and pull off their socks after assembly. Then, the bitch made Kaniru's sister walk back to block alone, with her hair half loosened, and a bunch of used socks that belonged to her classmates in her hands." He told me.

I cringed at the embarrassment. But why would someone do that?

"She deserves whatever is coming to her." JJ laughed to himself. "That girl loves to feel so relevant. And the years of brain washing has made our classmates too blind to see she's not worth all the significance."

There were one too many reasons people were terrified of that girl to be honest.

"She makes her post of Head girl look like some dictatorship role," he scoffed. "It's the audacity for me, messing with Kaniru's family. Boys don't even cross Kaniru, and a mere girl somehow summoned all that guts. She feels so powerful. She and all those other clown feminists in our set. Females trying to be all that, it's ridiculous. Girls aren't meant to be powerful, they should stop stop clowning, abeg."

I didn't even have the chance to say anything, and the next thing I heard was the sound of a mighty, powerful slap that landed on the back of JJ's head.

"Shut your trap, abeg! You're talking nonsense, brah!" Sean finished him.

JJ, slightly peeved, rubbed the back of his head, and I must say, he needed that. He was talking too much and starting to make the whole thing too personal.

"What do you mean girls aren't powerful?" Sean was actually laughing for real, and I realised that this boy may have a serious problem with mood swings. 

"Brah, look at that girl.." He turned our attention to a stray SS2 or SS1 girl that walked past us with her friends, whoever she was, and made emphasis at her large behind. "Are you not seeing that ass?! That shit is a weapon of mass destruction, she can take the three of us out! If that's not power, I don't know what is!"

I laughed so hard, the entire road must have been looking at us.

JJ's phone beeped with a message, and he stopped walking immediately as he glanced at the screen. "Uhh...." He seemed like he was retracting from us.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'll meet you guys after the Assembly," He said.

I knew he was going to Kaniru's boys. I don't know, but I just knew.

He adjusted the hold on his big back pack like there was something in it he was hiding, and I looked at it, thought about Dabeluchi's phone for a moment, and since Sean wasn't responding to him, so I decided to do the talking.

"Go." I said, and I watched him leave us.

I only looked at that backpack and decided that there was nothing on earth that was going to stop me from stealing that Dabeluchi's phone from him.

~DABI~

"You shouldn't be here."

"I know, but I can't be out there with them." I answered.

"But what if one of them comes in and sees you here?"

My anxiety rose. "It's not possible, they're not around." 

"Some people are still here."

I swallowed. "The block is empty."

"You know that's not true."

"What are you still doing in class?"

I jumped, startled. 

That voice didn't come from my head.

I refused to look at the door to see who was talking to me, and my body remained frozen, horrified eyes fixed on the desk and dared to not look at the door, to the intensely deep voice that just spoke to me.

Where was I? You may ask.

SS2 Class F.

And how did I get there?

Long story short, Soma made us, the sisters, follow us to drive juniors out of the block for the Assembly. One of the scariest things I've ever done in my life.

Soma's boldness was something I couldn't get used to. This girl ran round like a cheetah, ringing that bell violently in the ears of juniors who were being too sluggish, screaming into girl's ears, and slapping sluggish boys on the ass, and these juniors were doing anything to avoid her vigorous assault.

"Oh, this one is still walking? You want me to slap your bum bum??"

SMACK! "E shock you?! C'mon, move to the hall fas fas!"

"FIYIN AND HER CLIQUE! ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE GISTING OR MOVING TO THE HALL FOR ASSEMBLY?! SHOULD I COME THERE?????"

In fact, the sisters didn't even do much, because literally anyone who saw Soma coming or heard her voice from any distance started to hasten their steps or even run in order to avoid the mad prefect from destroying their eardrums - with either her voice or that bell-  or bruising their male ego with an ass slap.

And after the first half, I dropped out. The crowd of juniors running all round us, was starting to give me a nausea, so I found the last empty class in the SS2 block, and asked the sisters to pick me up after they were done.

"I asked a question."

The deep voice at the door jolted me again, and I sat up straight, swallowed, and looked to the door immediately to see who was talking to me.

Horror gripped me, gripped my spine.

No, it wasn't an SS2 boy.

It was my classmate.

A prefect.

Ivandor Fejaun.

He stood at the door, looking at me with the plainest, most bored expression on his face. Hands in his pocket, and posture, upright like a manikin, as he stared me down, watched me like a wandering ghost.

"I..." Gulp. "I'm waiting for my friends so we can go together."

"And do you and your friends know what time it is?" He retorted, unmoved.

I blinked, confused.... Someone remind me why he was talking to me. I mean, with the kind of reputation this guy had in our set, I should have been invisible right now in his eyes.

"Go to the hall." He ordered me, moved his hands in his pocket as he narrowed dark hazel eyes at me, closely. "Now."

He ordered so calmly, yet there was so much weight to his command.

"But.. I.." I became uncomfortable under his stare. "Chika said she'd be-"

"Wait." He cut me off, a slight look of confusion on his face. "Chika? Chika Chioma?"

I gulped, nodded. "Yes."

"Your friend is Chika." He said again, took another look at me closely.

I wasn't sure where this conversation was heading, but I nodded, nonetheless. "Yes."

He was quiet for a second, seeming to sink it in so calmly.

"You're in my set." He seemed to just realize.

I was taken aback. "Of course I'm in your set."

Ivandor didn't even... He... He didn't even know I was his classmate.

He didn't even know me..?

Even after all the rumours going round in my name? He still didn't know me?

How was that possible? Was he trying to say he wasn't aware of anything going on in our set?

"Wait... You thought I was a junior student?" I realized myself. So that was why he ordered me out of the class. "Is it because I'm in SS2 block?"

The mixed race boy didn't particularly reply. He just barely regarded me for a second or two with that unfazed, unbothered look on his face. Then he blinked, looked away from me, and walked out of the class. Completely dropping all interest to continue a conversation with me.

I felt stupid.

I don't know why I felt so stupid, because in reality, he actually didn't say anything to me. All he did was look away from me, and it felt like the earth should swallow me up. So embarrassing.

I needed to leave here, I was suddenly not ready for more confrontation. I left the class and when Ivandor was nowhere to be found, I figured he may have left the block.

I paused at Class C.... Taken aback by something I saw.

The class was still full. It confused me.

Although, people were getting ready to leave, it almost looked like they were taking as much time as they could, properly arranging their things, and even gisting and laughing while taking the most of their time.

I thought the block was empty. I thought the prefects had emptied it.

So, why was Class C still so full and unbothered?

"Time is going, speed up."

I froze at the familiar voice that spoke to the class.

No, it wasn't possible!

A prefect couldn't be in that class and they were THAT unbothered. It wasn't possible.

But if my ears deceived me, my eyes didn't.  

Looking in through the window, I realised that Casper Bassey was standing there in front of the class, watching the unbothered Ss2 students of Class C, as they took all the time in the world to leave the class at their own pace, at their own will. Completely unfazed by the fact that a prefect was standing before them.

The damn disrespect.... Chills ran through me.

How come this happened? Did all the other prefects skip this class? Or they thought the block was empty as I did too? Maybe some of them hadn't even been to that side of the block. Class C in SS2 block was a bit secluded, it had another narrow corridor leading to it, so I wouldn't blame them for making that mistake of skipping the class accidentally..... if it was a mistake.

But Casper.... Damn, watching these SS2s' treat him like he was so irrelevant gave me chills.

"You." He sternly addressed a particular boy who was dressed too tattered on a Monday Morning, tie hanging loose, shirt roughly and partially tucked, and pink comb, fixed in his rough, bushy hair.

The boy was in the midst of his sluggish friends, a group of boys in SS2 I had well recognized to be known well in this school, and he frowned at Casper. "What?"

My heart knotted painfully. The hostility. From a junior to a senior.

"Dress properly before you leave this class." Casper ordered him.

"Guy, no dey shout for me, abeg!" He fired back at Casper, who didn't even flinch, but just watched him and his tout friends laugh at his clap back at Casper.

"... And can you imagine what Stella now did?" Aminah, Ss2 sets own queen bee, was just stepping out of the class with her clique of friends, nearly choking me to death with their expensive and intoxication perfumes. 

Ada, amongst them, seemed to be taken aback by my stalking presence, and when she looked directly at me with those piercing eyes of hers, all my peace left me.

"Mad oo!" She scoffed, as she dragged her mocking look away from me and back to her friends, and I wasn't sure if her comment was for me or for whatever it was that Aminah was gossiping about.

"WHAT!? THEY'RE STILL PEOPLE IN THIS BLOCK?!"

The girls that just left were already in the main hallway, away from their hidden class corridor, when I heard that loud, thundering voice of a male from a distance.

Whoever he was must have caught sight of Aminah and her clique.

That voice sounded just like Aaron Godson.

And the whole of Class C turned upside down.

They legit scattered, started running around the place like lizards, and thrusting themselves out of the class like lightening bolts, it was like the brink of an apocalypse in the class, and even if I knew it had nothing to do with me, I was at the verge of a panic attack.

Either Aaron was too overwhelmed with rage to notice me standing by the window, but as he stormed in here, he was thrashing his belt around the entire place like a mad man, scaring the living daylights out of me, and the juniors in the class at well, who ran away from him, from his assaults as well.

"WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE GOING? IT'S ALREADY PAST 7:3O, IT'S NOT MY HALL YOU WANT TO ENTER!" He followed the racing, frantic juniors out of the class, running and shouting after them, and I couldn't get over the fact that he called the school hall his hall.

I saw Casper, for the first time in my life, being as calm as possible, just standing there and staring into the empty space of the empty class his best friend just single-handedly emptied in seconds..... What he couldn't even do that quickly.

My heart broke for him.

"AND A PREFECT WAS IN YOUR CLASS, AND YOU PEOPLE WERE STILL SITTING THERE! ALL OF YOU SHOULD JUST BE LYING DOWN THERE, LET ME NOT SEE YOUR FACE!" Aaron was still screaming at the class, and the commotion was hard to ignore.

"AND WAIT OO! WHAT KIND OF DRESSING IS THAT, HAVE YOU LOST IT?!"

A sick part of me hoped Aaron was talking to that same disrespectful SS2 boy from earlier.

I couldn't see anything past the corridors, and all I heard was voices.

"Guy, no push me again!" 

It was him, the same SS2 boy who disrespected Casper. That was his voice.

A sicker part of me felt satisfied when I heard dozens of dangerous, belt lashes landing on skin and I thought to myself, good for him...

However, things switched up real quick and when the lashes got more severe, more aggressive, and the Ss2 Boy was reduced to a shameless, pleading mess, I thought to myself... Too much. It's getting too much.

My heart raced, so so badly, and I closed my eyes, panting in fear, swallowed, found it hard to breathe, found it hard to adjust to the torture.

Aaron was.... brutal.

Brutal. Unmerciful. BRUTAL!

I became more scared of him.

Casper walked out of the class, a neutral look on his face like nothing, NOTHING was happening out there, and when he looked to me, my breathing stopped.

"What are you doing here?" He asked me, chills running through me with that eerie quiet tone.

I began to stammer, my heart would fail any moment. I foresaw a stroke.

Casper's look on me softened for a moment.

"I'm sorry you have to witness this," He said to me.

I couldn't respond. I couldn't speak.

"Come with us, we'll take you to the hall," Casper said to me.

God forbid. Come with who? Him and that beast?

I gulped. "I'm fine here."

He looked unconvinced, but like he knew he needed to leave me alone, he let me have my space to go into the hell scene that Aaron was stirring up in the SS2 Hallway.

I watched behind him, and I knew that I was opening a new chapter of my life that may be too much for me to take in.

And you know why?

Well, see, the thing is....

Casper Bassey is my neighbour.

I'm sorry if I.... traumatized you?😢

Omo, I thought it would be fun, but I got so scared of Aaron too as I wrote this chapter 😢😂but everything that happens in this book adds up to the plot so this shit had to be written.

How did it make you feel about Aaron? And what do you think about Casper? The whole scene with him and SS2 students, in fact what is your entire analysis on Aaron, Casper, the entire thing that happened, and the Ss2s'. Humour me!😌

And we finally know Dabi's neighbour, lolll. How do you think this part of the plot is going to shape the entire book? If you guess it correctly, I will bend, on G!😂✌️

Low-key, if you guessed it was Casper already, you need accolades because you are a very attentive reader. Casper is the only character with blonde in his hair, dirty blonde actually, so it can look like light brown if you look at it a certain way. The colour of Casper's hair was mentioned in the first chapter that Aaron and Caper were introduced in, so either you have a photochromic memory or you are reading 'The Things we do' by Donaldprince

And the scene with Ivandor and Dabi? I'm just scared of the people that will read TMBT before TLT, they'll soooo get the worst impression of our wizard ooo!😂😂

And lol, Acha wants to steal Dabi's phone? Can I hear someone say #Dacha!!!!!!😌✌️

See y'all during the weekend!!❤️