Hey, lovelies! How has your week been??

Mine's been pretty rough, but I'm happy this update was possible. Oh, and thank you for 21k reads. I didn't even know when we entered 20k, e shock me die!

~DABI~

As expected, we all ended up in the School's Disciplinary Building.

In Castron High, that was one of the scariest places to end up in. If you weren't a prefect, and got called there for any reason, then you were in trouble. There were no two ways about it.

The members of the School Authority of Castron High seldom engaged themselves in any matter concerning the school, unless it was beyond necessary. They entrusted the Prefects with way too much power to control the affairs of the entire school, and that was just one of the reasons that SS3 students bended some rules - like wearing black socks to school and bringing phones to school, for example - because, well, their own classmates could not punish them for breaking rules.

So, for any case to be particularly too serious for the prefects, or at least the relevant and head teachers to handle, and the School Authority had to come in, it meant serious serious trouble.

In order words; You were in dipshit.

Real, deep stinking shit.

Specifically, we were in the principal's office.

The outcome of what had gone down with Ebere and Tekena shouldn't have been so serious, as there have been a thousand and one fights, or rather in Ebere's case, assaults, that had gone down in this school's history that couldn't even be close to comparison.

Well, what particularly caused us to land ourselves here in the Principal's office, you may ask?

Class F girls got awfully dramatic about it, and went to alert all the teachers and spread reports that Ebere was strangling Tekena and the latter was asthmatic and had already passed out and was unconscious. Some even said she had already died.

Lies, obviously. Ebere did beat the crap out of her, for sure. But she didn't strangle her. And Tekena was fully conscious throughout the entire thing, and no, she didn't pass out at all.

The entire thing was just a scene filled with a lot of slapping, fair amount of hair pulling, and way too much scratching. And Tekena was barely even fighting back. The sun-bright chatterbox was just staying there on the floor, screaming and shouting through it all.

So, apparently, it was easy to have advantage over Ebere, and insinuate that the entire scene was much more dramatic and exaggerated than it actually was, and Class F girls were fast to do just that.

Tekena wasn't even helping matters. When a group of Class Boys effortlessly got Ebere off the other girl, Tekena was already panting so hard, crying, and acting like she was on the verge of death, fuelling the drama even more. And by the time the teachers had gotten to the scene, she was acting even more extra; crossing her eyes over, struggling for breath, staggering, and slurring words that sounded like 'I'm passing out, I'm fainting, I'm dying'.

After everything, the school clinic declared that nothing was wrong with Tekena.

The Sun Bright Chatterbox had to join us in the Principal's office too.

So, there we all were; Me, Ebere, Ebube, and Tekena, sitting down, and propped forward towards the middle aged man's desk, on four of the various seats that were carefully arranged at the left corner of the huge spaced, overly air-conditioned, white-painted walled room that was the Principal's office.

I hadn't said a word since we got to this place, and hopefully, I wouldn't get a chance to. All I did to fight back my threatening anxiety attack was look all around at the portraits and trophies in the office; the ones on the wall, and inside the glass trophy case, respectively, like somehow, it would help me forget the fact that at the moment, the entire set of Ss3 was talking about me and my dance video.

And probably ridiculing me. Like mad.

I couldn't get that fact out of my mind. Couldn't get the fact that somehow, everyone had gotten that video, and I was in total damnation. Tekena, for one, made it clear to me how the entire set was seeing me now.

And I guess you'd be wondering why Ebube tagged along when this whole thing had absolutely nothing to do with her. After all, it was her sister who got into trouble, and not her. 

Well, honestly, I didn't know why Ebube was here too. I bet our Principal didn't either, but as far as I knew this man who sat in front of us, looking at each and every one of us, one by one, he was very chill.

Guy Man was what he called our Principal. What the entire school called him rather. And to our luck, he had an unconditional love for our set, so I was about a 98% certain that this incident wasn't going to blow over.

Hopefully. Let's just pray that Tekena doesn't drag the matter along.

"Sir, Ebere Onuoha just attacked me, I don't even know why!" Tekena was crying, literally bawling her eyes out as tears spilled down her now red, partially wounded face. 

I spoke too soon.

Tekena was going to exaggerate the whole thing.

"Sir, I don't even know what I did to her. I was just talking to Dabi, and the next thing, before I knew what was happening, Ebere just threw her water bottle on my eye, and started hitting me and pulling my hair and scratching my face, and for no reason at all! I don't know what I did, sir! She just attacked me out of the blue!" The light skinned bitch legit looked like a tomato as she screamed and shrieked in all her tears, and may I say, lies!

I just looked at this girl as she spewed nonsense out of her mouth.

The twins glared at her so hard, and oh, if looks could kill.

Tekena didn't care. She went on;

"Sir, I was already having fever this morning, and I was already weak, and she just attacked me like that. What if something really terrible happened to me? Sir, this girl is an animal, if you see how she just started attacking me, For absolutely nothing, sir!"

Ebere snorted. "Bullshit."

The Principal - a middle aged, dark skinned man with a clean shave - raised a brow at the girl who just cursed in front of him. "Excuse me?"

"I said bullshit." Ebere repeated herself, unbothered, and Ebube who I expected to nudge her to behave, sat there stoic, arms folded, completely minding her business.

"Look, Ms. Onuoha," The Principal cleared his throat, and addressed Ebere directly, eyes narrowed at her closely. "As much as I tolerate everything your set does and give you all some form of liberty and respect as Ss3 Students, there are a few lines you shouldn't cross."

Ebere didn't say anything, but looked a tad bit uncomfortable, like she was starting to feel some form of guilt. Her sister just looked at the Principal, quietly.

"Mind your language on School grounds," The Principal said to her. "Outside, you can say all sorts of offensive words to your satisfaction, but in school property, there are rules. Understood?"

She looked awkward. Moved awkwardly, or stubbornly on her seat, and surprised me when she said, "Sorry."

"Tekena only got what she deserved after talking a lot of nonsense about our friend, sir. That's all that happened." 

It was Ebube who spoke. Calmly. 

"Stop lying!" Tekena legit screamed at Ebube. "Stop lying! You weren't even there, I didn't do anything to Dabi! You LIAR!"

Ebube didn't even budge. Legit didn't move or react.

"I DARE you to raise your voice on my sister one more time , bitch!" Ebere screamed at Tekena instead.

"LANGUAGE!" The Principal's voice silenced the atmosphere immediately.

The room was like a grave yard.

Ebere pouted stubbornly, folded her arms. "Sorry."

The man took about a minute to look at all of us, one by one, and only me and Ebube were able to keep eye contact with him.

"Dabeluchi Orji," He called my name, and I swallowed. "What happened?"

How do I even start to break down everything that happened?

Sir, my class girls hate me for one too many reasons.

One; being the biggest loser in Castron High and being the weirdest girl to exist in human history. 

Two; For that deadly mistake I made in Jss3 that most of the girls, and few boys, have never been able to forgive me for. I mean, I would have never flipped out that way on that Jelanie girl if she hadn't called me 'mental', but in the end, it was my fault for going against one of the most important invisible rules, right? The one that makes it crystal clear who you should and shouldn't mess with, yeah?

 Amidst all that, I crowned it all by, three; becoming friends with people like Chika Chioma and the rest of the Igbo Sisters who have been held in such high esteem in our set, for as long as I could remember. Girls that didn't give much thought or attention to much people. I had them under my wing, protecting me like guardian angels, or in the twins case, like avenging angels.

As if that wasn't enough, here I am, dancing and having fun with the one and only Marcus Acha; one of the most relevant human beings in CH, a guy who had one hell of a dramatic reputation, with guys; when it came to Sports and being the centre of every new rumour that was sprung up in his favour, and girls; Of course, the dozens of them, that were his exes or pastimes or desperate one sided lovers. 

And now, he, of all people, was making it seem like he was showing the slightest bit of interest in me - me of all people - on top of EVERYTHING!

Low-key, I couldn't blame my class girls for being so bitter.

And for thinking I was so desperate.

This entire rumour was in his favour. Had always been in his favour. I was so stupid for ever thinking other wise. 

Who knows? Maybe Marcus knew exactly was he was doping along. Maybe he was the one who spread that video without my attention. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I thought about how he wouldn't even spoke a word to me in that class, and thought once more about that piece of paper saying 'hey' that was passed down to me, and I felt rage rising up in me slowly.

"Dabeluchi?"

 The Principal's voice called me back to life. Literally snapped me back to Earth.

I blinked at the man who was just staring at me. "I'm sorry, what? Oh, what happened..." I looked at the twins who were just staring at me, and Tekena who threw nasty looks I knew were meant for me in the air.

I cleared my throat. "Tekena was just saying some mean things to me, and Ebere didn't like it, so she acted-"

"On provocation," Ebere added.

"Seconded," Ebube was glad to butt in.

"What did Tekena say, if I may ask?" The man asked.

I had mixed feelings about letting him know the details of this whole thing. He was the school Principal, and no matter how chill he was, some things just weren't for his ears.

"It's not important, sir," I came in. Shocked myself for speaking up. "I mean, they hurt, yes, and I don't want to hurt myself by hearing them being repeated again." Respectfully.

Fortunately, he seemed to understand.

Even if he had declared that we would have another meeting on the issue, I was grateful he didn't press on. At least, not today.

I left his office with the twins who let me walk in between them, while glaring at Tekena who was quick to run off before us all.

We stepped out and had already climbed down the stairway to the reception of the building where we were able to get a good view of Tekena, running into the arms of her friends outside, and crying and crying and crying like a damn tap.

"She just attacked me!" She was crying. "And I'm already having fever, now my whole body is paining me and my ulcer pain has increased!"

Her stupid friends were actually buying her shit.

"Aww, Tekena! Don't worry! Let's take you to the clinic, so you'll rest! They were all saying as they held her, comforted her, creating more and more drama.

We had already stepped out, and the twins were just glaring at all of them.

"Oh my God! I feel dizzy and faint!"

"Baby, don't be hard on yourself, okay?"

"Let's taker her to the clinic,"

"Yes, let her also take her drugs,"

I couldn't believe they were being for real.

"Stupid Cockroaches." I heard Ebere mutter audibly. She was clearly not having any of this.

And we had already stepped out of the reception and to the exterior of the building, so I was certain the girls heard her term them as cockroaches, apparently.

Well, the moment they heard Ebere, they turned back so suddenly, towards us, seeming to realise that in fact, we were there, coming right out of the building, and they quickly got awkward.

Seconds. Seconds was all it took, and before I knew it, this girls were scurrying away while muttering incoherent things under their breaths.

"Oh, my God! Sisters, are you okay?" It was from a distance I heard them, and I looked forward to see Chika and Soma, running towards us from the narrow path that led to this place, while the other 'cockroaches' were trying as much as possible to avoid hitting them as they came to us.

"You're not in trouble, right?" Soma's scared, yet hopeful big eyes kept widening more and more on us, as both girls reached us. 

"I really hope not," A concerned Chika looked between each and every one of us.

Soma pouted sadly and shook her head. "Trouble isn't good."

"We're good," It was Ebere who answered.

"Seconded," Ebube chipped in.

Chika's brown worried eyes diverted to me. "And Dabeluchi, you?"

"I'm okay," I answered, fought back a storm rising in me that claimed to be mere anxiety. "I guess."

"Look, Dabi, don't listen to what anyone says about you, okay? All that isn't true. You're nothing like that, okay?" Chika assured me.

"They're still talking about me, aren't they?" I asked her.

"Lulu, don't listen to anyone. Everyone is just bitter," Soma said to me.

"True," Chika said. "I'm going to need you to tune everyone the fuck out. More than you ever have before, okay?"

My breath actually hitched, but I nodded. Wanted to answer, but no words came out when I opened my mouth to do so.

"It's okay," Chika looked at me. Assured me. "Trust me, okay, Dabi?" 

What else could I do or say than nod?

I really hoped so.

"And Ebere," Chika looked to the twin, a more stern look in her eyes, this time. "Can you please try not to flip out on people like that, anymore? I know I had made a comment that attributed to violence, but I didn't mean for you to take it that seriously."

"Tell me she didn't deserve it," Ebere said. "Chi, swear Tekena didn't deserve a beating."

"She did, I know," Chika said. "But you can't go around getting into fights, Ebere. It's not right."

Out of the damn blue, Soma randomly giggled. "Hehe, that rhymed."

Chika and the twins turned back to look at her and she immediately composed herself, forced a straight face on, and cleared her throat. "Sorry."

"Look, Ebere," Chika's voice sounded softer, more tired. "Promise you won't jump into fights like this again?"

Ebere looked away, pouted stubbornly. "Sure, whatever."

"Ebere." Chika called her. Looked at her.

"Fine!" She groaned. " I promise," Raised a hand for an oath. "Pledge to it too."

Chika smiled. Satisfied and relieved. "Good."

The sisters all turned to face me squarely afterwards, and I nearly lost my balance.

"And when the hell were you going to tell us that you and Marcus Acha had a duet dance together in your last dance class?" Chika asked me.

"It.." I swallowed. "It wasn't important."

"As it shouldn't be," Ebere quickly cut in. "I don't even trust that boy anymore, Dabeluchi."

"Me too," I heard Chika mutter under her breath.

I wasn't even sure what I felt about him anymore.

"No, before, I thought he wasn't as terrible as his hooligan friends," Ebere folded her arms thinking, analysing. "Now, I'm just confused."

Ebube nodded plainly in agreement.

"Do you really think Marc was the one who sent the video to our School's official IG page to post?" Soma asked like the twins were psychics who would know.

My heartbeat intensified as I awaited their answer.

"Of course it was him." Ebube scoffed. 

"Dabi had made it clear to us that no classmates attends her dance class," Chika came in. "Then, all of a sudden, pretty boy shows up one day, and the next thing, there's a viral video of both of them on the School's IG page? C'mon, who else could it be?"

Facts. Facts. And more facts. My heart felt like it was going to explode.

"But, why?" Soma sounded like she genuinely wanted to know. "Why would he do that? What would he gain?"

"There's only one reasonable explanation as to why he would want to do that, and judging through his narcissistic tendencies, I have a feeling we are at least a 90% correct," Ebere started.

"He did it to make Dabeluchi look like a desperate fuck.. A major dick ass move to massage his own ego through deranged and false illusions." Ebube completed, confidently, and my heart crumbled.

Could that be...?

"And since when did that guy even start to attend Dabi's dance class? Why and what was he even doing there? Shit just sounds terribly off to me," Chika sounded more wearied and curious, than irritated. 

Woah.

"Dabi, don't feel bad about this whole thing at all," Chika said to me. "Ignore our classmates, and most especially, stay the hell away from Marcus Acha, okay?"

I swallowed the rock in my throat and it dropped into the knots in stomach. "Okay."

~ACHA~

Arts Students didn't take Physics. Obviously. But with a cool teacher like Mr. Charles Bassey, who we had long nicknamed Charlie Ba; a man who so believed that anyone could enjoy the 'awesomeness' of Physics as he so claimed, Arts Students chose to spend their free last period in the man's Physics class.

And no, we didn't want to learn Physics. I, for one, didn't particularly give a shit about the subject. We, the Arts Students, just stayed here for fun, and low-key, it being the last period and a combined class on top of it all just made it a lot more hilarious, fun, and engaging...... Even though, occasionally uncomfortable.

Like, before the class commenced when most of the Art Boys and Ballers from Class C had stormed me and Sean's area with all their loud jeering, and I had to smile and casually ease into the whole thing and pretend the entire while like their shouting and unnecessary noise making - which was typical of them- was not giving me a headache.

And, also when Funmi and some chick whose name I didn't remember, one of them who always hung around Winnie and those loud girls, tried engaging me and some of the guys in some of the most boring jokes I had ever heard in my life, and I had to pretend to find it funny all the while.

"I know, it's hilarious, abi?" She was particularly paying more attention to me than the rest of the other guys around, touching and caressing my shoulder all the way.

"No, it's not funny, you boring, horny hag!" I wanted to scream at her.

But, of course, you can't say that kind of thing without hurting someone's feelings.

So, I deliberately took her hands off me each time she touched me, quickly enough before any of the other Art guys noticed what was happening and I'd have no other option than to play along.

I was so relieved when they joined the multitude of girls behind us, that were all over Giwa Falade and her friend, Hassana - who both sat behind us in class- and even though I heard Hassana's voice all the way, giving back the same energy, I didn't particularly hear Giwa's voice for one second.

Low-key, people like Giwa mostly had her entire row avoided. Only Aaron and Casper particularly rushed them when they came into the class, but that was typical of them. I was surprised that those girls had the guts to go there. 

The highlight of everything was when I caught Dabeluchi staring... At me.

She was with her friends- the Igbo sisters' as they were called - and they were filling up the seats on that row that Krisdana and the other guys she sat with usually occupied. And as her friends were scooting in between Krisdana, Shade, Yure and Nova, to find space, the damsel in distress seemed to have zoned out of their realm.

I smiled, flattered for a moment, but more especially impressed at how much she stood out from her friends... And in a good way.

She made 'bare' look so exquisite. She had on a typically dead stare on me, but a little look harder actually made her 'dead' demeanour look more delicate. Her eyes were dull, generally yes, but those brown crystal clear orbs seemed to also beam with a sort of light I had only noticed since that last night we were together. Something so soft and fragile, almost sad if you stared for too long. It melted my heart. I couldn't stop smiling, couldn't stop admiring.

Or was it just me? Because as I looked at that girl right now, she downright was the prettiest one out of all her friends. In fact, the prettiest one in this whole class.

I felt some form of happiness and hope as I mentally noted to myself that Dabeluchi was going to be in this class every Monday for the last period Physics class that her class had to combine with mine.

However, my happiness was short-lived.

Minutes into Charlie Ba's class, Ivandor Fejaun stepped into the class.

Blood rose to my head, and bile choked me. 

The idiot.

Well, he barely attempted to walk in, because as he noticed that the teacher was already present, he stopped and respectfully stood by the door until the man had noticed him.

Idiot.

He actually nearly startled the Physics teacher into a heart attack, the moment he was noticed standing there like a zombie by the door.

"Christ, Fejaun!" Charlie Ba had a hand to his chest as he looked at the half-caste boy, completely appalled.

The boy didn't particularly move or react much, he just stood there, hands stuffed in his pocket, and a seemingly bored look on the man for about two to three seconds.... Before he actually 'broke character' and I heard a small, amused chuckle leave his lips as he observed the man's shock.

I noticed that after his brief laugh, small tiny giggles from girls were heard all around the class.

I fought the urge to flip my desk over.

What did he say that was so funny now? Why were they laughing?

I particularly heard a girl, behind me laugh and whisper to her friend, "He's just so cute!"

I recognised her voice to be the same girl who was all over my shoulder just a few minutes ago. 

Idiot. I wanted to curse her out. Didn't you think I was also 'cute' some minutes ago when you were touching me everywhere? I also wanted to scream at her.

"I'm sorry, sir," Ivandor apologised to the startled man, and there were various whispers of girls voices from various corners of the class. "Can I come in, please?"

Idiot. I looked at him. What was so special about the guy anyway?

A brief memory from Ss1; A past ranking the set had done back then, the one where I saw my name sitting there as 'number 2' in the category of 'best looking guys' in the set, right under the idiot's name, came to me.

That only made it clear to me that in the department of 'getting the ladies', Ivandor Fejaun would always be on top of me.

And who was I to think that maybe in the aspects of Sports, things would be different?

I also recalled the turn outs of events on the field. Some Intra-school games even, sometimes when Ivandor and I would be benched so - in the coach's voice- we would be reserving the best for last. Funny enough, when shit hits the fan, most times, Ivandor was picked over me to be the team's saving grace.

Oh, and how could I forget how the idiot won the post of Sports Prefect over me, just by two fucking votes!

That wasn't my only torment, apparently. Like, that wasn't enough for me. My father was always ever ready to give me a long list of reasons why he wished that Ivandor Fejaun was his son, instead of me.

You know the most annoying part? This nigga acted like he didn't know shit about what he was doing. 

He walked into the class after permission from the teacher. Even the way he walked was an attack. The co-ordination, the quietness, and the damn confidence. He walked like he didn't even know that he was turning the entire class upside down, and even if he did know, it wasn't his business.

The idiot.

His seat was empty and not tampered with, I could see that the Igbo Sisters didn't go near his side. They just focused on the likes of Krisdana and Shade who they were more familiar with.

Me? I only watched him, and wished I could make this guy disappear from the surface of the earth.

"Destroy him." My dad's voice resounded in my brain, and there was this strong, maddening urge to oblige.

"I'm sure Coach took Fejaun's time again," I overhead Aaron who sat by my left, telling his friend, Casper. "I can bet it's because of the football team they're trying to revamp."

Did I just hear Aaron correctly?

"They're trying to revamp the team?" I asked the boy, even though I knew well he wasn't talking to me.

He turned to me easily. Smiled. "Oh yeah, for sure!" Turned away after answering.

How didn't I know this?

I mean, yes, I was aware that on every academic session, the Football team was reconstructed because well, the set before us had graduated, and they needed to fill in the gaps.

"How come I had no idea about this?" I asked Aaron.

He seemed to be laughing about something with Casper, but he turned to answer me nonetheless. "I don't know, oo. I found out from Fejaun, a lot of guys don't really know yet."

Of course, how wouldn't 'Fejaun' not know? After all, he was the damn Sports Prefect.

I swallowed and compressed the anger that was bristling in me, threatening to force itself up my throat.

"So, 'Fejaun' is already at work with Coach on the whole matter, shey?" I was so angry as I even said that. I should have been the one having all that responsibility if I was the Sports Prefect.

"Ahh, yes naw, he's the Sports Prefect!" Aaron answered me, indirectly strangling me to death with an answer I could bet he didn't know affected me that much.

"Fejaun is the man in charge na! It's his job! Any other person for the task is a counterfeit!" He sniggered with his friend, and I looked to the other boy, Casper, who was laughing with him in  agreement.

My head became hot.

I swear, it took my all, my strength, and all that I was made of to not slam the Physics textbook on my desk into Aaron's damn face!

My mood was dead the entire class from that moment onward.

And after the class was done, it was still dead. 

"Brah, are you on your period or something?"

Sean was the one who called out to me as soon as the class started to scatter on the ring of the bell.

I cleared my throat. Shook my head. And started to pack my stuff to get out of this annoying shithole class.

Sean literally shoved my head as I didn't pay him any mind.

"See, if you like don't answer me oo," He sounded like he couldn't care less. Was really throwing random goodbyes and 'we go see tomorrow'(s') to all the guys who were vacating our corner as he talked to me. 

"JJ and I are stopping by at Nana's place," He told me, " Like.." He glanced at his watch, "Now."

"I'm not coming." I said as I threw my bag over my shoulder.

"Omo, see attitude!" Sean actually laughed at me, gave random fist bumps to random classmates, Nomso and Gadhafi, who were just passing by, before turning back to me. 

"Oya, what's the issue?" He folded his arms. Looked at me. "Hit me, brah!"

"It's nothing." I stood up. Decided to warn him that I'd soon leave. "I dey go oo, guy." 

Sean looked at me for about three seconds.

"It's about Ivandor, ba?" He just decided to bring it the fuck up. "See, guy. Fashi this thing. Forget about it. There's really nothing super about being a prefect. It shouldn't bother you like that, what if you end up being President or something? Who Sports Prefect ep? What's the use?"

You don't understand, Sean.

I didn't even bother answering him. Or, making him understand.

I just went ahead to start leaving, and he walked on, by my side.

***** 

Castron High was a ridiculously big school. And in cases like this, I thanked God for that fact.

Sean and JJ had left to Nana's place after I had made it clear to them that I wouldn't mind them leaving for Nana's place, without me.

Only God knows how long my driver had been there, waiting for me in the School's Parking lot, but in all honesty, I wasn't ready to go home just yet. I didn't really want to. Didn't have the willpower to.

And I wasn't in the mood to see any classmate, either. I didn't waste any time, leaving the entire block as soon as the class was  I wondered why and what on Earth some of them were still doing there anyway in School, it was a good hour after school over.

What was I still doing in school anyway?

Mehn, I just needed a few minutes of peace before going back home to another round of a heartbreak marathon. And I didn't regret it. I only hoped the driver wouldn't raise an unnecessary alarm on my sudden disappearance, when really, all I was doing was getting my alone time at the isolated back of the Jss3 block.

I walked out of the empty building when I decided I was ready to go home.

It was a fairly long walk from where I was and to the School's parking lot, and for a moment, I felt walking such a long distance from my block to this place may have been a terrible idea.

I walked down from the path that led out of the block, and in turn, into one part of the tarred, neat rode that was divided into two, having an extension of the large school field, mostly dominating the space at the other right side of the road. Sort of like how the blocks dominated this side.

It was when I was getting close to the next block that neighboured the Jss3 Block, one I knew was the Ss1 Block, that I figured something was wrong.

First off, the Senior School Basketball Court was a few spaces after the Jss3 Block, and before the Ss1 block, and some people were there, chilling around there, by the floor. There were about four people there - three girls and one guy - and I figured they were Ss1 students... And one of the girls there, giggled. No, laughed. At.... Me?

Huh?

I tried to ignore the first girl. But then another one also laughed, and so did the other, and before I knew it, the girls were hysterically laughing so much that it was impossible to pretend like I wasn't noticing.

Why were they laughing at me?

"I swear, that person who tweeted that thing was making sense. What does that girl think? That he'll really fall for her?" I heard clearly, one of the girls say.

I stopped walking, on realising what was happening.

"Did you hear what happened? How one of those twins beat someone because of her? She can't even fight her own battles herself. Wahala oo. But, if it's to be embarrassing herself, she'll have plenty energy, she's so irritating!" Another girl said.

Electricity was spreading round my entire body.

The audacity of these SS1 girls?

Even while I was here?

I laughed to myself, bitterly. That was the action I did I could fully explain, because the next minute - I don't know how it happened - but I saw myself dashing towards them like a lightening bolt, grabbing the only boy who was there in their midst, and slamming the kid into the wall of the red and white building behind them.

"Jesus! Jesus!" The girls were screaming as I had the scared boy with them pinned to the wall, a handful of his school shirt and tie in my hands as I pressed him into the wall, eyes burning with flames of anger.

"What exactly did you guys find amusing?" I asked the girls, raging. Refusing to let their friend go. "Mind to share?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" The one with the big head was hysteric, screaming like a mad woman.

I looked at the boy I was holding. He looked like he was about to pee on his school trousers, and I didn't care. The fact that people were still trolling Dabeluchi was starting to get me infuriated as hell, and I was  getting ready to bash his face in if these girls didn't talk their shit now.

"Bros, abeg! It's not us!" The guy had his hands lifted in a gesture of surrender, eyes wide in terror as though I was a dragon. "They were just talking about the video they posted on the School's IG page!" 

I frowned, confused. "What are you talking about? What video?"

The boy turned to the girls, a pleading look in his eyes. "Fiyin, show him the video, abeg!"

I raised a brow. Video?

"Who the fuck is Fiyin?" I growled at the girls, and they gasped in fear, literally jolted, and one of them, the light skinned one, handed me her phone, with shaky, trembling hands.

I took it from her, and it was an Instagram Video she had opened for me to see.

One look at it and I already knew what I was watching, and confusion slapped me with full brutal force.

It was a recorded video of me and Dabeluchi, dancing. On the School's IG page. With about four thousand views and counting.

My grip on the boy I was holding loosened, and he ran away with his little girlfriends. All of them ran away.

So, is that why those girls were laughing at Dabeluchi? They were thinking it was all one desperate act from her to me?

Hell no! I came to Dabeluchi, not the other way around.

But that wasn't even what bothered me the most about the entire thing;

Who took that video?

And how THE FUCK did it reach the School's IG account?!

Thoughts? Thoughts? 

Oh, and if y'all still haven't checked out 'A Castron High Story' by @aloefunajesse , do so! He is writing a fan fiction for Castron High, and me, I'm just in tears because I didn't think anyone would ever do that for me, (Insert tear drop and heart emoji)

Fingers are killing me! See y'all whenever!