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Song for the chapter is 'Playing Games' by Summer Walker! (Media above)

~ACHA~

"Swear you weren't the one that sent that video to the School's IG page admins."

Sean said to me, after I tried to convince him I wasn't responsible for the rumours flying around since yesterday morning.

JJ, who sat behind me, large foot on the desk in front of him, as he tied the shoelace of his white sneakers, coughed. Vigorously. Very vigorously. And Lord, this was like the one millionth time he was coughing like that, this Tuesday.

I looked to him, glanced at him on the seat next to me, pettily annoyed. But chose to ignore.

He came to School with that disturbing cough this morning and all the way, right from Assembly, I had been avoiding him. Luckily, he wasn't in our class, so I had about the entire morning away from him.

Until the bell for Sports Break went.

Here we were; Classmates, packing up their stuff for the day, and leaving the class for Sports, and me and Sean basically in the middle of tidying up and getting ready to leave ourselves, when JJ bolted into our class with joy, coughing like a mad man, and spreading diseases unnecessarily.

Apparently, we now had to wait for him because he came in with palms on his feet, and shoes that he wanted to change into in our class, and if I wasn't too concerned about contacting that deadly cough, I would have been wondering why he didn't just change in his class.

"I didn't send the video to them," I told Sean the honest truth.

He looked unconvinced. In fact, as he stared at me, it was so obvious the one word that his entire demeanour was screaming at me: Bullshit.

"I'm serious!" I swore. "I didn't send them anything!"

JJ coughed again. I ignored.

"So, why did you go to her dance class?" Sean still wasn't convinced.

His question made me visibly falter.

He easily noticed. But didn't react much. My guy legit looked like he couldn't be less interested in having this conversation with me, but I had no one else to talk to, so he had to suck it up for me at least.

Apparently, the set thought I had something to do with the video. Like it was some scheme to make the girl look desperate. And I was so desperate for one person, just one person, to believe me.

"I didn't send that video, that's all I can say." Was all I told Sean.

JJ coughed. I ignored.

"Look, I hope you know I don't really care," Sean was plain with me, arms folded, eyes almost dull.

Cough.

Yes, Sean had made it clear to me that he didn't want to have this 'bullshit' conversation with me.

"I don't really care why you went to her dance class.." Sean said.

Cough.

"And I most definitely don't give a flying fuck about that girl you're playing with, this time around," He continued.

Cough.

"Her name is Dabeluchi," I corrected him.

He sighed. Bored. Rolled his eyes involuntarily, and waved it off like it couldn't be less irrelevant. "Yeah, whatever."

Cough.

"Look, I don't really care honestly about whatever you two are really doing," He made it clear. "I just don't understand why you won't admit you sent the video."

Cough. Cough!

"Because I didn't!" I nearly screamed at him. "Why would I lie about it?"

Cough. COUGH!

"Then, if that's the truth, make a post, tell everyone it wasn't you, ball the fuck out. It's as easy as that," Sean replied.

"But what if-"

COUGH! COUGH!COUGH!COU-

"Can you STOP?!" I screamed at JJ.

"It's not my," He coughed lousily again, " fault, na,"

I sighed, calmed down. Looked at the boy who was just honestly sick and couldn't control it. It wasn't his fault after all.

"Go to the clinic?" I suggested.

He rounded up with his laces, and adhered. Hopped out of the fairly empty class without arguing.

I looked at Sean.

"What if they don't believe me?" I asked him. "What if I tell everyone it's not me and they don't believe me?"

Sean frowned. "How's that your problem?"

Dabeluchi won't believe me.

"Look, you know our 'mates always look for what to talk about. Give it some time, the rumour will die off." Sean told me. "Okay?" He patted my shoulder and smiled briefly. "You'll be fine, brah. Don't stress it."

That's the thing, Sean. It's not about me. It's about Dabeluchi.

And even if the rumour dies off, she probably won't ever trust me again.

It's not about me.

Of course, that wasn't something Sean would understand, so I didn't bother stressing the topic anymore.

"Let's go," I told him.

He gave a sigh of relief. "Good, 'cause you were starting to bore the shit out of me!"

Sure.

Well, note to self: Never talk about anything of this sort with Sean Ayomide ever again.

The dark, lean, tall boy jumped up from the desk he had been sitting on with active energy, and the moment I got a glimpse of his black shorts, I lost it, laughing.

He quickly understood why, and started laughing with me too.

So, you see, the thing is; On Tuesdays and Thursdays in Castron High were Sports Days, and unlike the other days of the week, the students don't wear the regular school uniforms to School. We got to wear the School's Sports Wears; White short-sleeved shirts and grey shorts, for both boys and girls.

However, you know the coolest thing about being an Ss3 student in Castron High? Unlike the rest of the entire school population, we got to wear anything we wanted to School - as far as it was ranging between the colours: Black, White, or grey.

Boys in our set got to wear their shirts long-sleeved, and not short. In fact, the past three weeks we had resumed, every Sports Day, our set boys were wearing Spandex shirts, and tucking into joggers or sweatpants. It was almost like a trend, at least for about 80% of us. Some didn't go along anyway, they were the others who wore hoodies, or jerseys, or basically whatever the fuck they wanted to wear, but still, alongside their joggers or sweatpants.

That's the thing, all of us rocked 'joggers' or 'sweatpants'. Okay, JJ and I may have worn hoodies - which was still okay and normal- but Sean? Do you know Sean wore Spandex and shorts to School today?

And he looked like a total idiot!

"Leave me alone to dress how I want, na!" He fired back at me.

"Whatever you say, bro!" I raised my hands in mock surrender, as I laughed him out of the classroom.

He had walked ahead of me, but we still stepped into the same noisy, yet, fairly rowdy hallway. Of course, most of our classmates were probably already out on the field by now, and I could count about ten or less students, hanging around here.

Sean had given loud, and unnecessary - if I may add- greetings to everyone he talked to around, making sure to exaggerate his joy on seeing guys like Nova, who was busy 'being friendly' with the sets' golden girl and teen celebrity, Shade Onam.

Eventually, he left me to meet up with JJ, since I had a pop-up meeting with the Sports Master, which surprised me because I didn't know why the man would want to see my face.

Especially when he can see Ivandor's face whenever he wants.

I would have declined, but any chance I got at proving to Ivandor that I could be better than him, why not take it?

Mr. Ado; The Junior School's Sports Master, and Junior School P.E teacher, was supposed to be in the field, but when Aaron and Casper had nearly pushed me down this morning in the name of delivering the man's message, they told me he wanted to meet me in his class, Jss2 C.

I had to admit to myself: Sports Days gave me anxiety.

School in general did. Especially when I had to worry about treading the right path for my own reputation. It was like this constant urge to not be mediocre, that low-key tortured me inside, but the joy of being accepted pretty much did a good job at overshadowing that feeling, most of the time.

But once in a while, I did wish I was free from everything.

And Sports Days? Well, they made me even feel worse than School itself. Every time that bell went and the Utility Prefect's voice of our set came booming round the entire hallway screaming for everyone to be out for Sports, my heart somehow sped up, but after years of going through the tension associated with this particular school activity, I just learnt how to keep my feelings under control.

And I kept trying to replay my father's advice all the time. He always made sure to give me orders on every single Sport Day.

"Go out there and shine, son!"

"Don't let anyone see your back!"

"You must be the best on that field!"

It didn't help me feel better. Never, actually. If anything, it made me feel more pressured and tensed. But yes, it still gave me the mad urge to work my ass off every time on that field, with the hopes that one day, he's be proud of me.

That day has never come, anyway.

And as far as Ivandor Fejaun was always one step ahead of me in that field, that day was pretty much never going to come anyway.

As I walked down the road to the Junior Blocks, hoodie over my head, and hands in my sweats pockets, I couldn't not look to the field that pretty much took a large portion of the space that demarcated the road I was on, with the road, parallel, at the other side.

That field was so large, it's length long enough to reach down to the School Hall that was nearly half a mile away, and it's width large enough to accommodate nearly the whole population of students in it, and effortlessly.

The field was already very busy. Most of the main centre of attraction of it was dominated by the Ballers in our set, and a few Ss2 boys, who were already warming up with a friendly game of football. The other extension of the main centre of the field that contained the track and relay fields, as well as that for Volley Ball and Handball were dominated by girls.

And obviously not everyone was definitely not busy on the field, some like Nana and Sean would be in the Senior School Basket ball Court, and other students who engage in Sports at all, chose to hang around the place, strolling round the School's circle with their friends, or lovers, or hanging around the Fields and Basket Ball Courts, or - if they are delinquent juniors- hiding out from the Prefects in their classes.

Looking at that field alone made me feel very tensed.

So, I breathed. And Looked away. Focused on getting to the Sports Master, and maybe after that, I would have to worry about putting my all into the field.

I barely glanced at Sean and Nana at the Basketball Court with the Senior Prefect (Guys) of our set, alongside other guys, playing on the court with a few Sporty girls from our set, and I just smiled to myself, even though I was certain neither of them saw me.

At least, they were having fun.

I could only smile and walk away. Minded my business and walked ahead, past the building by the Court, and heading towards the Jss2 Building where I was supposed to be.

Only God knew why the Sports Master needed me there-

"Shit!"

The familiar feminine voice who just cursed belonged to the girl who had literally drove into me like a pile driver, bumping her head into my chest, and ironically, being the same one to stumble back from the force, flying back brutally, and heading down towards the earth in what I foresaw to be a dangerous fall.

I reached out to help. Involuntarily, really. My hands were fast to grope her tightly, one by the elbow, and the other by the waist. Terrified eyes that were almost sad to look at pierced into mine, as the girl stayed there in my arms, shaking, literally vibrating like she had seen a ghost.

"Dabeluchi?" I blinked, I could have sworn I recognised the voice.

The girl looked like she was coming out from....

I stopped. Looked to my side. The Jss3 Block. She looked like she was stepping out from the Jss3 Block.

What was she doing there?

I only came here after School, because this part of the School was the most discreet part of the school at that time. And judging through the atmosphere around us, I could see that it was also empty during Sports Time.

But I always came here to be away from everyone else. To be on my own.

Chills ran through me.

Was she doing the same thing too?

The girl was still in my hold, trembling before me. She was panting, I could legit hear her breath. Her eyes were wide in horror, mouth agape. She looked so terrified, I was almost scared I was looking different. Like, where they horns growing on my head? Was my face changing?

I let her go, for starters.

She didn't seem to realise I had let her go because she stayed in that same position, almost like she was frozen. Like, I was still holding her elbow, and still had my hand around her waist.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were the one--"

Oh, wow. She's running.

Dabeluchi actually started running.

I hadn't had a chance to even complete what I was saying, this girl just fled.

She was running away from me, racing into the Jss3 Block with all the energy in her bones, in a desperate attempt to get away from me.

For a moment, I just stood there, watching behind this girl as she ran. And for a second of that moment, I felt so much pity for her, and didn't even understand why.

What was this girl?

I didn't even bother to run, I casually walked into the block after her, certain it was going to be easy to find her.

But when I walked into the block....

I didn't see her.

I scanned the bright lighted Jss3 Hallway, down to the ends, even searched on the white walls that were similar to the one in our block, like the girl had camouflaged into them or something, but I did not see a trace of this girl.

I proceeded to burst the doors of the first four classes open, and I still didn't see her.

I wasn't one to easily give up, but the moment I had an imagery of what the girl may have been doing; hiding in one of the classrooms and hearing me push the doors open as she trembled there - wherever she was- holding her heart in her hands, and fighting a gruesome panic attack, I stopped.

Maybe, I should just go?

I shouldn't be following her around like this.

I made to turn away, and after walking two steps, I stopped.

Should I really just go like that?

I was standing there for what felt like a century. Just standing there, thinking of what to do. And if she was really somewhere in this block, she should have come out by now, right?

I turned around, and decided to call out loudly into the block; "Dabeluchi!"

I was replied by the echo of my own voice.

Who am I even kidding?

I knew what I was doing was probably a waste of time, but for some reason, I couldn't just leave this place without feeling heard by her, at least.

"Look, I know you may not believe me, but I really had nothing to do with the video that went viral on the School's page," I shouted out loud into the empty hallway.

Silence.

"I have no intentions whatsoever of making you look stupid in front of anyone, I promise you. I'm just as confused as you are on how the video got out," I shouted again.

Silence.

"I came to see you on my own accord," I went on, " And I wasn't going to let anyone know, I really promise."

Silence.

I sighed. Shuffled my hands in my pockets. Refused to give up. Not until I saw a sign that my message was well delivered.

"And in case you may be doubting," I continued, "I had fun that night with you."

I couldn't even help but laugh a little as the joy I felt overwhelmed me just thinking about it.

"I really really had fun." My voice was resounding through out the entire place. "Honestly, Dabeluchi. The joy was real and genuine, it's something I can't explain in words. I've never felt as much peace as I had felt that night in such a long, long time."

The silence was almost discouraging.

I stood there, waiting. Waiting for her to say something back?

She didn't speak. Didn't step out. Not a single sound or reaction.

Then...

3..

2..

1..

I saw the door of the second to last class at the end of the hall, move.

That was all, it just moved.

"Is that you?" I swear I couldn't contain the joy.

The door stopped moving. Immediately.

Was it just the wind?

Or was she really there?

I fought the urge to go there and find out myself. I didn't want to scare her.

"Okay, let's do something?" I suggested.

Silence.

"If you believe me, if you genuinely feel I'm not lying to you, text me?" I said.

Silence.

"Hopefully, you still have my number.." I felt sad thinking about the possibilities that she may have deleted my number.

"I saved it as Clyde," I don't even know why I reminded her. "Er.. Just in case you forgot?"

Silence.

I sighed again, leaving the rest to God.

"Bye, Dabeluchi." I said, before turning my back and walking out of the building.

*****

I did go to see the Sports Master, as I was asked to.

But I did not understand something.

When I walked into the Jss2 Class I was supposed to meet the man in, I realised we had.... Um... Company?

In the space of the entire class that was empty, right opposite the Form teacher's desk where Mr. Ado, the man I came here to see, was sitting, were two seats, facing him, and on those seats were occupied by two other students.

I had to blink twice to ensure I was seeing well.

"Oh, awesome! Acha is finally here!" The bald headed, agile old man was quick to get up on his feet to welcome me, and I really hoped and prayed that the look on my face was not that noticeable, because I was damn unimpressed.

I swear it was like slow-mo.

First; the man stood up, grin on his aging dark face, and hand stretched out for a formal handshake.

Then; The two students slowly turned back to look at me, and I fought a storm inside me.

The faces of Amarachi; the tom-boy female Sports Prefect, and that idiot Ivandor Fejaun were staring at me, ever so stoically.

"Come on in!" Mr. Ado was still welcoming me.

I don't remember if I shook that hand of his' that had been extended to me, for a handshake from the moment I had walked into the class, but what I knew is that I took a seat from one of the desk lockers, and sat behind the two prefects, deliberately distancing myself from Ivandor.

"You'll have to come closer," Mr. Ado said to me.

"I prefer to sit here." I responded.

"No, please, I want to see you all as I'm talking," The man insisted.

I wanted to say "Shut up, nigga". But of course, I can't say that kind of thing without sounding disrespectful.

So, I took in a deep breath. Pulled my seat forward, and since Amarachi was sitting by the window, I had no other choice than to take the space by Ivandor's right.

The Idiot didn't even glance at me for a second.

I mentally scoffed as I analysed his Sports Outfit.

Do you know this motherfucker was dressed EXACTLY like me. Hoodie. Sweat Pants. Neat White expensive canvas that can probably be someone's salary.

The only difference was that he wore a different brand of hoodie. A more expensive one. A better one.

Thankfully, no one was picking up my irritation, so the meeting kicked off and the two prefects were talking at rapid speed in the name of contribution.

"As you know, the term has pretty much kicked in and we need work on the Sports teams and..."

What does this have to do with me? I badly wanted to ask Mr. Ado.

"Okay, so how have the new people been doing?" The man asked the Prefects. Only the Prefects.

Was he trying to insult me? It seemed so.

"The boys could be better." Ivandor was the one who spoke first. "There's potential, I see that. We can only hope there is improvement in the Long run. Albeit, if I'm being honest, I'm not very confident in them. By next year, our team will be representing the school a lot, so we can't be bringing 'potentials' into the field, when other schools will be dealing with 'professionals'."

He talked with so much confidence. Looked the man straight up in the eyes, direct eye contact unwavering as he spoke like he was sure of every goddamn word that was leaving his mouth.

"And the girls are okay," The female Sports Prefect, Amarachi spoke next. "Like Ivandor said-"

I mentally rolled my eyes at the mention of his name.

"-there is a lot of potential." She continued, "Events like the Nero Sports Competition is a serious matter. They don't believe in 'I can be better', they believe in 'I am better'."

"Schools like Trinity, Cristian Prep, Crescent, Newland, as well as our school have a reputable name with them, and if we intend to keep things that way, we need to up our game," Ivandor unapologetically took over from the girl.

"Nero isn't very forgiving," He was saying. "If you mess up once, you may never get another chance to prove your worth to them. And to save the face of Castron High, I will say the truth; Our Senior School Football team isn't very promising."

"I agree with Ivandor." Amarachi said.

Of course you do.

I knew exactly what they were talking about.

The whole thing that Aaron was saying about trying to revamp the team.

Basically, in Castron High, the Senior School football team was divided into two: The Main Team and the Pre-team. The Pre-team had practically any guy in SS1 or SS2 who at least knew how to kick a ball properly chilling in them for further training, and when they got to Ss3, if there were impressive enough, the Sports Master would let them into the Main Team.

However, as times changed, and as they started to realise that you don't need to be in SS3 to know how to play like a professional, they started to be a bit more open about who they let into the main team. It was limited anyway, but it was adjusted to accommodate the best players in SS1 and SS2 into the Main team if need be.

Therefore, the Main team was usually made up of about 15 boys from Ss3 and the space for the remaining 7 is left open for the SS1 and SS2 boys to pray to God that they 'make the cut'.

And funny how you won't believe this next thing I'm about to tell you: So, apparently, it was nearly damn impossible for an Ss1 Boy to actually make the main team, so most of the time, the seven slots are filled up by SS2 Boys. But back when we were in SS1, something happened.

After six SS2 boys had been admitted into the main team, the Sports Master, the SS3 Boys, and my older brother, Justice who happened to be the Sports Prefect that year were stuck in a dilemma. There was only one slot, but there were two boys who also made the team. And those two boys were me and Ivandor.

I expected that Justice being my brother would have the decency to pick me over Ivandor without batting an eyelid. Well, that didn't happen. But, at least he had the choice to put the both of us into the team, but on probation. It was like we both would be competing to join the team, and at the end, it would be a case of 'May the best man' win.

Lol, I didn't even last until the next term.

Three weeks into our probation and the entire team was ecstatic to have Ivandor into the team, and my brother seemed to not have anything to do about that.

So, in SS1, the idiot already made the Main team. And that was something that didn't happen regularly. Ss1s do not make the main team, it had never happened until Ivandor.

What hurt me particularly was that if he didn't exist, I would have been the one to break that record.

However, for the matter at hand, I understood that since our immediate seniors who had graduated needed to be replaced, and the team needed to be re-filled. So, people like me, Ivandor, Aaron and Casper, and about three other boys in our set that were already a part of the team in our Ss2 retained their spot in the team, and about 8 more boys from our set who were in the Pre-team in Ss2 were handpicked by the Sports Master to be in the main team, and apparently, as the two Sports Prefects had insinuated, they had been having problem with the other juniors that were trying out to fill up the remaining spaces.

My only question was...

"What does this have to do with me?"

I had to ask Mr. Ado.

The man stopped talking to the prefects, and his face lit up with a smile as he turned to look at me.

"Well, we decided we needed more hands on deck to make up the committee." He started.

I frowned. "I don't understand."

"What I mean is that we may need more people to help with the various sports teams, as well. I called you here because you will have to assist the Sports Prefect-" The man was saying.

I blinked, unintentionally cut him off. "Excuse me?"

Assist? He wants me to 'assist' Ivandor Fejaun. Am I his sidekick now? What the fuck was this man reducing me too?

"Mr. Ado means you will help me with the team and-" Ivandor seemed to be re-phrasing the man's words as though he could tell I wasn't having it.

"Guy, who is talking to you?" I deadpanned, not even glancing at him as I dismissed him.

"Excuse me?" I heard his voice and felt his stare at the side of my head. He sounded so chill, almost like he actually didn't hear what I said and wanted me to repeat myself.

It infuriated me even more.

"Yeah. Excuse you." I snapped back.

There was quietness for a moment.

"I don't think you like this idea." Ivandor said to me.

I didn't answer him.

"Why, sir?" I asked Mr. Ado instead.

"I'm glad you asked," The man was quick to start his explanation. "Well, like I said, we need more hands on deck and no one else would do a better job at being the assistant head of the Senior School Football team, if not you, Marcus Acha."

I sat up. "Assistant Head of the Football team?" This suddenly sounded so interesting.

Assistant Head of the Senior School football team. Does it sound like something Dad would love to hear?

I honestly wasn't even sure. I was still the assistant to the main head of the Football team, who were Mr. Ado and Ivandor Fejaun.

"Why does it have to be me?" I asked.

"You're the next best thing after Ivandor," The man quickly answered, and something in my temple burst.

Control yourself, Acha. Don't slam your chair on his face.

"And also, why give the post to someone else when you were the runner up for the Sports Prefect Post," He said.

Stay on your seat, Acha. Don't use it on this man.

"Ivandor had a total of 998 votes during the Elections that were held last session. And you came second to that with a total of.."

"996 Votes." I grinded my teeth as I recalled it.

"Yes!" The oblivious man chirped. "And if anyone needs to be the assistant head, it has to be the runner up. Do you understand?"

If I took this post, would it make me more relevant? Do I?

I didn't have chance to respond, more people stepped- no, ran- into the class with so much speed that nearly startled the old man.

"Sir, we're sooo sorry, we're late!" One of the girls apologised, panting like she just ran a marathon, and I recognised her easily to be one of the girls from Giwa Falade's Alpha female clique: The athletic one.

"No problem, Prissy Waje! Come on in, and have a seat," Mr. Ado said to the her, and the slim, chocolate skinned pretty girl on low-cut was quick to find a seat beside me.

"What's happening?" I looked to the company that came with Prissy, and the two girls were literally strolling towards us, unbothered, unfazed, not giving a care in the world that they were about thirty minutes late.

The Onuoha Twins.

Both girls took identical steps, had on the same identical bored look on their faces, and I could have sworn that one of them had spared a second to give me a death glare, as she spoke to Mr. Ado.

Or maybe it was in my head? The fact that they were Dabeluchi's friends made me curious to know what they thought about me.

"Apparently," I started to answer the twins. "We are the new members of the Sports Committee."

"No one asked you anything, Marcus Acha." One of them deadpanned.

Woah.

Okay, one thing was certain. They weren't exactly fans of mine.

"Oh yes yes!" Mr. Ado seemed excited to explain things to the twins. Telling them how they were a number of other posts that were open for them. Something about them being in charge of Track, and was it also Volley Ball he said? I would have known if I really paid attention, but the twin's comeback was replaying over and over in my head.

Did Dabeluchi's friends hate me?

Did Dabeluchi herself hate me?

That was all that was on my mind the entire meeting.

And like things couldn't get worse, when I stepped out with the others students of the committee who eventually joined in the meeting, the Onuoha twins came to stand in my way as I walked down the path out.

As in, they just stood there. Piercing me with the most razor sharp slit eyes ever, pouting those full pouty lips at me in the straightest glare I had ever received in my life.

Maybe it was a mistake, I thought. Maybe, they were on their way back into the class, and happened to accidentally nearly bump into me?

I decided to brush past them and go, but they blocked my path again.

"Do you want something?" I asked the two girls.

"Yes." Their response came together. Like it was programmed.

"Okay?" I looked at them. "I guess I'm all ears?"

One of them spoke this time around.

"We don't know what you're up to with our friend, Dabeluchi, and we want to politely ask you to leave her the fuck alone."

I sighed, tired. "Is this about the video?"

"I don't know what games you think you're playing," The same twin was still talking, completely ignoring shit out of my question.

"I'm not playing any games." I said.

"But just know that Dabeluchi has an army behind her that will tear anyone who messes with her, limb to limb." She legit was not even hearing what I was saying.

"Seconded," The other twin said.

"Stay away from her," The more talky twin continued.

"Or we'll kill you." The other twin deadpanned.

Jesus. Kill?

"And don't you dare underestimate our threats." That was the last thing they said before walking out on me.

I stared at the back of the twins and I was certain of one thing;

They hated my guts.

Dabeluchi's other friends probably even hated me more.

And for them to hate me that much, then I was about certain that Dabeluchi herself wanted to have nothing to do with me either.

What do you think?

Knowing Dabi's character, what do you think is going on in her mind?

Guys relax. Another update will be coming soon. Had to divide this chapter into two. Stay tuned, guys!!!!