As promised, I am here!

Guys, I'm really sick asf, and writing this chapter was soooo difficult, but I couldn't afford to miss today's deadline.

I just hope I delivered this chapter well😢

I wanted to make it in time for 9, but I just finished, so here goes. I couldn't wait to night, my body itches when I have drafts that are pending publication 😂 Anyways, enjoy♥️

~DABI~

"Sisters, sisters! I'm almost done downloading ALL the seasons of Henry Danger!"

"Am I seeing correctly? THE Vanessa Ayandele just sent me an invitation dinner DM?"

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh!!! We literally just ordered the new fancy Sylvester jewellery kit, and guess what? It's on promo!"

Well, as you can see it so, the Sisters were going bonkers today.

Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

All through out, the entire ride from Chika's house, down to School, that Saturday afternoon, they were going on and on about one thing or the other.

While Soma saved an extra space in the car for 'her bell', she was going on and on about getting all the Nickelodeon Shows on her phone.

Chika was talking about some Twitter celebrity who had messaged her on Social Media.

And the twins were throwing away all their money into an online shopping site that was allegedly on promo.

Meanwhile, I was fighting off the guilty conscience of lying to the Sisters about Marcus Acha.

It was a Saturday. And today seemed new and special for everyone because it was our very first day for the School's Saturday Lessons.

Saturday Lessons were organized by the School, and it quickly became part of our School curriculum in Ss3, mid way into first term, and today marked the very first day that my classmates were actually coming to School, for our very first Saturday Lesson.

I wasn't excited.

Not even in the slightest.

However, my classmates seemed more than elated.

Even the Sisters were more than glad to be in School today.

Of course, they had noticed I was distant and seemingly bothered by the one extra day to School that had been added to the curriculum, and as much as they possibly could, they did everything to make me feel better.

Soma gave me some Nutri-C powder in brown rolling paper, and I didn't bother asking why she didn't just give me the whole pack, instead of being all extra and pouring it out into rolling paper.

Chika offered to buy me food in School with the little cash in hand she came with; I knew she knew about my fears of eating things like burgers in public, so I trusted her to not get me anything that would embarrass me.

Even the twins whom I thought were mad at me the last time where suddenly not anymore, and were showing me the bunch of nose hoops on the site that they could get free of charge for me, if I wanted.

Sure, their efforts had gone a long way to ease my fear of School, but I couldn't help, but still feel very disturbed. I mean, seeing my classmates' faces had never really been such a fancy activity for me.

Now, I have one extra Saturday to see their faces.

"Mad cruise."

That was Ebere's judgemental, yet hilarious tone as soon as we all stepped foot into the noisy, NOISY, and horrifically rowdy Ss3 Block, only to get an overall of what our classmates were wearing to School today.

"Seconded," Ebube popped her gum by her twin as she took a stance for a moment, to observe her very fancy surroundings.

"Maddest cruise, my guy!" Chika blurted out a brief, unbelieving laugh, as she agreed with the twins, looking around the place like she was more amused than shocked.

"Well, I'm not such a smart fairy, because I did not see this one coming," Soma chirped as we walked in, clinging the school bell she had claimed as hers' to herself, and hanging her Thundermans backpack on her shoulders as large huge adorable eyes, moped in pleasant surprise at all our classmates around us that seemed to be engaging in a fashion competition.

This couldn't be School. School students didn't dress like this. It was a damn party.

One of the 'cruises' of Saturday Lessons was that we got to where anything we wanted to School. We didn't have to be stuck wearing our white school shirts, and sangria red skirts or trousers, and ties, and what not; we actually had the freedom to wear anything we wanted to School.

And for that very reason, my classmates decided to turn our Ss3 Hallway into a Met Gala.

They were so damn noisy too. If the noise on a normal day was bad, this was double, or even triple of it. They were literally trying to blow the whole roof above us away.

Worse still, all around us as we walked in, unwanted smiles and attention from exaggeratedly wide eyed and elated classmates started diverting to our clique, sipping along with them all sorts of fake love and admiration, as they recognized the Sisters.

"Hi, Igbo Sisters!"

"Chika, your dress is so cute!"

"Aww, Soma, your hair is so long!"

"Dayum, Ebere, nice shoes!"

"Ebube, are you wearing contacts, or is it the light? Your eyes look divine!!"

As usual.

I should have gotten used to this shit by now; that initial red carpet walk in the Hallway for all the Worthy people, where every one was socializing, complimenting, and low-key competing, with everyone at the same time.

And boy, it was a competition here. Most girls were wearing their shortest skirts, their tightest jeans, their boldest earrings, newest hair-dos'; hair dos' that I was certain the didn't have on, just yesterday, and the fanciest outfits - things I legit see only celebrities on TV wearing, and a lot of them only talking to boys who looked their class; Since boys had the leverage to grow their hair in Ss3, most of them had it all combed out into really big afros, or had them permed into nice curls, or just shaved into fancy hair cuts they didn't have on yesterday.

And together, girls and boys turned the hallway into a contest of vanity; showing off newly done nails, and flipping their expensive hair and phones in everyone's faces, and showing off expensive gadgets and gold wrist watches, male designer shoes and clothes from expensive male brands- Respectively. And not forgetting to give due relevance to the worthy class, as well.

Like how they had been showering the Igbo Sisters with out of this world compliments.

Only but this time around, there was a difference.

For some reason....

Classmates seemed to be giving me attention too.

"Hey, Dabi!"

It was the first person who called me that had me stunned. It was a girl from Class B, who was in a group of random talkative girls that were all over boys like Jaja and Ayo. She had called my name, and was waving so hard with all excitement, and the others with her in the group, seemed to cast me some approving looks that surprised me.

Really surprised me.

After her were a series of other random greetings that were just coming my way, alongside the Sisters individual greetings, and to say I was absolutely confused and surprised was an understatement.

It was for a fact that since I made my 'debut' on Instagram as 'the girl wearing the beanie', a lot of classmates had been all about me, literally fan-girling, and participate since Aaron and Casper had muted Winnie and her clique that day in class, my haters have been more silent and timid.

So silent and timid that I didn't even know them.

Yet, I didn't think I had gathered that much relevance to even be recognized in the midst of stunning girls as the Sisters.

I wasn't even sure how to feel about that.

I didn't want attention, that was for sure. I had told myself that a hundred time; Good, bad, or neutral attention - I didn't want it....

However, taking a look at all the changes all around me, I thought how it wouldn't be such a bad idea to not be absolutely hated by the entire set.

I was tensed; yes, and I wasn't sure why; positive, yet, somehow, I still felt some form of relief.

"To be honest, I think everyone is just exaggerating anyhow. Me, I don't like what Giwa and her friends wore today. Giwa, especially is just too overrated in this set. Hassana dresses like a prostitute. Shade isn't that stunning, and Prissy only knows how to pour oil on her face and be shining like the sun every day!"

We walked right into a bunch of girls from Winnie's group, gossiping bitterly about our set's alpha female clique, just immediately we stepped foot in our partially full class.

It was hard to not show disgust. Even Chika who out rightly would have ignored people like them - unless they crossed the line - couldn't even hold back a scoff as we walked past the girls, and towards our seats.

The girls however seemed to quieten down as we walked past them, and I wasn't sure if it was because of the twins' obvious glare on them, or if they were scared that the Sisters would have it in them to report what they said to Giwa, since well, the Sisters were one of the very minor majority of the set that Giwa actually talked to.

Those girls didn't even know that neither Chika, nor Soma, nor the twins really could give them a second thought.

"You all saw Miranda Archibong in the hallway, and that hell mess she wore to School, right?" Ebere said as we all started to take our seats, in a round circle, in our row.

"Isn't everyone going bonkers?" Chika laughed. "Miranda is just part of the majority that's apparently losing their minds today, no big deal."

"She looked absolutely terrible." Ebere said, throwing shade on Miranda, as Chika was trying to scratch the topic off.

"Seconded," Ebube quipped. "She looked ridiculous."

"Stupid as hell," Ebere snorted in irritation.

"Like a fucking clown." Ebube spat, and I was taken aback by the amount of bitterness sipping down her tone as her words rolled off her tongue.

I saw Miranda too, and all she wore that particularly called for alarm was a skirt that more or less looked like a handkerchief.

Yes, it was very inappropriate. But, I found it a little 'rich' how it was the twins who were dissing her, when both girls had the audacity to show up in School with what they were both wearing.

While Soma had adapted a more fashionable, tinker-bell themed green body con short dress, Chika wore an ordinary jeans and a tee - however, having that Chika was blessed with a wicked slim thick figure, and an ass that looked like she should have been one of the Kardarsians, her appearance wasn't so ordinary, and out of all of us, she had guys staring at her the most.

Not that she cared.

But the twins...

I mean, their identical white crop tops and jean jackets was just fine, but they seemed to want to adapt a gangster female kind of look this afternoon, so they both had tied matching black bandanas on their head, and went all out to wear some lowrise jeans that unapologetically showed their black thong panties to the world.

Yes, they wore that to School, and were shading someone else for wearing an ordinary short skirt.

It was clear that it was just something more than her dressing that got the twins so irritated by her today. And to think of it, with that alarmingly short skirt Miranda wore, she had been running from boy to boy, laughing and playing, and screaming for 'Casper, my cousin' to be found, wherever he was, and I particularly noticed that Nana Obi was one of the boys she was all around in the hallway.

Nana Obi.

Ebube Onuoha.

It all made a lot more sense to me why the twins were suddenly sooo bitter.

"Am I the only one who didn't notice Archibong though?" Chika asked in surprise.

"Makes sense why you're not appalled," Ebere said.

"She didn't particularly stand out so much though," Soma countered. "I barely noticed her too, but I did see when she slapped Nomso's ass, that was kinda funny." She giggled like an innocent five year old.

The twins completely ignored Soma.

I could grab why Chika and Soma were not picking it up so that the reason the twins were pissed with Miranda, in reality, had nothing to do with what she wore to School today.

Or maybe I was the one overthinking things.

Maybe it was just her outfit.

"So, sisters, which approach do I use when meeting Vanessa Ayandele?" Chika was quick to dust off Miranda's case like she it didn't matter. "When I accept her dinner invitation, should I show up being forward and straight to the point?" She gesticulated, "Or should I be more subtle and soft spoken?"

"First of all, who the hell is Vanessa Ayandele?" Ebere had to ask.

The question surprised me, because I thought by now, being the witches I had already presumed the twins to be, there would know literally everything and everyone there was to know.

"How would you know when instead of actually listening to me, all you and Ebube have been doing since morning is online shopping?" Chika sassed Ebere with an eye roll.

"Shut the fuck up, Chi," Ebere actually laughed at that, "Seriously, though, who's the chick?"

"The chick," Chika made sure to cast Ebere an up and down look, " is one of the biggest authors of our generation, and a very huge inspiration to young women's right activists like me."

"Interesting." Ebube looked the slightest bit impressed, as she joined in the conversation.

"Yes, it is interesting, Ebube," Chika said. "Vanessa has over 20 million Twitter followers, and is really active at what she does, and that was one of the reasons I completely fell in love with that lady. Just listening to her talk is enough to fuel you with so much energy; she's all about social, political, and economic equality of both genders, challenging systematic degradation of women, curbing vices like sexual harassment, domestic violence, pay gaps, body shaming, sexual and reproduction rights, honour crimes-"

I watched Chika talk, and couldn't help but feel moved with just how much passion in her tome as she laid her points down. She used so much hand gestures and she talked so damn fast. Her pretty eyes glinted with so much elation, and her whole body, her entire demeanour showed it that this was something she absolutely LOVED talking about; it almost sounded like she had been piling it all up in her, and this was her only opportunity to let everything she wanted to say out to be heard by someone.

She reminded me of myself each time I talked about anything that had to do with Dance.

"- And she's not your basic average 'Twitter misandrist disguised as feminists' who claim to be for Women's right, but then, use it as an opportunity to be biased or prejudiced against the male gender, Vanessa actually has quality messages." Chika was telling us.

"I like her already!" Soma chirped like a child.

"Woah, this is serious. You mean she is that big and noticed you," Ebere raised a brow, laughed under her breath and threw her hands in the air. "We've made it, Chi!"

"I'm still in shock too," Chika said.

"She probably went through your page, Chi Mama, and I bet she liked what she saw, and that's why she wanted to meet with you," Soma sounded very certain."

"Definitely," Ebere nodded in agreement. "You have over a hundred tweets, all concerning feminism and all its concerns, and I'm sure someone like Vanessa would absolutely love to meet a smart and determined secondary school girl who knows what she stands for."

"Seconded," Ebube came in. "And plus you're also a young, short sighted female boxer with an impressive record of wins; you're bound to have been recognized someday, you should have seen this coming, sweetheart."

"I'm totally happy for you, Chi," Soma threw a big hug at Chika, who couldn't help but blush and let the girl.

"Sisters, it's just...." Chika looked down for a moment, eyes a little downcast after Soma had left her. "It is an opportunity, right? And that's why I'm scared of messing it up. You guys know how hard I work to be heard, especially on the Media, yet for the longest time, it had been seeming like no one was even bothered to hear me.... And now, I have a chance with Vanessa Ayandele. What if I do something wrong and mess everything up?"

I understood Chika.

She did work so hard. A lot. Not only by advocating for Women's rights on the Media, but also in general. And one thing that shocked me the most about her was that she NEVER allowed herself to give up.

I had never quite met any one who worked as hard as she did; she wanted to prove a point to someone, she worked hard; even if it was something as insignificant as testing Mr. Harry's patience to show him she wasn't afraid of him, she worked hard on it. She wanted to prove a point against someone, she still worked hard. She wanted to prove to herself, she even worked harder. She practiced so hard on her punching bags so many hours a day, and it always paid off for her; she rarely, very rarely lost a match. She wasn't naturally graced with intelligence, but she worked her way into being a B student, and she was still working and working harder every single day.

Of course, things were eventually going to turn out well for her, right?

"You'll do fine," Ebere said to her, assured Chika softly. "Don't sweat it."

"Seconded," Ebube agreed.

"And you don't have to prepare yourself so much too," Soma said to her. "Just be yourself, and I guarantee that Vanessa would love you. Everyone loves you, Chi Mama."

"They're all right." I surprised myself by speaking up.

Chika turned to look at me, something in between surprise and gratitude was glinting in her eyes.

"I'm sure Vanessa will love you, no matter what," I told her.

"Thank you," She said to me, eyes filled with genuine appreciation for my words. She turned to the Sisters, "Thank all of you. This was the kind of prep talk I needed, really."

"You, go girl!" Ebere cooed for her, and Soma was busy, hooting a victory chant for Chika.

I smiled...

One thing I absolutely loved about these girls was their willingness to always, always make sure everyone felt better when they were down or discouraged about something.

They made me so, so happy.

"IT'S TIME!" Soma suddenly shouted all of a sudden, jerking up from her seat in alert.

"Time for what?" Chika frowned in confusion.

"Our first Saturday lesson class," Soma said. "We start with Biology, and It's in the next 30 seconds!" As she was talking, she grabbed that damn weapon she called a bell.

"Close your ears, Sisters." Chika warned us all. We adhered, covered our ears with our hands, already knowing what was about to go down.

Somadina Best rang that bell like a mad man.

"GO TO THE LAB OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" She started by running around the class and screaming at everyone's faces, as she clanged that bell in all their ears.

"STAND UP AND GO TO THE LAB OOOOOHHHH!" She ran out of the class, ringing that bell like she had lost her mind, and even from the Hallway, I could hear Soma's loud voice, screaming at everyone, and the sound of her bell, clanging at its hardest, as she probably rang it every classmate's ears.

I wondered to myself how it was possible that absolutely no one had lost their cool and beaten Soma to a bloody pulp by now.

But not my Soma.

I mean, if anything happened to her, who else would I talk to about everything shit that happen with me and Marcus Acha?

*****

It had been about half an hour since we all got here, and all the Labs in the Practical Centre of the School was buzzing with so much noise and energy from my classmates.

Everything made me feel so uncomfortable to me. Classmates were all scattered all around the place - in the Labs, outside on the corridors, on the pathway - all dividing themselves and fitting into in small cliques, talking and laughing, flirting and playing, and basically socializing and showing off, seemingly even more excited than the should be to be in School.

It beat my understanding how all my classmates could be so into something with all their heart, and it was was giving me this much discomfort.

It was much easier to believe that they were all pretending to love engaging themselves like that and it was all an act.

The Sisters were all joining in to make up Aaron and Casper's Final year documentary 'First day of Saturday Lesson' video, and the moment Chika noticed my discomfort, she subtly took us out of the circle, and made us all find seats in one of the Labs.

That girl was a live saver.

Because of her, we even picked the best lab around to chill. All the Labs were virtually the same, anyways, it was just that the one we had picked to stay was the newest one, so it was a tad bit more neat than the others; the walls were whiter, the white tiles were cleaner, and it had an ever bigger hall-like space, as well as newer, whiter round tables and stools that surrounded the entire place completely.

And for the first time in my life, I was actually anticipating the start of class and I couldn't even believe it myself. I mean, when class started, all these social circles and groups would be disbanded and I would have my peace, right?

Ironically, when I started to hear Charlie Ba's voice, from outside, calling out for my classmates to be orderly and get set in the Lab for their classes, the moment that all those social groups started to disband and troop into the Labs, I felt nothing close to peace.

Soon, our Lab was getting even fuller and fuller, with both faces I recognized from our class, and faces I knew where from other classes, and as soon as the realization hit me that this was going to probably be an ultimate combined class I have never seen before, I got even more tensed.

"Dabz?" Chika called my name, seeming to notice my discomfort.

I turned to the pretty, light skinned girl who stared at me with furrowed brows that hinted her slight confusion and worry.

"Are you okay?" She asked me.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, trying and failing to sound as undisturbed as I could possibly sound.

"You're shaking." She picked up.

I was?

I swallowed. Ignored Chika. Even though I felt her gaze on me, ever so attentive to every detail about my body.

"I'm fine." I answered. Didn't look at her as I lied through my teeth.

"Which classes are combining with us?" I asked Soma. She was the prefect; she would know.

"Classes B and-" Soma was answering.

"Class B?" Ebere frowned in confusion. "That's new, we never have combined classes with them.

"Exactly, what happened with Class A?" Ebube asked.

"It's uncertain for now," Soma said. "The order may change next Saturday, but for now, there's no certainty that Class A will join us."

So, indirectly, they were saying I wouldn't see Marcus Acha.

"Well, they may join us, but-"

I completely cut Soma off when I noticed the group of girls who were walking past our table.

Winnie and her stuck up friends.

And I didn't mean to look too much, but something strong in me felt like something was wrong.

The way these girls were walking and passing glances, whispering amongst themselves, I knew something was wrong. talking about the Sisters, and I knew it certainly couldn't be anything good.

Until I heard one of them;

"-It's the way everyone is now suddenly giving her so much relevance because she managed to gather small reps. Nonsense; once a wannabe, always a wannabe. That's what I honestly think of Dabi."

It was Funmi, Winnie's pretty, light skinned best friend.

Her comment finished me.

Completely.

It was like a slap to my face.

The Sisters too, were suddenly so quiet.

I couldn't tell if they heard Funmi, but Chika looked visibly upset, Soma looked very offended and sad, and the twins didn't even hide it; they wouldn't stop glaring so hard behind Winnie and her group of friends....

Until one of them noticed eyes boring holes behind her back.

The girl who noticed the twins had turned back only to have a whiplash that froze her in fear.

The other girls in the group noticed, and as soon as Winnie, Funmi, and the others had turned our direction to notice the reactions from the Sisters, I started hearing panic whispers of 'Did they hear us?' coming from them, as they looked around themselves, somewhat hysterically.

In all honesty, I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.

But I was scared of drawing even more attention to myself.

"Ignore them." Chika said.

I wasn't sure who she was talking to: Me or the twins, who I knew were about to launch themselves onto Winnie and her group like a cannon ball.

"Just ignore them, please." She shook her head, still upset, clearly showing it in all her body language that it was even something very difficult for her to do.

The twins looked too angry to comply, and as they whipped their heads away from Winnie and her group, I could see them shooting serious daggers into their phones as they typed away in furious speed.

"I don't just under why everyone has to be so mean here." Soma's voice had a quiet, sad tone to it.

"Winnie and her friends are irrelevant-" Chika was saying.

"-Yet they still had the audacity to talk about Dabi like that, right in front of us, and we couldn't even do shit about it," Ebere bit back, countering Chika.

I knew she was angry, yet her tone was controlled, and her hands kept thumbing away, ever so furiously on her phone.

"Sometimes, you don't fight back, Ebere," Chika said calmly to her.

Ebere snapped.

Her phone clattered against the table as it dropped from her hand in a moment of her, outrightly losing it.

"Oh yeah? And what has that done for us?" Her head shot up in a flash as she spat at Chika immediately, fire in her eyes. "What has that done to help people back off Dabi too, Chi? Educate me, since you're always the one who knows what's best for everyone!"

Chika remained calm, as she watched the twin flare up.

It was Soma who gasped and backed up for her.

"Is there something you want to say to me, Ebere?" Chika asked the girl calmly.

"I don't like how you're always stopping me from reacting to everyone's bullshit." Ebere told her straight up.

Chika didn't argue, she listened.

"Look where all that 'ignore them, ignore them' has gotten us now. Once upon a time, Winnie and her friends couldn't even breathe near us, and now they're now gathering the bloody morale to talk shit where we are?"

She was almost sounding like she was even accusing Chika of being the reason the when thing with Winnie happened.

"I say we fight fire for fire, and teach all these haters a lesson about messing with the wrong people," Ebere went on, stating her point, "But apparently, Chika Chioma is all about mental health peace and ignoring haters, when you can just fuck them up instead-"

She flat out sounded like she was attacking Chika now.

"Later, she'll now claim she's an activist, when she stays to watch shit like this happen, and does absolutely nothing in retaliation. Outright nonsense." Ebere sucked her teeth in all her irritation.

I was just shocked.

Ebere didn't even bat an eyelid as she said all that to Chika.

She seemed too angry to even fully understand the gravity of what she just said.

"Ebere." Chika's voice was surprisingly in control, as she took the silence as an opportunity to speak.

"I'm an activist," She started subtly. "An activist puts their time and energy into things that will be beneficial to the Society, and not some baseless, secondary school drama that isn't worth it, at the end of the day."

"Your friend is getting bullied." Ebere fired back.

"And how is fighting everybody going to make a difference, Ebere?" Chika asked her, her voice rising in the slightest. "I fight to make a difference, not to avenge. If we go around attacking everyone who attacks Dabi, we'll just end up making things worse for her in the long run, and I'm sorry, but I cannot let that happen. At the end of the day, when shit hits the fan, you all will still come back and cry to me for a solution. Why don't we just avoid all the trouble till it dies down?"

Ebere was quiet. Angry and unconvinced, yes, but quiet.

"Look, b," Chika took a tone lower. "Sometimes, the best answer is silence. You have to understand that, and also, learn to give relevance to whom relevance is due."

Ebere stayed quiet, her lips squeezed in an angry point as it seemed she was unwilling to understand Chika's point.

"Talk all you want, but at the end of the day, I'm always right." Was all she said.

Ebube sat there, by her sister, saying absolutely nothing from beginning to end, but I was most certain she was on her sister's side.

As always.

Chika didn't argue with Ebere anymore; I guess she figured it wasn't worth it.

And that exact moment was when Miranda Archibong stepped into the class with a loud cackle of laughter, coming along with her, and a few other classmates she was all over, clearly bothering them.

I swear, if the twins had a gun, they would have shot Miranda dead on the spot, because they looked livid. They hadn't even turned to hear her voice, but they knew she was the one.

A heavy realization hit me, quite suddenly.

"Miranda is in Class F, so what is she doing here?"

Ebube took the question right out of my mouth.

Soma looked very worried, it started to rub of on me.

"You guys didn't let me finish...." She said. "The classes joining us are Class B and....." She actually swallowed, as she turned towards the door where newer faces started joining us in the lab, "Class F."

I died on the spot.

"Lord have mercy," Chika groaned into her hands.

As if in cue, the students of Class F started to troop into the class, and fill up all the entire space, like they owned the whole Lab.

It was the girls first, and Class F girls were majority very loud, annoying, and mean - A rough summary of an average CH girl.

It was their boys that didn't sit well with me.

They most definitely didn't sit well with a lot of classmates as well, because as soon as they -Kaniru George and clan of hooligans - started to bounce into the class, like a bunch of organized crime terrorists, there was an immediate eerie kind of silence that filled up the entire class.

And there was a girl with them.

Her name was Ajiroghene.

She walked, side to side, with Kaniru George himself, and although, she didn't have on the same kind of identical black overalls they all wore in uniform, she, like them, had a red bandana tagged just by the side pocket of the blue jeans she saw.

They looked like cultists. Dead looking, hulk looking, huge scary cultists, and as they walked in, everyone in the air dissipated like flies, even avoided eye contact, making sure to not even accidentally graze the hems of their shirts, before somehow, they'd get into trouble with them, and it would be another story of how someone bled their way into the School clinic.

The set hadn't still forgotten how one of the boys, Affah, had beaten up an unfortunate bastard in the boy's bathroom for something so trivial, and almost rendered the boy paralyzed, and till today, that boy was still limping, and it was still rumoured that he had an iron transplants in his left leg that aided him to walk.

Not to talk of Kaniru who had countless bad records in the school for doing the most appalling things, things even worse than making someone have a limp in their walk. I mean, the School was even currently on the boy's case for nearly killing an Ss2 boy in cold blood, and the dark skinned, red eyed monster didn't even look afraid to do worse.

Ajiroghene didn't even fail to sync well with the group anyway. She wasn't as tall as the boys, but she was close. At an impressive height of 5'9 for a girl, Ajiro stood tall and proud; Along with her dark, firm structured angry looking face, and her large mass of body that had a lot of meat, Ajiro could easily intimidate a lot of people without struggle.

And she was a horrible bully.

I had heard a lot about her, and experienced her wrath myself during the terrible phases I had to go through this term when Class F girls wanted to tear me to pieces. Popular in our set for being so razz and ghetto and a certified street fighter, this girl used her powers to trample upon other people.... Girls and Boys.

"Wetin you dey look? Are you mad?!" She barked at a random girl in class who wouldn't stop staring at her and the boys, harshly asking what she was looking at, and me, along side a good number of other weak pathetic classmates jumped at her loud, fierce angry tone of voice.

I was absolutely terrified.

And in that moment, I felt Chika's hands softly hold mine, and without words, she told me to calm down.

Ajiro had eventually slipped in something in a similar looking kind of rolling paper that Soma had put in Nutri C to give me in, and I knew it was something illegal. The boy had pocketed it like a criminal, and after a few laughs and fist bumps from Ajiro to Kaniru and his boys, she disassociated with them, and they walked straight towards a full table of boys and girls, saying absolutely nothing, yet having them rise in fear and leave their seats for them to have.

It dawned on me that I could get into trouble for looking. So, I looked away.

After all, one time in the past, Kaniru had made a junior boys walk around our block, stack naked just because he caught him staring at he and his boys.

I only wondered why the School found it so difficult to expel Kaniru George.

To expel all these boys in fact.

And Ajiro too.

How could they even say that I'd be having Saturday Lessons with people like them from now on?

How would I survive this?

Chika's hand still held onto me, and I breathed in and out, inhaled and exhaled air.

Breathe, Dabi, breathe.

Just brea-

Large hands immediately slammed fists on our table, causing me to jump and squeal in panic, at the scary new presence.

I already knew who it was before I looked, and I wanted to dissapear from existence, than be left to face the brunt of whatever was coming to us now.

"What the fuck is this bitch." I heard Ebere mutter under her breath.

Ajiroghene was here.

God in Heaven.

There was a stone cold expression on her face as she surveyed the occupants of the table, saying nothing, but passing out fierce order with her dark, scary eyes.

The table started to empty out for her.

Everyone was leaving their seats for Ajiro to have the entire table.

Well....

Everyone except the Sisters.

I swallowed, once, twice, multiple times, as I looked around from a calm Chika to a worried Soma, to an unbothered Ebere and Ebube.

The table was soon only comprising of the Sisters, who remained undisturbed by Ajiroghene.

And as soon as Ajiro realised what was happening, her eyes zeroed down on all of us, narrowed in disbelief at our audacity.

"Oh, you people want special order, shebi? Una no go like bounce?" She looked us all, from Chika to Soma to me and to the twins.

I wanted to go.

I really wanted to leave this table as she was ordering us to.

But how could I stand up alone when the Sisters weren't making any effort to even move.

"Stand the fuck up, before I do something we'll all regret." Ajiro threatened in a low, cold voice that scared me.

Asides the fact that I was shocked she could make a complete and correct statement in English, without adding pidgin, I knew Ajiro meant what she said.

I knew it was a matter of time before she started to throw hands at Chika.

However, Chika didn't seem threatened.

Not even in the Slightest.

With all due respect, she was being too confident. Ajiroghene was three times her size.

What bothered me the most was that I knew Chika was not going to let Ajiroghene disrespect us like this. She was always generally calm to conflict, but when it had to do with this kind of utter degradation and severed rights........ Well, Chika was a tiger.

And with a calm and collected voice, she lifted her head up to Ajiroghene, and said to her;

"We are not standing up."

Well, lucky you, the next chapter is almost ready, so I'll most likely update before Tuesday, and on Tuesday as well♥️

See you till then, I'm really not feeling too well and I want to sleep♥️