Guys, this update was supposed to come yesterday.

You know what happened, lol? I was about to come here and type and then... I saw the votes on chapter five.

All the vibe left my body in seconds.

100 plus reads, and about twenty something votes. Fam, I was absolutely drained and seconds was all it took for me to lose every vibe, energy, and strength to update again.

I appreciate your engagement tbh, I absolutely love the fact that you read this book, but please, voting is also very encouraging. You don't understand this, voting can go a long way to encourage and discourage a writer. I can come here, all pumped to dish out double updates or even triple for you guys and I see the votes and just shut down.

Please, vote. If you like a chapter, I don't see why you won't vote.

A part of me feels this would still be ignored and at the end of the day, I'll come here to see 200 reads and probably 10 votes or something, this time around. But okay😥

I just thank God I was able to finish this chapter in time to post today, and to be honest, if not for the comments, I don't know when next I would have updated. So, if you commented or voted, God bless you, you're the reason this update is here❤️

~ACHA~

"Hottest girl in the building?"

One of the guys popped the question, and I noticed that Sean who, with me, was full into the thriving conversation with the other boys, had his smile gone, face, visibly dropped in unamusement, brow raised, clearly unimpressed, the moment he saw JJ, rolling some weed.

I almost face palmed.

Weed. Sean absolutely hated it - and my goodness, the guy just didn't know how to hide his irritation.

I almost asked him if seeing JJ do things like this - smoking weed, for example - was even supposed to be new to him.

"Alfa." Another guy answered the first guy. "Alfa, hands down! That girl fine die!"

And so brethren, that was how it happened.

That was how I ended up, alongside with Sean , mixing up with the infamous notorious boys of our set, drinking the night away, inhaling over and over, the stench of cigarettes and alcohol, and involving in a verbal rating and ranking session for all the girls, present in the party.

How did Sean and I get to know guys like this? Long ass story.

To be honest, in a way, I had no detailed explanation for it. All I knew was that somehow, JJ's closeness with this rebellion of rule breakers and termed 'terrorists' of the set, had eventually started to slowly rub off on me and Sean.

JJ, as he always declared he wanted to be called, was someone that Sean and I had known for years now, and I kid you not when I say that we have known this nigga way back, even before he started to speak.

JJ's full name? Jeffery Jarah Jarah.

And we all practically grew up together.

However, JJ was always two years younger than us, but as far and as long as we had known the guy, he always had a flair for trying out things that were too 'explicit' for his age - one of the problems our parents and his parents, always had with him.

JJ started watching pornography before he was in primary school.

JJ smoked his first cigarette in primary two. Oh yes. Sean and I were ten, and he was just barely clocking eight years old, at the time.

He started involving himself in petty robbery at the age of ten.

He had been in and out of Juvenile detention before he even became a teenager.

At age thirteen, he stole his own father's Mazda car and attempted to drive it to school. Of course, he had ended up in an accident, and would have ended up in juvi again if not for the fact that he almost lost his life.

And then in SS1, JJ befriended Kaniru George - the set's infamous drug dealer and bully.

Now, today, all thanks to our very own JJ, peep Sean and I, sitting, mingling, and guffawing in the very midst of Kaniru's bad boys - even if at his absence, for now.

And no, we weren't particularly close to them, but I had to admit it that the amount of time we spent with these guys, was quite unhealthy.

"I'd totally tap that Kisha chick, she on fire tonight!" JJ was the one who had publicly announced his probable conquest and even though the guys kept hailing him on, I couldn't help but feel like he sounded absolutely ridiculous.

"Will you shut up your mouth? Tap what?" It was Sean who attacked JJ immediately, didn't even waste time to communicate his thoughts, and even though it was laughed off, I knew Sean was not joking.

Funny how some girls in our set didn't even realise that they were older than this JJ who knew how to run his mouth... But in their defence, you couldn't know JJ was only barely turning 15 just by looking at him.

While Sean had a baby-like attractiveness that made you want to 'aww' when you looked at his dark, dimple punctuated face, JJ, rather, looked like the stoner that he was.

However, I'd give this to the guy - JJ was actually built like a god. He had well defined muscles that were almost too prominent for a 'kid' his age. He was also graced with a basketballer's height, a model's face, clear brown skin, and a perfect set of white teeth, which surprised me because I always wondered how his teeth could be so white even with the unhealthy pattern of his smoking habit.

"Don't you think you've had enough of that, man?" Sean raised an annoyed brow at JJ when he started to rolling another joint.

JJ only threw his head back and laughed. Sean didn't laugh, Didn't even make an attempt to smile or act like he was the least bit impressed. And what did JJ do? Well, he still ended up still smoking his shit anyway.

If I was being honest with myself, JJ's friendship with these wayward boys didn't exactly sit well with me. I mean, the boys were actually cool, and to an extent, fun to be around when they weren't going too far with their antics and pranks. Majorly, we had bonded with them over Basketball, but even with all that, one fact about them always always unsettled me.

They were drug dealers.

If that wasn't clear enough, I didn't do drugs.

Infact, that was where I drew the line.

I wasn't quite sure where Sean stood with them on the issue of drugs. Sure, he didn't do drugs too, and in many ways that surprised me, Sean was actually a very grounded human being. But asides his personal and inward hatred for weed specifically, I knew he didn't particularly care if a person was into drugs or any other similar shit like that, in general.

So, I didn't fully understand why he was always hot and cold with Kaniru's boys. I mean, sometimes he'd be cool with them, and sometimes, he just wasn't.

A part of me felt that Sean hated to see JJ going astray so easily, since he was literally like a little brother to us, so once in a while, he drew his line with the boys.

Another part deep down in me honestly felt like Sean was a bit jealous of JJ's closeness to the boys. He didn't hate the boys, not at all, he may actually have also felt they were cool people. I felt he only started to have issues with the boys when it started to look like like JJ was placing more importance on them over us... or specifically, over him. That explained his usual switches in his attitude towards them.

Like I said before, Sean could get unnecessarily possessive over a lot of things. I didn't even know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

That's why deep down in me, I knew that if he saw that video, he was most likely to handle things in the most drastic way possible.

And that couldn't happen.

"Oh, hell no, I didn't just hear you crown that jumpy blabbermouth yellow bitch the best looking girl in this party."

I didn't recognise the voice of the female who had just unapologetically walked into our gathering with a friend, just as one of the guys was still talking about Hassana Alfa.

Maranathans. The two of them were Maranatha girls.

And with just one look, I instantly recognised them both, the shorter one on ponytail, and the bigger one with the huge afro, to be the same girls who had started the 'twerk down' that caused commotion, just some minutes ago.

"Dead it, boys." The afro girl spoke casually, pulling out a cigar stick for one of the guys, Jagun, to light for her, "Your little CH girls are no match for we, Maranathans." She puffed smoke into the air, as she lighted her friend's stick.

Well, the guys were quite quick to admit them in and before I knew it, they were easily flowing with them and sparking an easy connection.

"What about you, Marc? What do you think?" Afro girl directed the question to me.

I looked at her once and knew what she was doing. I became even more certain when she started coming over my way.

"Who'd you rather?" She got even closer to me, smirk intact, bent to lean in close, and I lost my breath for a second when I felt her hands on my thighs, and the boys around me were a hooting mess by now.

Afro girl didn't even care about the attention she was bringing to herself.

"CH girls...?" She smiled, made sure I got a view of her cleavage in that position, nearly choking me with a breath that reeked of cigarettes, "Or Maranatha girls?"

She was hitting on me.

As flattering a fact that was.. How do I get myself out of this?

Well, I actually didn't. With the excessive noise the guys were making on watching the scene, something in me felt all pumped up and high.

And that was how I decided to play along with this girl.

A smirk crept on my lips and I bit my lower lip slightly, matching her flirty look, head, tilted to the side. "Why do I feel like I shouldn't dare to give you an answer you won't like?"

Her smirk turned into a teasing smile, and when those eyes of hers' lit up, it almost felt like I could see every bad thought through them.

"Oya, Kiki and Sydney, it af do. Let's bounce!" Someone had called out to the Maranatha girls, and I recognised the new voice to belong to one of the ghetto girls in our set.

"Chill a sec, Ajiro!" Afro girl had called out, intent on staying with me a while longer, and Ajiro had already picked up the other ponytail girl.

"I'll text you, handsome," Afro girl circled her long nails on my chest.

And how will you get my number?

"I have my ways," She replied, and I pretended not to be shocked at the fact that she had replied my thoughts. Okay.

"The name's Victoria," Afro girl didn't stop drawing circles on my chest. "Friends call me Kiki.." She added, leaned in close to whisper into my ears, "But you can call me baby."

"Kiki oo!" One of the girls called out.

Afro girl winked at me, before leaving with ponytail girl and Ajiro.

I could finally breathe when she was gone.

"Brahhhhh!" Sean shouted, "She was TOTALLY hitting on you!"

That was how the showers of praises from the boys began.

"Acha, you're the man!"

"No other like you oo, boss!"

"Ladies Magnet!"

"Gimme some of that charm, man!"

"Man like Acha!"

I liked it.

Kill me if you may, I loved the praise. As a matter of fact, I didn't even want them to stop.

"Nah, but for real, she's pretty though.." Sean nudged me, couldn't stop being so happy.

"Her friend is finer, abeg!" Another guy said.

"She's got more ass than her friend, who fine face epp!" JJ cackled loudly, and the entire sofa was shaking as the boys broke into a fit of hysteric laughing.

"You guys, you guys, you guys..." JJ was calling back attention to himself, "I know a chick hotter than both girls combined!"

Interesting.

"Have you SEEN Affah's new Benz?!!" He roughly shook the shoulders of the Affah guy by his right - a lanky boy who was smiling like he just won a trophy, while the boys were hailing his new ride.

"Man, man, man, look! No backing down! I've already told Kaniru oo, when he shows up, we're jacking that ride tonight! We're going to cruise, guy! We're going to shut down Lagos, Fam!" JJ was still rapping, and all the other boys were quickly and easily agreeing to the plan.

Sean stopped smiling.

"I don't get." He said his mind.

Everyone turned to Sean and I prayed something would touch him to shut up.. but no. No such luck.

"Are you guys mad?" Sean looked just as irritated as he sounded. Face, plain as a clean sheet.

The boys were frowning now in confusion, some, starting to even look defensive already, but my guy didn't give a fuck. Not at all. He continued talking, even if I wished he stopped.

"You, JJ. See that your mouth you're opening to shout  'cruise cruise'," He faced a confused as hell JJ.

"Guy, chill na.." I tried to stop him from talking.

"Fimisile," He flung my hand away, faced JJ head on, "You want to shut down Lagos with a car. Shotgun. How old are you?" Sean spat plainly.

"Nigga, watch your mouth." One of the guys with a red cap warned Sean.

"Come and beat me." Sean challenged, without even sparing him a glance.

I leaned back on the sofa, giving up on Sean and sighing in exhaustion as I watched the madness that was about to unfold.

"I think we should calm down small..." JJ was quick to rush into the escalating atmosphere.

I knew why Sean was suddenly acting up. JJ may have been smart enough to pick up the hint too.

"Sean, you can come with us.." He said subtly, and I couldn't help but pick up that slight soft look of respect that JJ, no matter what, had for Sean.

I heard Sean mutter a stubborn 'I don't want', but I doubted anyone else heard it too.

"And besides.." JJ continued, " Affah is the one driving, not me."

Sean frowned, still unimpressed. "So? How old is he?"

"Nigga, the same age as you," Affah's deep defensive voice cut in and I saw the skinny boy thoroughly looking over Sean with annoyance.

"Exactly, mumu." Sean responded immediately. Affah backed up. Mumu?

"We're both seventeen, that's still doesn't change the fact that it's under-aged driving." Sean said.

And that still doesn't change the fact that you don't care, Sean.

He wouldn't care about this kind of thing on a norm. I was a 100% sure he just did not want JJ leaving off with these guys tonight. And I knew Sean, he was ready to stress this on and do whatever he could, as far as JJ did not get to leave this party with these guys.

I was about to come in, and tell everyone to just let it be, and forget about this whole thing as all it seemed to be doing was making a mountain of things.

I was just about to open my mouth when I felt mad chills run through my body.

I saw her first through the corner of my eyes and the suffocating gravity of her stalking stare on me, set me on the edge.... I kept my composure, as best as I could, didn't move or change my leaning position on the couch.

Casually, I turned to look her back square, straight into those plain, stalking eyes of hers.

And.... What the bloody fuck?

~DABI~

"This will be a night to never forget."

Chika's driver had just parked the car in a gigantic spaced compound, that had a magnificient building, mounted in the middle - one I believed was Yure's famous house. The music could already be heard, blaring wildly from even the outside and I could feel every vibration of the bass, right in my goddamn bones, reminding me and making it even more clear to me that indeed, classmates were really inside that huge house, polluting it with vanity.

"You should have stayed back home. You don't belong here."

I had forced my focus away from the voice that only I could hear. And Chika, who was the one that appeared like my guardian angel, saving me from the evil grasps of the demons in my head, placed a warm hand on my shoulder - one that made me feel a whole lot better. Made me feel like I belonged somewhere indeed.

"Relax, Dabs, It's okay." she had smiled at me. Her calm tone went a long way to ease the frail bitch in my chest that was thrashing wildly, and in a way, saved me from the repeated torture that was yet arising in my head.

"This will be a night to never forget." She reassured me, and I smiled. Genuinely.

"Roger that!" Soma nearly deafened me, screaming, as she hopped out of the car, squealing and 'wee-inng' like the little child in a tall girl's body that she was.

The twins rather chose to look more posh and sophisticated, so they stepped down from the car dramatically, hands on akimbo, popping their gum at the exact same time, like they rehearsed this shit.

Together, with the same identical observing eyes, they slowly scanned through every visible feature of the mansion and it's vast, pretty compound. A hint of approval, so identical, flashed across their eyes, satisfied, approving smiles grazed the corners of their lips, as they absolutely admired the ambiguosity and magnificence of this paradise we just stepped into.

They weren't exaggerating with all the hype around Yure's house . Even from the outro, it looked like it should have belonged to a British royal family. The main building looked like a castle - a long, gold and white coloured castle, decorated with excess water fountains, with the biggest one, flowing into a clear blue pool that looked too regal to be in existence.

Fancy beach chairs and furniture, cars and even more cars were decorated all around the diamond tiled grounds of the compound, and especially at the pool side. Coupled with the solar street lights all around the place, that shone and blended a beautiful mix of blue and white, creating a warming feel for the place, I could say it felt like a mini heaven in here.

"Woahhhhhh!" Soma's eyes were wide with pleasant, pleasant shock. She squealed, tugged excitedly on my sleeves. "It feels like I'm in Atlantis!"

"Atlantis, kwa!" Chika laughed heartily.

"Yes, yes." Baby-like eyes widened even more on Chika. "You know? Atlantis?" Here comes Soma's unneeded elaboration and over-exaggerated gestures and hand movements, "The beautiful city under water-"

Under Water? Soma's comparing Yure's mansion to a sea?

"It's like the heaven for disney animation!" Soma was explaining it all, beaming wide excited eyes at me and talking about it like it was ultimate paradise.

As much as I didn't want to, I really thought nothing was capable of making me - I actually laughed.

"Alright, Princess Ariel," Ebere hooked an arm under Somas', deciding to join in the taller girl's madness.

"Let's royally grace into our mermaid castle home, Shall we?" Ebube hooked Soma's other arm as she completed word for Ebere, and I wasn't quite sure if she was just making reference to The Little Mermaid or just indirectly claiming possession of Yure's house already.

"Sisters, you're not okay!" Chika laughed at the girls, and we all ended up laughing together, as we walked into the building.

It suddenly didn't feel so bad for me after having a few laughs with the girls, and listening to Soma tell us about her favourite animation sea homes, giving the most reference to a 'pineapple under the sea'.

However, that relief was short lived.

"Mad cruise!" Ebere quipped as soon as we stepped feet into the living room - the main party zone. I heard Ebube saying something to second her twin's sharp remark.

And oh, shit.

I felt it.

The moment I stepped a foot into the crowd of my classmates, already showcasing their madness, I felt it.

That nervousness. That fear of judgement. That deep discomfort within me, that caused me to literally shake in my shoes around my classmates. The one that made me feel everyone was looking at me, talking about me, conspiring against me. The one that reminded me of how vain everyone here was, how twisted the system was, and how much I didn't fit in.

Reminded me that I was merely like a charity case amongst my friends. That I was just the girl accepted under the wings of Chika and her clique, out of sheer pity. The weird one whose life would have been utter misery if Chika hadn't picked her up from the dust, and kept her so protected for so long.

That's who I am.

That's who I am.

That's who I am.

That's who I am.

That's all I am.

"Wow, see Ziba oo. This girl is mad, I swear," Ebube's comment drew me to the realisation that this party was already started at it's possible best.

And boy, it was a full house. This party had started, and in full force. All the commotion in the building caused me more and more discomfort every passing second. My spirit adamantly refused to be at ease here. Not with a whole pack of my classmates - especially the sect I preferred to avoid as much as possible - all in the same room with me.

I felt like I was about to pass out.

The girls already seemed to be delighted, being here.

Just through a little space created by a bunch of excited set boys that hovered around a particular spot in the room that seemed to be getting the most attention, I saw a classmate, Ziba, in the midst of fascinated boys who were edging on and taking pictures, while she engaged herself in an epic twerk off with a bunch of other girls, who I recognised to be from Maranatha.

I looked away when some boys joined the girls in an intense grinding and sexual dancing session, grooving to Major Lazer, effectively turning the whole place into a commotion of destructive noise and I wanted to run away from the building.

"Isn't this crazy?" Soma screamed above the music.

I don't want to be here.

"Ewoo, what is Kafe doing there?" Ebere dragged all our attention to the sets' acclaimed 'Miss Skinny' at a corner of the party, shooting out her back and forcing out her non-existent ass to look bigger for the selfie she was taking, and if I wasn't so distressed, I would have laughed the way the sisters were doing.

The sisters launched into meet and greet mode as soon as Ziba and the other girls dancing had mixed in with the rest of the party to socialise.. And you see this phase? That was exactly the part I dreaded the most about being friends with people like Chika, Soma, and the twins. Everyone wanted to talk to them, and even if no one particularly gave a shit about me, I had no option than to tag along like a basic mumu.

The sisters had noticed I was being distant, and when they tried to pull me into their socialising spree, I pleaded with them with my eyes, begging them to let me be.

They respected my choice, and I was eternally grateful for that.

I hated to even watch my classmates get like this, it was unnerving. Girls kept showing off expensive nails, flipping expensive hairs, talking at high pitches like it was such an excitement to see other classmates, giggling with the boys who were shamelessly flirting and showing off their own things.

Imagine it, most of these girls who were laughing like this and smiling with all their teeth were the same girls who would easily switch and go bitch mode in school, if in their terms, a 'nobody' had the audacity to even speak to them.

Witches. Talk about showing true colours.

And most of the boys too? What was even their business hitting on a girl who wasn't pretty and popular - or in their sick terms; Worthy.

I hated it here. I was living school and it's twisted system before it even resumed.. and I wanted to throw up.

I tuned out the sisters' voices as they talked with a few people by the chocolate fountains, and my idle self looked around, to the other mean girls at the staircase, surrounding an uninterested Ivandor Fejaun.

I looked away sharply, desperately avoiding accidental eye contact, and in an unplanned reflex triggered by my attempt to not look directly at Tekena and her stuck-up clique around our sets' hunk, my eyes landed on the large sofa dominated by the 'bad boys' of our set, who were busy drinking and making merry.

My breath actually hitched.

Those boys scared the living shit out of me.

Just seeing them was enough to spiral my heart beat out of control. Those boys on that very sofa were infamous in this set for causing havoc, rebelling against school rules, and making sure that anyone who messed with their brotherhood, paid dearly for it. You could call them bullies or terrorists, which ever would do, but they were bad, bad news.

I should have looked away from those boys.

I should have looked away from those boys.

The last thing I wanted was to get their attention on me. I legit witnessed last year, how their leader had stripped a junior boy naked in our class block and made the embarrassed boy walk into all the classes, naked. I found out later that all that punishment was just because the poor kid was apparently 'staring too much' at him and his boys.

That was all the junior did. And he stripped the poor kid naked.

Of course, he got an expulsion letter, the school was outraged. But then, I was confused when I saw him coming back again for third time, and no one was talking about it - not even the school.

Needless to say, Kaniru George -the head terrorist amongst those boys - was still with us.

Fortunately, he wasn't present there, but that did not change a thing. His boys were equally beasts on their own.

And I should have looked away from those boys.

I should have looked away from those boys.

I should have looked away from those boys.

Hell laughed at my face the moment one of them turned his head, and like the devil was adamant on punishing me tonight, his eyes landed right on me. Directly on me.

I froze on the spot.

Marcus fucking Acha.

He caught me staring at them... and I wanted to faint.

I started to panic within me, hands shook violently, I was absolutely scattered, dreading the worst that was yet to happen.

I was dreading Acha's next move, and my body was threatening yet another dangerous mental breakdown, as the dark handsome boy who was leaning back on the sofa, stared plainly at me, raising a firm brow, and torturing me to decipher exactly the meaning behind the look he was giving me.

It was struggling between the very visible impassiveness, and a slight, very slight confusion that I detected, and I was about to lose it, wondering what was on his mind. Wondering what he was going to do.

Nothing.

He didn't do anything.

Marcus Acha did absolute nothing.

After staring at me for about three seconds straight, he just blinked, looked away, and faced his guys like I wasn't even his business at all.

I was torn between relief and confusion.

My heart was still beating and I didn't even understand why.

"Dabi, are you okay?" Chika exclaimed immediately, and I noticed the classmates they were in an never ending discussion with, were all gone.

"Yes." I stiffly answered, nearly choked on my own lie, and hoped they didn't detect it.

I wasn't sure they bought it, but their total attention on me thereon, was enough to calm me down a bit.

However, that again was short lived.

My heart started to speed up again, my body refused to co-operate with me, and I felt myself tipping over more, at the edge of insanity when even more classmates actually started to come to us.

Oh, no. No.

I stared at them all, my face dead, but my body and senses going absolutely haywire, as they approached us. Well, approached Chika, Soma, and the twins, particularly.

Out of all the boys that were fond of Chika, and all the girls who had nothing to offer but hugs, kisses, and giggles, and the excess compliments they showered on the twins, as well as all the ones that squealed and jumped with Soma, giving her back the excess energy she was giving off.... Yes, out of all of them, not even a single soul spoke to me.

Not even one. None even glanced my direction.

And I just stood there, hoping and praying none of the sisters would drag me into their socialising spree - as they were capable of doing- and only wished I could block out the fake laughs and annoying voices of compliments from my head.

It wasn't working.

"Oh, my God, you look so pretty, Chika!"

"Soma, I ABSOLUTELY love your hair!"

"You HAVE to tell me where you got those earrings, Ebube!"

"Ahhh, just look at you girls tryna give us boys a heart attack!"

"Ebere hanie, those nails are di-VINE! Totally out of this universe! They are EVERYTHING, gurl!"

Compliments. Compliments. And more compliments filled the air. Different scents of excess, expensive perfume and colognes, worn by different classmates, all mixed up in the short seconds of their moments of exchanging pleasantries with the sisters, and I choked, fought the urge to cough.

"Oh, I take credit for the girls' looks," Soma was telling some girls in her playful pride, and they laughed so heartily that it almost scared me. Made me wonder if I missed out on something Soma said that was funny?

"I just sprinkled my magic fairy dust on them like a pro, so they're all glitter and sunshine now," Soma was saying and with the way the laughter from the girls rose dramatically almost made me visibly scowl in confusion.

Maybe Soma was clueless because she was laughing with them, but Chika looked turned off automatically by the scene and she visibly did not hide that sharp, sudden scowl that communicated confusion and a 'what is doing these ones?' expression on her face.

More expensive smart phones flashed in the air, even more expensive jewellry clanged as the girls jumped, fake smiles, faker energy, intoxicated the air. More girls kept coming. Giggles. Giggles. Perfumes. Compliments. Compliments. More and more and more of them.

And I was totally invisible to them all.

In fact, I was a fucking ghost in their midst. If they could walk through me, they probably would. None of them even glanced accidentally at me.

And I really didn't expect them to. I should have gotten used to this.

However, it came to me as a shock.

When Winnie noticed me.

Winnie - a classmate. One who had walked in here with her look, screaming sass and lots of money, and a flock of minions behind her.

She was one of the girls who had complimented Ebube's earrings, insinuated Ebere and she should be twinnies because of their matching nails, mellowed down a little to acknowledge Chika when she realised she wasn't buying her fake shit, and laughed at a joke that Soma told, that wasn't even funny.

Yes, she glanced my direction. The Winnie girl. And didn't look away for three seconds straight.

I felt naked under the plain, impassive look of the sharp cat eyes, on that painfully pretty face. I was almost sweating blood, as millions of questions swarmed in my head, wondering what on earth, and why on earth she was just... looking at me.

It happened in a split second and I think the girls had completely missed out on it.

Winnie scoffed, a disgusted quick scoff. Looked away from me like I was dirt, and I felt like dyeing.

"Throw up."

I had half a mind to obey the voice.

My stomach burned more and more, threatening to spill it's content as the order kept replaying in my head, singing a distorted song for me with those two words, and I forced my body to disobey.

It was actually working, until I heard Winnie's voice, coming at me, "Wannabe bitch."

I prayed the lord my soul to keep - Winnie absolutely murdered me with those two words.

It kept replaying the words, nearly singing it in my head like it was a fucked up distorted song.

The nausea hit aggressively, all of a sudden, and without mercy.

"BITCH!" Ebere screamed at Winnie, shoved her roughly, and succedded in gathering attention of half the people at the party.

"Who the fuck do you think you are talking to her like that?!?!" Chika literally got all up in a now terrified Winnie's face, bristling with rage.

Shouts of "Hei!" and "na fight?" filled the air, and the noise soon overshadowed the music as classmates seemed to have their interests suddenly piqued, anticipating a brawl now, and the food in my stomach, rose up to my throat.

I didn't even give them the chance to start their cat fight.

I threw up.

I threw up all my dinner.

Never have I ever thrown up in public😂😂No, seriously, I've never ooo. 

What do you think of this chapter? I'm actually sick so I don't know if I wrote this chap well or not, please let my insecure ass know😥

Oh and someone said they didn't remember Sean from TLT and that shocked me, lol. So, I'm going to post a few screenshots from TLT where Sean was mentioned😌❤️

PS; This may become a thing, lol. Showing you screenshots from TLT that are connected to TMBT for specific characters, or for scenes, or whatever, soooooo after Sean, if there is any other character you want me to highlight their appearance in TLT for you to see, let me know ehhhh!

Soo, let's see what Sean was up to to TLT😌🔥

Chapter 8 of TLT, Yure's POV, when he stepped into the class after hearing what Giwa did to those Ss1 girls.

Uhh.... You still didn't see Sean?😂❤️

Just an extra teaser of Acha and Dabi😌🔥

Okay and then....

Chapter 24 of  TLT, the guys that were on Giwa's seat when she walked into the classs....

Mad ooo, how could I have missed that!??😳

Is that what you're thinking?😂😂 Oh there's more😂😂😂❤️

Chapter 13 of TLT when Ms. Owunam was walking round the class and slammed Hassana's desk.

Do like this🙋 If you see Sean ooo😂❤️

Thennnn.... Chapter  35, at the Christmas party

So, apparently  (above) Sean had an 'undetailed' fight with Aaron (one that will be detailed in TMBT when the time comes)

Oh and PS, the Christmas party was in Marcus Acha's house, Giwandor kissed in the pool side of Acha's house..... Who knew? Be honest.

Chapter 71 of TLT during Ss2 Campaign in Giwa's class

Ummmmm...... I'll stop here😌

I almost dropped a spoiler, lol.

So, they're other scenes where Sean was tbere, but its good you may have missed them cause if you didnt, you could pick up some TMBT spoilers, so we'll let it be😌❤️

Next update is on Tuesday or Wednesday ❤️