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~DABI~

Figures.

This. Is. Why. Dabeluchi. Orji. Will. Never. Have. A. Life.

Point, period.

"Lulu, do you feel better???"

Well, Soma...

I had just sufferred a horrific mental breakdown. Had to deal with Winnie's voice and 1000 words of ridicule, shame, and the humiliation that I was, replaying in my head, haunting me, torturing me, and making me lose my mind and grip the twists on my hair, pull it, drag it, in utter frustration at myself.

I don't know if I'm okay, Soma.

But thank God for you guys..

Thank God for the sisters...

Chika, Soma, and the twins had spent the next thirty minutes after my 'drama', surrounding me in one of the bathrooms of this humongous house, while my pathetic self was having the most shitty throw up session yet, breaking and destroying both my system and sanity in the four walls of this nauseatingly exotic bathroom.

"Dabs, you okay?"

I was still intent on taking in air, and every one of it I forced into my system smelt of my own vomit, triggering my gag reflex even more.

"Shit, should we take her home?"

I'm pathetic.

I couldn't even last a minute in the party, and I embarrassed myself and my friends by throwing up on the floor of the living room. And now, barely thirty minutes after, I'd even put further stress and dissappointment on my friends by having them drive me home, after all that they had planned for the night?

Ofcourse, I had to be the buzz kill.

I just wonder how long it would take for this girls to get tired and finally give up on me.

"Dabs, why didn't you tell us you weren't feeling too good?" Chika asked, face, laced with worry and concern.

I wasn't sick at all, Chika. I wasn't.

Gratefully, I didn't have a chance to reply and give a reasonable answer to her, when a soft knock was heard at the door of the bathroom.

Chika sighed. "I'll get it," she looked to the door and back to the sisters, "It's probably him."

She sounded like they all knew who she was talking about that was at the door.

"I'll go with you!" Ebere decided, all of a sudden.

"Me too!" Ebube followed up.

That was how Chika and the twins went for the door and stayed outside, leaving Soma with me in the bathroom.

I delivered avoided looking at Soma. No matter how nice the girls were being to me, I still felt as through I was slowly cutting thin lines with them, triggering their frustration slowly, and getting myself closer and closer and closer to the final straw.

What if I was...?

What if I was slowly stretching my limits with them..?

What if they were getting tired of me..?

What if...

What if ..

What if they were already tired of me..?

What if they'd soon leave my pathetic ass..?

You, pathetic, pathetic, girl, Dabeluchi!

Stupid, pathetic girl!

"Lulu.."

I froze at Soma's soft voice, calling me.

"Yeah..?" I answered quietly, hugged myself even more, still looking away from her, and further even turning away slowly, so my back could face her... But not too much. I was ashamed to look myself in the mirror in front of me.

I couldn't.

I gasped when soft hands wrapped around me from behind and Soma's head dropped down from her towering height to rest on my shoulder.

"It's okay," she whispered to me and I fought the urge to cry as my heart absolutely melted in such a kind, warming gesture that reminded me that I was loved unconditionally by the sisters.

I always forgot that fact.

"You know..?" Soma released the hug as a turned me around, hands holding my arms, and I blinked, looking back into eyes that were filled with love and hope.

"If I had a magic wand.." She laughed softly as she started, and I laughed too, softly, at her opening statement.

"... I'd make SpongeBob appear in front of us," She continued, blinked hopefully at me.

I laughed again, softly. "Why SpongeBob though?"

"Because SpongeBob is always happy, and happiness rubs off on people," Soma answered delightfully.

That actually made me smile and I didn't even know why.

"But since I ain't no Cosmo or Wanda to grant that wish..." She said, tilted her head softly and blushed at me, eyes full of happiness at it's peak, "Can I be your SpongeBob?"

I laughed now, like a full laughter and my heart was a mess of warm emotions as Soma laughed with me, pulled me into a warmer hug that took away all the trauma from tonight.

I actually felt better.

".. And how is she now?"

Soma heard it too - the voice of the guy who just spoke from outside. In that moment of silence between me and Soma, we heard the foreign voice outside.

It probably was the guy Chika and the twins went to talk to outside.. and had they been talking about me?

"Not sure.. but she'll be fine," That was Ebube's voice.

"And once again, we're so sorry for the mess in the living room." That was Chika's voice.

I heard the boy laugh softly, "Nah, it's cool."

Who were they talking to?

"As far as my parents never find out, I'm good to go. They'd never let me host a party in the house. I only did this 'cause they're away."

Yure.

They're talking to Yure Adediji.

And God, I nearly slapped my forehead!

As it had been shouted up and down, he was the one whose house we were having this party in.

How convenient. Yure had never spoken to me before in school EVER! And the first time he ever has a reason to be on my case, it's all because I threw up in his living room.

Just wonderful, Dabeluchi.

The doorknob shook to open, and I nearly scaled the fence.

Which fence? Exactly. There was none around. That was why when I jumped into mid air, Soma was quick to catch me in her arms immediately.

Yure didn't walk into the bathroom. It was just the twins.

"Yure says we shouldn't worry.." Ebere started by telling us.

"Yeah.. he says the cleaners would handle the mess in the living room." Ebube completed for her twin.

I felt a tad bit uncomfortable, hearing that.

Those poor workers would have to clean up my own mess?

"Chika is still talking with him. He wants to know if you would want them calling his personal doctors to prescribe -"

"I'm not sick, don't worry." I cut Ebere off.

"Are you sure? You've really been throwing up, won't it be safe to check if your health is stable?" Ebube asked in a time that made me know she was worried.

"There's nothing worse than playing with your health, Dabi. If you don't feel good, let us know." Ebere said, and I could tell that she, infact, both twins were indeed worried sick about my health.

The two always took everything related to one's physical and body health severely serious... I never really understood why.

"Maybe, we should just take her home, sisters?" Soma suggested.

Buzzkill, that's what I am.

"No," I shook my head. "We had so much planned for the night. Even all our pledges..?"

As much as I dreaded my dare task, it was almost a forbidden taboo to not fulfil our tasks.

And besides... These girls looked forward to having me here, and here I am, throwing up and embarrassing myself and them, then leaving shortly afterwards?

It didn't feel like the decent thing to do.

"But Lulu, the ultimate goal was to make you happy tonight, if you aren't comfortable, then we're failing." Soma said.

No, Sisters. You've never failed in making me happy. Never.

"I'll stay." I insisted, "Maybe I just need a little time away from everyone so I can sink in what happened back there..."

I'd stay. I had promised I'd stay, so I would. They were okay with me not sleeping over, the least I could do was to endure the next two to three hours of the night.

What crazy thing could possibly happen to me in that short span of two to three hours anyway?

I'd just get the night over with.

We heard the doorknob shake again and I guessed Chika was about to come into the bathroom when we suddenly heard-

"CHIKA CHIOMA! SEE DRIP, NAW!"

We nearly jumped at the sudden loud voice of a male, coming from outside. And it probably stopped Chika from further movement, because the shaking on the knob paused, and Chika wasn't coming inside the bathroom yet.

"Omo, she fire!"

"Burn us oo! We are your shedrach, Mishach, and Abadnego!!!"

Wait a second.

"Guy, I am burning! I'm reduced to ashes!!"

"Chika has rendered us as chaff. DUST!!"

"We are not worthy to be in her presence, BLOW US INTO THE AIR!"

Those voices.

Those boys.

I know those boys.

I know those boys.

I heard Chika laugh at their antics, and I imagined her holding her stomach for leverage.

Then she called both the names of the boys who I was certain were responsible for such noise. "Aaron. Casper."

Yes, them.

"I don't have your time, abeg." I heard her telling both boys, but I doubt they got the point. From the inside of the bathroom, I still could hear their witty chants and unnecessary noise even after Chika had clearly told them she 'wasn't in their mood'.

Figures. It was 'Aaron and Casper'. The names alone, were too revolving, too much in the lips of classmates and students of Castron High.

Infact, as a new student, you'd probably even hear the names, before you see the people it belonged to. You know those names you'd have heard a thousand times, constantly, every day and every second, to the extent that it sticks to your head and it feels like it should always belong together.

Yeah, that's 'Aaron and Casper'. And they so happen to be the two best friends in our set who everyone in the entire school had long concluded were missing a screw or two in the head.

So, I wasn't surprised at all when they didn't take a hint at all.

"Chika, come, come, lemme tell you something," one of them was jittering there outside, "After YOU na YOU!"

Oh, Lord, help her.

"I tell you, man!" The other one bellowed, "Any other Chika is a what???!"

She really needs help, Lord.

"A COUNTERFEIT!!!" Both voices screamed at the same time and I closed my eyes shut to absorb and endure the sharpness of their loud, piercing voices.

I was sure Chika got deaf.

And yes, those boys were absolutely crazy - possibly the craziest, noisiest humans I knew and somehow, their incredible social nature and loud, jovial persona easily made them both to become one of the most liked people in the entire set, and also, one of the most popular in the whole school.

And as an interesting matter of fact.. they didn't really know I existed.

And even more hilarious fact; So, yeah, I have been in the same classroom with them, two years in a row.

I know, you're shocked.

Well, I couldn't fault Aaron and Casper for not noticing me. Or if I'm being honest, I couldn't blame them for not noticing a lot of people.
You know? When people get so much love and attention from so many people, they can't possibly give all that back to every single individual - especially if it's an individual like Dabeluchi Orji.

"Look, guys. My friend is in the middle of a crisis and she needs my help," Chika was being straight with the boys.

"Dabi, you mean?" Either Aaron or Casper asked.

My eyes bulged out if it's sockets.

They know my name?!

"Yeah, we saw what happened," I heard the other say.

Shit.

Shit.

That's when Ebere spoke up amongst us;

"Sisters, let's get out of her, it's suffocating."

Clever way of telling me my vomit smells like shit, Eb.

I wanted to protest, I really did. I didn't want Aaron and Casper, or even any of my classmates to see me right now, so soon, just minutes after throwing up on the living room floor.

I wasn't ready to face anyone just yet. So soon.

I really wanted to protest, but while that debate concerning the matter, was going on in my head, I didn't even know when I saw myself, standing outside the bathroom with the sisters.

Worse,

There were the famous boys, Aaron and Casper, standing there, right infront of me.

I swallowed.

Swore to myself to refrain from any form of eye contact, be it accidentally or deliberately.

However, these boys had one heck of a solid presence. One that couldn't be overlooked. So believe me when I tell you that their towering presence and the natural, weighty, tremendous aura they exuded was extremely hard to ignore.

Aaron Godson, for one, was tall. Very tall. Freakishly tall. He was actually ranked the second tallest guy in the entire set, a runner up to Yure Adediji who was rumoredly around 6'7.

Ofcourse, his height wasn't the only thing that he was graced with. To me, Aaron was as handsome as a prince, or an actor, or a model? Brown skin, big dreamy eyes, and kissable lips. Although, his playfulness may not have made his good looks the first thing you'd notice about the guy, but one thing I strongly believed was that every girl in our set has or atleast has had a low-key crush on Aaron that they would never admit.

Yes, every girl in our set, including me.

Casper, his best friend, had the most contagious smile I had ever seen. He was a clear inch shorter than Aaron, but had way lighter skin and natural curly sandy blonde hair that was to die for. Like his pal, he had a face that was pleasing to look at and with that smile on his face, he was easy to like.

According to observation, Casper was a tad bit more liked than Aaron in our set.

Infact, I knew some people who downright hated Aaron and sometimes, spoke ill of him.

In their defence.... Aaron Godson did have a strange, almost rude attitude, all about him that even I didn't get sometimes...

But that's an explanation for later.

Right now, I only prayed that these two boys would just act like I was invisible... like the rest of my classmates were doing earlier.

Please, Aaron and Casper, do me a favor and act like you do not know I am existing right now.

"Good, y'all are here," Chika acknowledged on seeing us, and I knew this was the part where the boys turn to us?

Soma gave a toothy grin in reply and as expected, the boys'attentions turned to us, but I was quick to look away, silently praying within me that I'd go unnoticed - as usual.

Hopefully, they were only focused on the sisters.

Keep it that way, please.

"Aaron and Casper are willing to help us get a private room to stay for Dabi's sake." Chika told us.

Wait... Really?

For my sake?

With the way Aaron and Casper seemed a lot calmer and serious now, I figured they were actually putting off their gaga, to effectively help us.... Help me..?

On side note, I never knew these boys could be serious about anything - especially something that had to do with a person who they had never spoken to before.

"Do we go now?" Casper was the one who asked.

I wasn't sure who he was talking to specifically, it seemed like a general question.

However, that was when Aaron actually looked at me.

As in, his eyes landed directly on me, unwavering, straight, no compromise.

I nearly choked on my own nervousness, and Aaron wasn't saying a word.

I HAD to look away from him immediately!

Now, through the corner of my eyes, I could see both boys now - the tall, dark skinned pretty boy and the very slightly, shorter, lighter skinned adorable angel - Aaron and Casper, staring at me and I wished I could stick claws in their eyes.

Their gazes refused to leave and it felt too heavy, too much for me. I desperately, urgently avoided meeting their eyes with mine.

"Yes. Let's go." The twins agreed first, and all the sisters were quick on the move, walking with the two boys.

I didn't go with them.

I didn't want to. My feet stayed glued to the ground, transfixed in my spot as I watched behind them, face dead, yet, my head, a mess of jumbled up negative thoughts, all surrounding those boys.

I didn't feel comfortable being with anyone else from school who wasn't Chika, Soma, or the twins. It felt too strange. Too, too strange - And I didn't want to walk with Aaron and Casper for this reason.

They all stopped, barely three steps had been taken when they noticed I wasn't walking with them.

As they turned, I saw the outright confusion on Aaron and Casper's faces.

"Come with us," Casper extended a hand to me and I jumped away from it. Jumped away like it was a knife and not just an ordinary hand extended out to me.

My action downright confused him and I could see it on his face. He looked at his own hand for a second, wondering if something was wrong with it, before getting it down slowly, seeming unsure of what to do next.

Chika, without any explanation to Casper, was the one who tugged a hand under mine.

"I got you." Was all she said, and walked with me, behind the boys, and I was so grateful.

Well, as we didn't expect it, all the guest rooms were booked. Or at least, none of them were 'private' as we so hoped.

Our final decision was to just pick up a random room, especially since Soma kept crying that her arms were killing her. Unfortunately, she had to be the one holding the bag where all the general items, belonging to the sisters, for the sleepover part of the party, was contained in.

The girls had planned to sleep over tonight and then leave the night of the next day. At least, it sounded 'pardonable' to tell them I had to leave tonight and not stay for the sleepover. They were okay with that, and within me, I couldn't imagine having to leave my mum at home for an entire night.

Oh, Lord, Mum. I made up my mind to find time to reach out to her.

Guest room 41 at the top floor - that was a random pick by Aaron and Casper, and when we got to it, it was already locked from the inside.

Aaron knocked for us.

"Who's that, abeg!" A rude female's voice shouted from the inside and I instantly had a horrible feeling about staying in this room.

However, I didn't talk about it.

"It's us oo!" Casper shouted for them to hear.

Like they'd know who 'us' is.

I wanted to just 'fuck this' and tell them to just leave the room and focus on getting one that was going to let us in without stress. I didn't have the confidence to say it, however, and these boys weren't even thinking in the direction of getting another room.

"Yooooo, ladies! Your new roommates are here!" Aaron was yelling into the shut door, banging on it.

"C'mon, sweets, is that how to treat your new roomies??? We'll soon be living together for the next one day!" Casper followed up, banging too, and I felt that door would break down before those girls decided to even open.

"Yeah, man. And we can be scary dangerous too oo. We can cause you havoc if you get on on our bad sides oo. We'll like ...." He looked at Casper for a 'threat inspiration' and Casper was quick to complete for him, "We'll like steal your bra or something like that!"

Both boys laughed at their own meaningless threat and slapped each other's hands in a high five.

"Oh yes!" Aaron took over. "And then we'll use it as a slingshot or sell it off to the black market!"

Chika slapped her forehead. "Oh my God, we're staying outside today!"

"Oh, hell no. They're going to open," Aaron sounded too sure of it. Too sure, popped up an imaginary collar on his shirt.

"Oh, just you wait and see how they succumb to our irresistibility," Casper smiled sheepishly, that contagious smile of his, wriggling his eyebrows at us.

"What 'irresistibility'?" Ebere sassed the boys immediately and everyone broke into laughter.

I would have laughed too but I was too agitated at the moment. And I honestly wondered if these boys joked right about.... everything?

But then, recalling how serious they were few minutes ago when they wanted to help us... maybe they do know when to joke and when not to.

And I wasn't even sure they heard it, but a debate broke out inside the room and I heard every word from the girls inside.

"Should we open?"

"This room is for females, na."

"But the people outside sound like Aaron and Casper."

"So? Aaron and Casper, are they girls?"

"Just open abeg, It's somehow. It's Aaron and Casper."

"Open, abeg. It's Aaron and Casper."

"Just open, it's Aaron and Casper."

"Open for Aaron and Casper abeg."

I fought the urge to groan.

These girls.

So, they can share rooms with you, just because they are 'Aaron and Casper'?

How rich.

It didn't even take less than two seconds after, the door came opening immediately, to reveal one of the girls, smiling broadly and in an exxagerated welcoming stance.

My heart dropped the moment my brain decoded the face of the girl.

Winnie.

Winnie.

Winnie

Yes, Winnie - the same girl that had tongue lashed me into a mental breakdown earlier.

That bright smile that appeared on her face on seeing Aaron and Casper, slowly faded immediately she noticed us, with them.

She stared at us, a blank expression on her face, as she said not a single word.

"Shift. We want to enter." Ebere was blunt with her.

Both twins literally scanned her up and down and made their disgust super clear and evident on their faces as they looked at Winnie.

Chika said absolutely nothing, stared back at Winnie with a face that was even more impassive than the latter, and I prayed within me that nothing escalated.

They were challenging Winnie to try them.

And just when I thought things would go out of hands...

Winnie moved away from the door.

I gave a sigh of relief, thanking God I didn't have to witness the sisters' snatching off someone's weaves off this night.

We walked into a room of girls, giggling and chattering all over one of the vanity mirrors, applying more make up, fixing up their edges, and doing some extra touch ups to their clothes.

I don't even know which one particularly alarmed me more;

The fact that the girls were welcoming the sisters, as well as Aaron and Casper with so much joy and happiness that was easy to see through as 'fake',

Or,

The fact that this room was stupidly too spacious, too exotic, and too pretty to belong in a person's home.

It looked like a million dollar hotel room in here.

With the gold tiles on the floor, lighted vanity mirrors that were spread around, hung on the clean white walls of the excessively gigantic spaced bedroom. Perfect bright lighting that reflected on both the tiles and the white coloured walls, giving off a golden, heavenly effect in the whole room. And then the enormous, king-sized beds - about four of them- that were spread out across the room, even leaving enough space for the various bean bag couches around.

"We can keep our stuff here," Chika said as we got to a free bed space where the excess, excess bags of the other girls in the room weren't there.

"Sure, sure, it's free, Chi Bear!" One of the girls had told Chika with a chirpy tone and I wondered who asked her.

Chi Bear? Ew.

Beautifully, none of the sisters answered her.

"Hi Aaron, Hi Casper!" Another set of girls were chirping and jumping.

"Yoooo! Ladiessssss!!!" The boys were instantly at their beck and call.

"Abi, you people were doing as if you dinur see us, naw," The girls were mock accusing them and I fought the urge to role my eyes.

"Ah, we didn't see oo!" Aaron raised his hands in an exxagerated gesture of surrender.

"If we saw, let thunder scatter us!" Casper swore himself.

Well, Aaron and Casper quickly gave them the attention the girls were so craving from them, and I wondered if it wasn't clear to them that those girls were so fake and wouldn't have even spared a glance at them, come to talk of 'speaking' to them if they weren't 'Aaron and Casper'.

As a matter of fact, none of these girls had spoken to me. Yet, they had acted like they were so excited to see Chika, Soma and the twins.

I just hate this school.

The room even got more heated up with higher pitched screams of excitement and welcome when a group of Maranatha girls walked in, minutes after Aaron and Casper had left the room.

I instantly recognised the girls that walked in. My mind moved back to the last party Casper had where a girl from Maranatha got dragged and kicked out of the premises.

"Giwa Falade absolutely showed that bitch who was boss." Ebube said out loud, not giving a shit if anyone heard her or not.

Giwa Falade.

That girl was - in this set - equivalent to a ruthless Queen, or a cruel dictator.

And that party last year was like the battle of the Queens, a war zone between Giwa Falade herself, and the infamous Queen bitch of Maranatha High.

"Katherine Bello!"

That was her name. KT, as she was popularly known as. And that girl, alongside the group of stuck up brats that followed her everywhere like little minions, ruled Maranatha High.

I watched as KT and her friends moved with sass and class, showing off the expensive-as-shit items on their body, and I realised that they were no different from my class girls around who were apparently also kissing up to them.

Why did we even choose this room again?

As Soma tried the locks on our bag to make sure it was effectively secured before we had to leave the room, something new happened.

It started when Miranda Archibong stepped into the room.

I noticed. A weird, sudden silence filled the entire room.

And no, it wasn't the kind of silence that was caused for something that was speechlessly impressive... It was more of the kind of silence caused when a hot level of akwardness had been released into the atmosphere.

I was used to that kind of silence directed to me. Usually times when I stepped into a place filled with vain classmates, without the sisters. That silence was rude, judgemental, intimidating, degrading, and sucked out the comfort and ease ouy of you.

It was like a disgusted 'who is this one?' type of silence - one that could destroy you even more, before they had the chance to do it with their own tongues.

I noticed it on Miranda's entrance.

And Miranda DEFINATELY noticed it too.

I felt bad for her.

Miranda, who walked in here like a bubble of sunshine, mellowed almost immediately at the unfriendly atmosphere. She paused, halted on her tracks, laughed an embarrassed laughter as she rubbed on the back of her neck.

I felt sooo bad for her.

"Umm.. Hi.." She stuttered, and I decided she had sense when she directed her greeting towards us.

Soma easily smiled back at her. Chika saluted smoothly, before resuming to the lock on the bag with Soma, and if the twins responded or batted an eyelid at Miranda, I didn't notice.

Maybe the fact that Chika and the other sisters replied her filled her up with more confidence, because she outrightly 'fell my hand' with her next action.

Miranda turned to the other side of the room where my mean class girls, as well as the bratty KT and her clique were, and her lips curved into a little smile, hands, slowly moved up to wave.

Wrong move, Archibong.

But it was too late.

"H-- Hi.." she stuttered, waving subtly at them.

I closed my eyes and prayed the lord her soul to keep. I couldn't watch it.

They completely ignored her.

The girl, disappointed, shamefully brought down her hand and a look of hurt flashed across her eyes for a second. She tried not to show it anyway. Smiling that smile that was full of embarrassment and only made her look grossly stupid, she quietly walked to an isolated bed section where a big bag was on, and started to fondle with it.

That was so annoying.

So fucking annoying.

Look how these girls jumped, smiled, acted like they were the most excited people in the world when Aaron and Casper were here.

Look how they complimented Chika and the sisters non-stop.

Look how they couldn't stop gushing about KT and her clique.

But when a person like Miranda Archibong stepped into the room, they switched into 'bitch mode' and acted like she was absolutely nothing.

Talk about showing true colours.

A rage was building up within me for these girls, watching how they treated her and I imagined myself charging towards them and sticking that eyeliner pen they were applying into their eyes.

Instead of taking action, I watched in horrific awe what happened next.

Funmi, one of the girls there - Winnie's best friend and the second in command after her, stood up amongst the girls, giggling and laughing about something with them and I was confused as to what was happening.

Winnie herself looked like she was ochestrating a plan with them and Funmi laughed, showing off her expensive iPhone all in the pretence of laughing and covering her mouth.

What were they up to?

I didn't know. So, I watched.

"Watch this, girls." Funmi said to them, twitching a devious sly smile, and the next thing, I saw her leaving the group, making her way towards Miranda on the isolated bed.

I had a bad feeling about this.

"Hi." Funmi surprised me with the nice tone she spoke to Miranda in, smiling casually at her as she sat on the bed.

Miranda looked like a heart attack. Stared wide eyed in shock at Funmi - a whole Funmi - who was actually talking to her.

"You're-- You're talking to.. me...?" Miranda couldn't get over the shock of it.

Funmi laughed with the hand that held her iPhone on her chest. "Ofcourse, Mimi."

The holy Trinity! Did she just nickname Miranda Archibong 'Mimi'!?

"So, how far naw?" Funmi went on, nudging Miranda playfully in an attempt to ease her up.

Something was wrong.

Funmi picked up a stray glass of Tequila from the desk by the mirror and held it in her hands, stared at Miranda, and I could swear I saw a sly smile, curving at the base of her rose coloured lips.

Did she want to pour that drink on Miranda!?

She didn't.

She just... sipped on it.

Something was definitely wrong.

However, Miranda started to ease up, totally oblivious, smiled at Funmi's 'kindness' in appreciation, "Well, I'm fine, Tofunmi. What about you, you look amazing tonight btw!"

Funmi's smile was frozen for a split second and I could swear I saw her look Miranda up and down in disgust for the briefest seconds, before she chucked a brief chuckle.

"Yeah, I know." Funmi replied easily, shrugged and tapped her lightskinned flawless pretty face with those long, long pretty nails of hers.

"I always look amazing." She made it clear to Miranda, smiled curtly, sipped from her glass cup.

Way to say thank you.

She sure made the atmosphere suddenly uncomfortable for Miranda and it got even worse when neither of them was saying anything to each other.

"Alright, naw. Bye." Funmi shrugged, dropped the glass cup back on the desk, still sitting on the bed, impassive look, never leaving Miranda.

"Bye, Tofunmi!" Miranda smiled at the girl who wasn't even smiling back.

What a boring way to bid a person farewell, Funmi.

Funmi stood up and side hugged Miranda.

I saw it clearly. I saw what Funmi did!

When her hands grazed the back of Miranda's neck, she fundled Miranda's hair between her fingers for a second or two, looked the girl up and down, in absolute disgust - a nasty look that even Miranda had noticed - then, walked away.

I didn't understand the motive of what just happened until Funmi had gotten back to her friends and I her say to them;

"I told you her hair was fake. The broke bitch can't even afford real human hair, pathetic."

All the girls broke into a sick, sick, hysteric laughter, nearly falling to the ground, and my heart absolutely broke for Miranda.

So, that was why Funmi talked to her? To have a chance to feel the texture of her hair and confirm if it was real or fake human hair?

Miranda heard them. She heard what Funmi said and she heard the girls, laughing at her too. And I swear, she legit looked like she was on the verge of tears.

But she didn't actually cry... and that shook me.

She just looked away from the girls, a sad smile on her lips, then, she zipped up the bag and got ready to quietly leave the room in shame.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I paused at the new voice.

I didn't think anyone else saw what Funmi and those girls did to Miranda, asides me, so I was so shocked when I heard that voice of reprimandation, coming right from my side, came attacking the mean girls.

"I fucking asked you a question. What is that supposed to mean? Why did you do that to her?" The voice came again, even filled with more rage than before.

Wait... Was that... Was that... me?

No, it wasn't me.

I turned to my left to see Chika, rising from the bed, rage, exuding off her as she shot dark, intense daggers at Funmi and the demonic girls who made fun of Miranda.

The girls seemed confused, exchanged looks between themselves and whispered, probably trying to decide between themselves who exactly Chika was talking to.

"Damn it, I'm talking to you, Tofunmi Balewa!" Chika lost it, pointing furiously at Funmi with straight accusation, and the latter backed up in utter shock.

"Who the fuck do you think you are talking about her like that?" Chika reprimanded her, and the whispers erupted more into noise from the girls now.

Funmi looked like someone that had just been slapped across the face.

I muttered curses under my breath.

Well...

I saw trouble glaring before it even showed his true colours.

And, there and then, I knew it it...

..that this was truly going to be a night to never forget.

READ THE A/N PLEASE ❗❗

It is going to be a night to never forget. Y'all a lot is going down in Yure's party, and damn, I can't wait to show you wazzup😩🔥

Mehn, I had been dying to release this particular chapter, because of the scene with Funmi and Miranda. I hope you all understand how deep that scene is.

To begin with, I'm using TMBT to shake tables. I won't hide a thing about this hierarchy thing in secondary school, and I will open every topic we probably are afraid to talk about, I will portray every form of fake love, social preference, and useless immature invisible rules holding up this social hierarchy thing.

Now, reffering to Winnie/Funmi and the girls in that room...

Number one; It absolutely sickens me when people switch up attitudes whenever it seems a more privileged person has stepped into the building, and then they treat them like gold. But when anyone who they feel is below their level shows up, they are completely nasty to them. This is so normal and it is irritating.

Let's go over Funmi and the girls, for example, look how excited they were - or rather fake excited - when Aaron and Casper walked in, when Chika and the sisters walked in too... and then, just see how they treated Miranda.

I know we all can relate to this kind of thing, one way or the other in secondary school. (Feel free to comment your thoughts or experiences)

People are fond of living this kind of two faced lives and it is so sad that these 'privileged people' may sometimes even think that they have people who are truly happy to see them, when in reality, it's a big lie.

This thing Funmi did.... Someone had done something similar to someone I know and I SWORE it would go into my book. If that girl ever reads this book, I hope you get guilty conscience, just wait until the next chapter where Chika sets Funmi straight and shakes tables we may not be able to handle.

No one deserves to be treated the way Miranda was treated. I felt so bad for Miranda, writing this chapter. But then again.. I'll have you know, Miranda is not even a complete saint herself, she still has her own annoying demons, but still, no one deserves to be treated that way.

I have a lot of things to say, but our girl Chika will do the talking for me in the next chapter, so anticipate. Note, it's going to get rough, the next chapter may escalate things a little and open the door to the first dipshit one of our characters will be getting herself into... Sadly. But in an interesting note, it opens up a big part of the plot of this story and reveals a little secret about TLT that you guys never got to know about... If you're attentive, you could pick it up...🙂❤️

Also, if you're attentive, look at these words;

*Funmi's phone

*Yure

*TLT

When it clicks, let me know🙂❤️

See you on Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday 🙂❤️