My world and Sunshines!!!❤️❤️❤️

Mummy Tori is back oooooo!!!

Lol, this had to be my favorite chapter to write ao far (*peep the chapter name* Our Queen had a whole ass chapter in her name, Wahala for who dey no name chapter after oo)

Lmaoooo! I hope y'all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing!! P/S; THAT'S GIWA FALADE IN THE MEDIA BOX IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE OO👀

Enjoy......... 🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃

~DABI~

Giwa Falade was Queen Bee.

Hassana Alfa was her best friend.

Giwa Falade was a cruel dictator, a wicked ruler.

Hassana Alfa was her second in command, next in line, her assistant.

However, while Giwa Falade was fire and brimstone, with a little bit of acid and melted sulphur sprinkled in, Hassana Alfa was more of sunshine and rose petals, with a glow of the rainbow and a smile from heaven.

I'd prefer to call Giwa Falade a devil, and Hassana, an angel.

Giwa Falade was feared by the entire set. Completely dreaded. Her presence was toxic, it stilled the air, caused discomfort and provoked all sorts of negative feelings, of which fear, was the most prominent. Even the sound of her name, knotted hearts in terror, caused chills and goosebumps, and literally raised hell to alertness.

Hassana Alfa was rather immensely adored or pettily envied. She made you smile, laugh, and basically was an epitome of joy. However, at the same time, with her unreal beauty and glow, she also made you feel a tad bit insecure and less confident about yourself.

I had noticed something about Giwa Falade.

She was innocently uninterested in a lot of things, probably things she deemed irrelevant - Including, her classmates.

She really couldn't care less about anyone or anything, unless it was in any way, a priority to her. Granted, Giwa didn't even know a half and an extra quarter of her own classmates' names, even if we had been in the same class with her. I could be certain she was unaware of some of the faces as well. I could bet anyone that Giwa didn't even know some of the faces of her own classmates too.

At the beginning of SS2, I had witnessed Giwa asking one of her friends called Prissy, if Miranda Archibong was in our set.

I couldn't believe it. I dared myself to not wonder how many more classmates that Giwa was completely unaware of their existence.

I remember this one other time, clearly in Ss1, Giwa walked into the School assembly hall, late. The prefects were at the door, punishing late comers, but somehow, Giwa Falade had walked into the hall, untouched, unfazed.

She had walked, in that confident posture that screamed elegance, pride, and bitchiness - head, held high, spine straight, eyes and face, even straighter, nose in the air, and a no-nonsense aura exuding off her, like she would snap the neck of anyone who tried to stop her.

I never understood why even the worst of Seniors like Sarafina Kaye, sat there, and watched Giwa Falade walk in just like that, and they did absolutely nothing about it.

She had gotten to the area my classmates occupied, walked straight to the front seat and stood in front of an innocent, fear stricken classmate.

I knew Giwa wanted to take her seat.

"Stand." She had ordered the classmate, bored eyes creating holes in the skin of the terrified classmate.

The girl had blinked, shocked, nervous, frozen in terror for a second, "I'm sorry, what?"

Giwa had raised a perfectly intimidating, questioning brow at her. "Did I stutter?"

The shaking, terrified girl had left the seat for Giwa.

Charity Nwosu had to stand through out the whole of the assembly and Giwa - who robbed her off her seat - did not give a single, flying fuck about her.

In my opinion, I felt it was best to stay away from Giwa as much as you could. The girl was bad news, horrific news, and there was yet so much leverage, advantage, and fear, surrounding her that made it almost impossible for anyone to have the balls to go against her.

Now, how a girl like Hassana, got on the Evil Queen's good side was something no one could really understand.

But you know what I couldn't understand the most? Why Hassana Alfa was always so, so nice to me.

"OOU! OUUU! OUUUUUU!!!! OMG! IT'S THE IGBO SISTERS!" Hassana Alfa had literally jumped and squealed, pulling me and the twins in instantly to add up to Chika and Soma who she had found somehow, somewhere, in a clear, playfully, childish attempt to match-make and 'complete the equation'.

"You people are complete now, YAY! I'M SUPER DUPER EXCITED!!" She was squealing and jumping, and the sisters, who absolutely LOVED her were giving her back just as much energy as she was giving to us.

"I have to hug all of you! I missed you soooo muchhh!" Hassana was almost crying in excitement.

Even me..? She missed me too..?

I didn't have time to think or react when immediately after squeezing Chika, Soma, and the twins in a huge hug, Hassana wrapped her soft arms around me in a soft embrace.

There was something different with the way she hugged me.

She hugged me last. And unlike how she nearly squeezed the life and air our of the sisters, her hug for me was... more gentle.

I don't know if it was just me.

Hassana actually embraced me softly, in a way that made me feel warm and secure, and I swear, I could feel her beating heart.

I felt a connection to this girl that I didn't understand how.

I didn't have time to properly process it, and like Hassana herself, had the inward intuition that I was sensing something strange about her, she instantly let go off me. Immediately.

"Oh my God!! Oh my God!! You guys look sooooo good!" She was back to screaming and complimenting in seconds.

"Oh stop it, Alfa!" Ebere had blushed and cheesed.

" It was actually all Soma's handwork," Ebube said, and Soma blinked her lashes in an exaggerated pride, and flipped her hair, making everyone laugh.

"And besides, Hassana, you look amazing too, no joke." Chika had told her, and quickly the sisters were full on complimenting Hassana Alfa, and so much excitement was in the air.

And the sisters weren't bluffing with their compliments... Hassana was a goddess.

Her beauty was too unreal. I often looked at her and shook my head, saying to myself, "Humans shouldn't be this beautiful."

Her light skin glowed all the time. Her pretty, brown eyes that were always lit up in excitement, had a beautiful light to them that forced anyone to stop and stare at them for a moment. Her hair, her lashes, her rosy lips, her body, they all looked unreal... Like one of Soma's perfectly done drawings brought to life.

That was it. Hassana looked like the most proffessional artist had drawn her to perfection, drawn her perfect face, arched her perfect brows, shaped her perfect pink lips, took all the time to draw and create stars in her eyes, and took even more time to grace her with that beautiful curly pride of hair, and then when he was done, he breathed life into his artwork.

Humans shouldn't be that beautiful...

Hassana Alfa may not have been human for all I knew. I had long concluded that she was an angel.

And for the first time since this whole 'socializing' thing with my classmates, I actually didn't feel ... unprotected or afraid.

I mean, yes, I was nervous. I didn't know what to say to add into the thriving conversation with Hassana and the sisters, but for the first time ever, I felt completely at ease around a classmate.

What was it about this girl called Hassana Alfa..?

"I HAVE to take a picture with all of you!" She wouldn't stop squealing and in no time, she was pulling the entire sisters into a selfie.

Including me.... She wanted me in her selfie too..?

I was shocked the whole entire time, as the camera clicks and flashes from Hassana's phone were in all our faces.

"I'm posting these on my Whatssap status like NOW!!! Giwa will sooo mute me this night, I already know!" She was laughing and announcing to us, and the sisters were laughing their asses off as well.

"My dear, post oo. We've already made up our mind to blow up our status too, anyone who gats issue should mute us too!" Chika said, and everyone laughed again.

"I have to go now, TTYL, girls! I left Ivandor on that couch alone, I'm sure he's missing me." Hassana was telling us as she was about to leave.

I saw it before she left.... The way she looked at me.

It lasted a second, I swear, but I saw her eyes glint for a second - something that looked like pity and hope, all in one.

I didn't know who it was for. Me? She?..... Us?

Hassana left us, and I saw her calling out to Aaron and Casper, and in no time, pulling to herself a flock of my class boys who were just all over and all about her.

I didn't stop watching her, till she got to the sofa that the mixed race, hunk of our set, Ivandor Fejaun was sitting lazily, leaning on, lounging rather, and covering his face with his forearm.

She kept tugging at, holding and hugging to herself, the seemingly uninterested hunk who for some reason wasn't stopping her as I knew he normally would, and while at that, Aaron and Casper, as well as the CROWD of boys that Hassana had pulled to herself, literally surrounded, and dominated the entire sofa.

I watched Hassana's light and excitement as she jumped, squealed, and talked with such exaggerated gestures, her energy and vigour, immense and excessive, and even amidst all that, I couldn't help but feel something was off about her.

Something was off about Hassana Alfa.

But... What..?

"Sisters! They're playing my song!" Chika gasped and shouted, and only then did I realise that Mayorkun's Geng - a song that Chika had declared was her anthem for years now - was blasting through the speakers.

Well, Chika didn't waste any time dragging the rest of the sisters along with her, and in no time, we were occupying an empty couch, and before I knew it, the sisters were vibing with the music, moving their heads to the rhythm, and mouthing the words of the song, and for me, I wasn't sure what to do with my head, or my mouth, or my entire body.

Oh, Dabeluchi. When will you stop being so pathetic?

~ACHA~

Kaniru George walked into our midst and the atmosphere dropped in temperature.

His boys started to sit up straight, adjusting their selves and dusting imaginary dirt off them as though Kaniru would skin them alive if there was any bit or trace of imperfection found in them.

Clearly, he was the 'gang leader' and as percieved vividly, these boys, his boys, walked around egg shells with him.

I noticed JJ straightening up too, on sighting the tall, dark skinned terrorist, and a part of me felt a tad bit bothered.

If I didn't know better, I'd count JJ as one of Kaniru's infamous boys....

But no. JJ was one of us. Not one of them.

Hopefully?

"Boss." It was Affah who stood up to acknowledge Kaniru first, and I thought I was hallucinating when I saw the lighter skinned boy, even bow a little in respect for Kaniru.

The rest of the boys were quickly on their feet, addressing Kaniru as 'boss' and acknowledging him with due or undue respect.

Even JJ got on his feet and I felt betrayed for the briefest of seconds.

Kaniru's jawbone clenched as he looked over his boys, and I couldn't tell if he was irritated or not.... But, to be fair, he always looked irritated. He had this imprinted scowl in his face that was dangerous and cut-throat to look at.

Kaniru George was rumoredly around our age.

However, I wasn't sure if I believed that because he looked much older than us. His face was more mature than ours. Dark, dark, oh so dark, and strong-looking, with a sharp jawline thay could cut metal. His eyes were always red, dull as a stoners', yet they were also an intimidating, fiery blazing hot furnace, that was so fierce to look at, and harboured the most horrific, demonic thoughts and feelings.

Coupled with the fact he had a towering height and the body of a beast, I slowly began to figure that his eyes may have also been a part reason his boys bowed to him, instead of making eye contact. They couldn't withstand the intensity.

I didn't believe Kaniru was our age mate. I really didn't. And judging through the scars on his dark, unfriendly face, as well as the most prominent one right on his left eyebrow, one would know he definitely had more experience - a kind of experience an ordinary seventeen year old boy could not have had or been able to understand.

Rumors had it that he had grown in the streets all his life, and had become to accustomed with the hard knock life, that even a gun to his head, was of no threat anymore. Well, I believed that since there was no way he could have been such a successful drug dealer if he wasn't dealing with the most dangerous underground dogs.

Well,

Marcus Bruno Acha stayed on his seat.

Oh, yes. I didn't even stand up at all. I made up my mind that I wasn't going to bow to shit.

However, a lump formed in my throat and choked me off air for a second when I spotted the tail of a rifle, sticking out of Kaniru's side, the imprint of the dangerous weapon, glaring in his pocket.

Kaniru George brought a gun to this party?

Why would we do that?

He barely acknowledged his boys. Space was created, reserved for him only, and his boys were quick to light his cigarette for him, and in no time, the boy was puffing out circles of smoke into the air, and drowning down the strongest liquor into his system, without flinging.

Sean was glaring heavily at Kaniru George.

Oh, fuck. Not now.

One of the many reasons being that he believed that Kaniru was directly trying to pull JJ into his side - something I had forced myself to believe wasn't the case. But ofcourse, Sean wasn't having that shit. And well, as we all know, one thing about Sean Ayomide; The guy just didn't know how to hide his irritation.

"Yoo, Bosss. What's up?" JJ was clearly kissing up to Kaniru and I saw Sean's glare harden on him.

I had a bad feeling about this.

JJ was one of the reasons that Kaniru brightened up when with his boys.. and maybe that's why his boys loved having JJ around. 'Cause he got their 'scary leader' in a good mood.

And as the boys launched into another round of vain merry and carousing, Sean's glare wasn't backing down.

"Sean." I whispered to only his hearing, "We can leave now, if you don't want to be here."

If he heard me, he didn't act like he did.

His adamant death glare remained on the gang leader and I knew it was only a matter of time before Kaniru-

"We have a problem?"

That was Kaniru.

Strange, he wasn't looking at Sean particularly and his question seemed like a general question.

Even his boys were confused for a moment.

Hot, fiery eyes rose flames at Sean, and the moment Kaniru looked at him, everyone understood who his 'general question' was actually specifically for.

Sean didn't flinge. Didn't say a word. Composure, intact. Glare, even more intact.

"We have a problem, nigga?" Kaniru raised his scarred brow at Sean.

Sean nodded, answered plainly. "Yes."

Kaniru's eyes darkened with a dangerous glare, and at the same time, set ablaze with even more flames as he sat up, sizing up the dark, rippling muscles of both his hands, as well as Sean, who was being so bold with him.

"Well, then speak up, Ayo. Say your shit with me, let's handle it here." Kaniru said to Sean, his raised brow intact, his eyes were a scary glint of maniac danger, as he challenged the boy.

I wasn't comfortable with this.

"Ahh, boss." One of the boys hesitantly, stepped in. He didn't touch Kaniru, he just spoke from his distance.

Sean remained undeterred. Looked straight at the terrorist, clearly not moved one bit.

"I'm waiting, Ayo." Kaniru dared him to speak again.

"Don't call me Ayo." Sean responded immediately, glare intact.

Let's not forget this;

The guy Sean was challenging, had a damn gun, showcasing itself, in his pocket.

Kaniru laughed under his breath, looked at his boys and I could see the smirk, rising slowly at the base of his lips. Whether this was a joke to him, I couldn't have been sure.

"I think I can call you anything I want, Ayo." He said to Sean, a mocking brightness in his eyes.

"Well, I think you're sick in the head." Sean voiced out easily.

Well, fuck me.

Kaniru's smile varnished, and his eyes grew dark like a man ready to kill. His boys, they looked like a horror movie.

Sean held Kaniru in a lock gaze and just when I thought a third world war was about to launch, right here, right now, before my very eyes...

The party broke into a mad chaos that adruptly disrupted the peace of the atmosphere, and luckily to our side, distracted Kaniru and his boys for a moment.

I watched as his eyes grew dark in intense hate and resentment as he looked to the entrance of the living room and easily spotted who all the wahala was suddenly about.

The Queen herself had stepped into the party.

And this, this was my chance to get Sean out of here before that big ass mouth of his' got him a bullet in the head.

I shook him, tried to pull his attention. "Sean, come with me. Let's talk."

He didn't move for the count of three, and my patience started to grow thin, with him, with this entire situation.

"Sean." I held his arm tightly, barely recognized the sound of his name as it escaped through gritted teeth.

He quickly, irritably flung my hand away, stood up from the couch, and started to walk ahead of me.

I sighed, followed behind him, and shook my head, wondering why this guy just had to be so goddamn difficult a person.

Sean was still walking ahead of me. I didn't know where he was heading to, I doubted even he knew his destination either.

And I guess that was why when he realized the fact that he was heading to nowhere in particular, he stopped walking. This guy.

"Sean, try being a bit more careful with those guys, abeg." He had gotten to a stop at one of the drinks tables, when I met him to tell him that.

"They should be careful with me too." Sean dismissed, trying to walk away again.

"Kaniru was with a gun." I deadpanned, getting infront of him, effectively blocking his path.

Sean frowned. "So?"

Are you kidding me?

"He should have shot me if he had the balls." Sean hissed in annoyance, "Balls-less motherfucker." He rudely grabbed the glass from a nearby classmate who literally just poured a drink into their cup, and he angrily drank from it.

"C'mon dude, this is like the fourth time you're doing this to me tonight!" The guy whose drink Sean had taken away, was thundering with laughter.

Sean, in all his anger, didn't even answer the guy.

I almost laughed when Sean, who was feigning so much rage and anger just now, accidentally started choking on the drink he had rudely taken from the classmate, without even asking permission.

"Oh, when the Lord be for me!" The classmate laughed at Sean, "See what you get for messing with the Father's annointed!"

And that was all it took for me to break down in my own laughter, nearly falling over the drinks table.

"Atleast, his head has set well." I taunted at Sean's expense, before exchanging a smooth guy's handshake with the playful, jovial classmate whose name was Nova.

Sean was still choking on his stolen drink.

"Guy, it's like it's serious oo," Nova was suddenly alerted, and without even being asked, he rushed to get water for Sean.

Sean, without even saying thank you, snatched the waterbottle from Nova's hand and gulped it down his throat like a camel.

Nova, who was still stiffling laughs, patted on the angry boy's back as he drank up endlessly.

"Small, small, ehh. Catch your breath, bro. Drink water." He wouldn't stop tapping on Sean's back.

"Take your shitty drink back!" Sean shoved the drink back on Nova's chest, and the latter was a laughing mess.

Oh, so, the drink is shitty now, lol.

"Hey, hey, no cursing, yoooo!" Nova raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, before taking back the drink from Sean.

"Now, you have all your little bacteria all over it," Nova was playfully remarking.

Sean actually smiled, a forced smile that I know came against his will. "Thanks, bro." He patted Nova's shoulder, and the light-skinned boy smiled at his appreciation.

I wasn't sure what to call Nova Igwe.

He wasn't technically our friend, but at the same time, with the rate at which Sean and I talked to him almost steadily, we couldn't exactly call him an acquaintance either.

Nova was actually more into Ivandor's little circle. Yeah, Ivandor Fejaun - that asshole. Him. Nova, Ivandor, alongside Yure - the owner of this very house we were in - were known as 'the three musketeers'.

For the fact that Nova was so close to Ivandor, it surprised me that I didn't hate him. Yure? I was quite indifferent about him.

"So, Imma have to bounce now. I see crisis, the universe is calling me to calm the storm." Nova smiled at us.

I frowned. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Nova cringed slightly at my curse word, before he jutted his jaw towards the fountain where we saw.... her.

She looked furious, pacing back and forth the circles of the fountain, holding on, strongly to a wine cup and I thought for a second that the intensity of her hold on the innocent glass, may end up shattering it to bits.

"I need to tend to the Queen," Nova informed us.

Giwa Falade.

She had walked in here, causing so much commotion, and she looked like none of it was her damn business.

I only wondered why she was so angry all of a sudden, looking like she was devising some sort of devious means on how to get away with murder. It would be a horrible idea for any sort of confrontation, with the way she was.

"Brahhhhhhhhhhh!" Sean exclaimed, literally shouted in astonishment, disbelief, and utter shock at the guts of Nova, "Omo, good luck oo!"

Nova laughed, shook his head, "Thanks, dude. I'll need it." With that he walked off, heading to the raging Queen at the chocolate fountain.

I looked behind to Kaniru and the guys, who were there, drinking away, kushing away, and for a moment, I asked myself one question;

Why do you even hang out with those guys?

~DABI~

The second Giwa Falade stepped into the building, the entire place shook, the foundation threatened to crumble at her presence, and descend on all of us.

It went viral when someone had apparently dug into the group chat Aaron and Casper created to add all invitees, and the person - unknown- had sent a screenshot showing Giwa's WhatsApp ID in the list of group members, hereby, springing up the 'rumour' that the Queen, herself, was going to be coming to Yure's party.

Ofcourse, one was certain of the news, having that Giwa was well known for her constant heartless dismissal and declination of party invitations. Infact, for her constant heartless dismissal and declination of everything, be it friendship offers or even harmless 'hellos'. As the twins had said, "She's too busy being so badass to give a shit about just anyone."

Ouch. But true.

So, it came to everyone as a shock when the Giwa Falade stepped into the party, and may I say, unapologetically late.

That was only but one of the reasons there was so much chaos at the arrival of the Queen.

Shouldn't this be self explanatory? I mean, when the main bitch in charge has stepped into the premises, things are bound to get hotter, more intense, more cut-throat. And in the case of Giwa Falade, the premises was at the highest heating point. I saw the looks of horror on some classmates, looks of hatred, even petty jealousy at her for being so socially advantaged. One thing was for sure; no matter how much no one didn't like the fact, Giwa Falade ruled over us, ruled over the entire set, ruled over the entire damn school, and boy, she did it with an iron fist.

She didn't overdress or underdress. Giwa may have had a style customised just for her, because it wasn't in existence yet. Yet, somehow, somehow, everything about her look, her appearance, her intoxicatingly wicked aura, caused intimidation. Every thing she did, every step she took, every acid look she passed on to her honourable trembling spectators, provoked a high level of discomfort and an even higher, more dangerous level of fear.

Her confident and regal position didn't waver. It only looked like it must have doubled up a notch within these past few months, if I must note. She still stood tall, straight spine, head high, nose in the air, and eyes that were like volcanic lava to look at. She walked in here with her entire demeanor, screaming "you all are filthy, disgusting peasants and I am Queen", and with that bold, straight, intimidating face of hers, chills into my body and goosebumps started to grow on my skin.

If my other classmates scared me, Giwa Falade absolutely terrified my soul, my being, my spirit.

Needless to say, a lot of classmates who somehow had the courage were rushing up to Giwa, maybe to properly welcome the wicked Queen into her Queen-dom.

Even if, inwardly, they didn't want to. Even if they were hesitant, afraid, or uncertain on how Giwa would receive them, how she would respond to them, if she'd blatantly not even spare them a glance, if she'd even know who the fuck they were supposed to be, they still swallowed their dread, let it remain there, choking their throats, and grew the damn balls to approach Giwa Falade.

The crowd on Giwa was excessive.

Chika, who I knew talked to Giwa on several occasions, decided we'd properly talk to her when everyone wasn't hovering her like flies on rotten food.

I wanted to remind Chika that Giwa knew not of my existence... And she may have meant to say that she and the other sisters were the ones to 'properly talk to Giwa' and not me.

I bit my tongue, dared myself not to utter a word about it, and as much as I tried not to, I couldn't stop watching Giwa.

She was so mean, so regal, so upright in her stance, looked like she wasn't even going to have anyone's bullshit. She wasn't even jumping or giving back energy the excessive energy most girls were giving her.

Infact, as a matter of fact, I saw her dismissively get down the hands of Miranda Archibong who was about to throw her a big, happy hug. And without batting an eyelid or feeling a tad bit sad for Miranda, she briefly looked the girl up, dismissed her look from her like it wasn't worth being on Miranda, then walked out on her like she was completed non-existent.

I suddenly couldn't breathe anymore. My heart couldn't stop beating

But deep down in me, I knew, I knew that if there was one thing that I really admired about Giwa... It was her boldness to be herself and do whatever she wanted, without fear of judgement or crucifixion from anyone, anything, or even the twisted social system and rules, at large.

If she liked you, she showed it. If she didn't like you, she showed it. She smiled curtly at who she wanted to smile at, she talked to who she wanted to talk to, and to those who were a clear waste of her time, she unapologetically threw them to the dust like they didn't matter.

That confidence... The Invisible Rule made my classmates afraid of showing their true colours. It made the pretend to like others when they didn't. Yet, Giwa did exactly what she wanted and treated everyone exactly how she felt they were to be treated, without fear of the consequences, without giving a damn if it was social suicide or not.

Giwa's level of non-challance scared me. Either she didn't know of the main invisible rule, or she didn't just simply couldn't bring herself to give a fuck.

Figures. She was Queen Bee. Apparently, they was no fear she had of 'crossing the line' because she was at the highest point, the peak of popularity, the top of the hierarchy. The Queen. So, therefore, she had no obligation to follow any invisible rules. It didn't apply to her, and it was baseless, irrelevant, and plain useless.

I imagined myself being that confident.

Oh, I only imagined.

She had dispersed the desperate crowd in seconds, indirectly commanding the 'lowlives' to get lost from her presence, and give her some breathing space.

And like she was an official inspector for the CIA, she scanned the room thorougly. With eyes that were intimidating, always indirectly seeming to dare anyone to try her, she scanned the entire room, like she was taking note of every detail of it, every perk, every flaw, giving tough scores in her head.

I was indeed surprised when that unimpressed look on her face actually.... faltered....?

That confused me.

For a second. Just one second, she seemed to 'break character'. However, the next second it was back, her hard, cold look was back, and I believed I may have imagined the whole thing.

...Or did I?

Her bored eyes moved from Mena who since we arrived at this party had been struggling to take a good picture of her bum, and it was moving to...

My eyes bulged, in realising.

Shit, she was about to look at us!

And catch me staring!

My body moved on it's own accord, and by the time I felt Giwa's eyes hovering on us - the sisters - I was quickly joining them, mouthing to the song and watching my stupid self in the video.

I looked so stupid.

Even Giwa may have noticed too.

However, when she dismissed us and looked away like nothing mattered, I started to even wonder if she had singled out my weirdness from the girls.

She didn't look like she had noticed anything. She didn't even look like she cared.

This girl's non-challance.

I could only breathe when I saw her moving her look to the sofa that the bad boys of our set were occupying - Kaniru and his clan of hooligans.

Right after making the video, a bunch of classmates had started to engage the sisters and I expected them to respect my space as they would on a norm, but no, the twins were quick to corner me, side by side immediately the got the chance.

"So? So? You're doing it now, ba?" Ebere nudged my side, that bright smile didn't leave her face.

"Yes, yes, Ofcourse she is, right, Dabi??" Ebube was also nudging my side.

Why were they so into me doing this...?

"Doing what?" I didn't know how that left my mouth and the twins' faces fell instantly.

They stayed that way. Identical shock on ther faces, they stayed that way for two or three seconds, and then the next thing, they were both pulling out their phones.

I was about to ask what they were doing, but immediately, I felt the phone in my dress pockets, chiming twice with text messages.

"We both just sent you the list of ALL the dare tasks we pledged to," Ebere was saying, before I even had the chance to open my phone to see.

"Read out number 3, Dabeluchi." Ebube instructed, and my shaky hands were still trying to adjust the hold on my phone.

"Read out number 3, Dabeluchi." Ebube instructed again.

"I remember what my dare task is, you didn't have to send it all to me." I responded.

"And we don't have to believe you, now read." Ebere ordered.

I sighed, scanned the list of all our tasks and singled out only mine.

"Oya, read oo, Aunty." Ebere's fingers were snapping at my face.

I read, "Dabeluchi would have to make out with atleast one guy at Yure's party."

I thought about doing it and cringed.

The twins were absolutely elated.

"You're Dabeluchi!" Ebube reminded me.

I know.

"That means you'll HAVE to make out with one guy at Yure's party!" Ebere said.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

"So? So? Who's it going to be??" Ebere was clapping in excitement.

"Tell us. Tell us!" Ebube followed up.

"I don't know..."

I don't think they heard me.

"I think you should do it in the open." Ebere suggested for the twentieth time.

"Seconded," Ebube said, "If you could be brave enough to make out with one popular guy in the open, sis, that's an automatic upgrade for you!"

"Major upgrade!"

"Badass Upgrade!"

"Total bold ass bitch move!"

"And you're now pretty as fuck-"

I froze at Ebere's quick, in-the-moment compliment.

"So, definately, ANY guy would fall if you play your cards right!" She completed, and oh, she sounded so certain.

Really..?

"EXACTLY!" Ebere chirped.

"I can't wait to see the looks on the faces of our classmates, those bitter bitches shall BURN!" Ebere snickered, and her twin was laughing and proclaiming 'die by fire' on their enemies.

This, this, only reminded me of how the twins loved to cause havoc on their haters.

I recalled how they filled up Maranatha girls bags last year with itching powder, and I winced.

But then... They were right.

It was a bold ass move.

I imagined myself, walking over to a guy at this party, and just making out with him.

Such boldness. Boldness I didn't have.

Boldness I wished I had.

Boldness I could have..

Like Giwa Falade..

"Do it."

It wasn't the twins who said that to me.

"Who do you reccomend?"

That was me, to the twins, and they were screaming in relation.

Oh, Dabeluchi, you have the balls.

"Our twin senses never lie.." Ebere started.

"So, just know the guy we pick for you will be an easy victim." Ebube finished the sentence for her sister.

Um... Okay?

Together, they turned my body around and made me look towards...

Oh, no.

"Him." Ebere pointed.

I swallowed.

Jeffrey Jarah Jarah. JJ.

I swallowed again.

"Are you sure?" I had to ask them.

"We've never been more sure of anything else in our lives." Ebube answered.

"We can see right through him.." Ebere said.

"He's vulnerable.." Ebube continued.

"Unstable," Ebere added.

"Easy to influence,"

"Easy to seduce,"

"He doesn't even know what he wants from life, Dabeluchi." Ebere said to me, and I saw a ray of pity flash through her eyes for a second.

"And if we're being honest, he needs someone like you in his life," Ebube muttered that, and even if I knew it wasn't intended for my hearing, I still heard her vividly.

"You can easily get this one, Dabi. Even without lifting a finger," Ebere looked at me, certainty in her eyes, "Trust me."

"Yooo, babes, what's going on here naw?" Y'all are having meeting without us?"

That was Chika, butting into the conversation.

"Oh, y'all are having meeting without us? Maddest oo. Wahala for who they no dey isolate!"

I actually almost laughed. Chika's switch up to Pidgin/Ghetto English was always classic.

"Such betrayal!" Soma feigned mock hurt. "And I thought y'all were my Patrick! All of you are Judas oo!"

The twins were laughing.

"You didn't just compare us to Judas, Somadina!" Ebere exclaimed.

"Oh, you're right sef, I shouldn't," Soma pouted in fake annoyance, folded her arms, "Atleast, Judas Iscariot had the decency to HANG HIMSELF!"

Chika nearly fell off the sofa, laughing, and the twins gasped in mock hurt.

I actually couldn't help, but smile. Oh, the sisters.

"Dabeluchi is about to do her dare task, as she had pledged to." Ebere informed the sisters.

Chika looked.... Surprised? Impressed? Skeptical? I don't know, one of them, or all of them.

She hmmed, paused her lips at me. "You don't say?"

Soma bubbled up immediately.

"Who! Who! WHO!" She was jumping.

"Calm your boobs, Soso!" Ebere screamed at her. "Besides, it's a surprise."

"Yup," Ebube came in, "Y'all will have to wait and see for yourself!"

That was my call.

Boldness, Dabeluchi, Boldness.

Boldness like Giwa Falade.

Be non-challant of consequences.

Do as you please.

Be like Giwa Falade.

Be like Giwa Falade.

All those replayed in my head, and I felt a different spirit take over me.

I stood up, spine straight, head, high, nose in the air, posture, upright.

"Ahh, wahala oo!"

I ignored Chika's comment.

Gathering every bit of courage that I never had, I walked to the sofa where Kaniru George and his clan of hooligans were.

I won't die.

I won't die.

Boldness, Dabeluchi.

Be like Giwa Falade.

"JJ."

Even my voice sounded different.

The laughing and drinking and smoking and precisely everything the boys were at before my arrival, came to a complete halt.

They all turned to look at me. Directly at me, and I felt like crumbling under the ground for a second.

Boldness, Dabeluchi.

Boldness.

Be like Giwa Falade.

It was getting hard already.

Their stared were hostile. Intense. Unfriendly. I hinted all sorts of disgust and irritation, confusion as well as they looked at me.

Kaniru, their leader, looked a tad bit irritated too and his extreme, hostile look particular robbed me off a little oxygen. I hoped he didn't notice me struggling for air.

Boldness.

"Abeg, who be this?" One of the boys rudely snorted, and I would have fainted on the spot.

Boldness.

"JJ." I looked directly to him.

He was the only one standing now, as though he wanted to leave.

I stared at the confused boy who literally was now towering over me, and I gulped.

"Are you talking to me?" He raised a brow that hinted irritation.

Hinted. I couldn't be sure.

I remembered the twins'words, concerning him.

Vulnerable.

Unstable.

Easy to influence.

Easy to seduce.

I didn't give JJ a reply, I moved to act.

Boldness.

I curved a hand at the back of JJ's head and attempted to pull his head to my face, so I could lean in for the kiss.

JJ pushed me off and I fell to the ground, shamelessly.

The irritation on his face was full on glaring now, disgust at it's peak as he looked me on the ground, as though I was dirt.

"What the fuck, man!"

All the madness, confidence, boldness, and every spirit that moved with Giwa Falade, left me that instant, that second, and I was overwhelmed with shame. Shame. SHAME!

All the guys were looking at me. Kaniru. His boys. The girls around us too. And boy, I was this close to gathering the attention of the entire party when-

"YO! EVERYONE, OVER HERE!"

There was a major pulling distraction that turned the gathering crowd away from me.

"YO! EVERYONE, LOOK THIS WAY!"

It came again.

This was my chance to run.

Immediately, the twins appeared in front of me, with Chika and Soma. All of them, looking utterly horrified and mortified, like they had foreseen the roof, falling on me or something.

"Dabi, what the fuck, Ebere and I weren't talking about JJ-"

"Stay away from me." I brushed past all of them as quickly as I could. I felt them, following, rushing up behind me as I raced away, colliding into, and sliding in between bodies of classmates who were luckily not giving me attention, but focused on something else - the voice who called out to the whole party and caused the distraction.

Blood was in my head, my vision was blurring with tears, everyone was a distorted image, and my heart was beating so fast that it started to hurt physically, and all the while I raced away from my doom, I couldn't stop hearing the loud voice that was announcing his 'praise' to the entire party.

The voice, who I knew belonged to a male classmate, was praising Giwa Falade, out loud in the open, to everyone's hearing.

"I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT I THINK GIWA IS A QUEEN AND SHE LOOKS AMAZING TONIGHT.."

That line he shouted was the only thing that played in my head as I ran out, and the moment I got out of the party premises and breathed in fresh air, I slumped to the ground, absolutely and completely exhausted. Defeated.

I think Giwa is a queen..

She looks amazing tonight..

Fuck, that can't be me.

Who am I kidding?

I can never be like Giwa Falade. I can't be Giwa Falade.

I am not Giwa Falade.

I am Dabeluchi Orji.

And this, this, this is a tale of my own fucked up world.

Lollll. Just a reminder, lmaoooo.
Soooo sorry for the length of this chapter, it HAD to be perfect 😩😥

Okay, so, Dabi was supposed to have a personal encounter with Giwa where she experienced how Giwa left home that night of Yure's party, but the chapter was getting too long, so I had to cut out that scene from this chapter 😪😥 But stay tuned, in the chapter after the next, you will see in full what actually happened.

How was this chapter??

Me? I LOVED it!😂 When, before nko! If I don't praise myself, who will???😂😂😂 Tbh, I was so proud of myself for being able to perfectly mix in Chapter 2 and 3 of TLT in this chapter, and place it all perfectly into this timeline, so it all looks like 'oh, so these are the things that happened before Giwa arrived the party. So this is what led to everyone being in the position they were in, before Giwa's arrival.' Lol. (Call me a spec jhare😂)

Comment your favorite part of this chapter. Mine was Nova's entrance, and that entire scene, I laughed soooooo hard! Random fact; you know when Nova came to Giwa in chapter three of TLT and Giwa was like 'he was holding a glass of what looked like Hennessy'. Well, that was the same 'Hennessy' that Uncle Sean choked on oo😂😂😂😂💔

And hmmm, what do you think went wrong there? Do you think the twins intended for Dabi to embarass herself? Or was it all a misunderstanding?? Comment your thoughts!!