Early update? Yeah... I'll be so busy tomorrow and I might not get the chance to update.

So, here you go✨

The songs for this chapter- (yeah, songs😂 Is it weird, I dunno🤣) Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin and Naked Wire by Simi.✨

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"𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔,
𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤
𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒..."

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              ~𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙺𝙸𝚁𝙰 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙺~

My mood has been so off since I woke up this morning. All I wanted to do when I woke up was sleep in. No distractions. But, easier said than done. Khalil was home and I didn't want anything that'd involve talking to him after the stunt he pulled on Saturday.

Khalil was the last person on earth that'd allow me to skip school. It was going to result in another round of screaming and yelling and honestly, my voice was too hoarse to keep up. I couldn't even shout if I tried. I just had to suck it up and respect myself by going to school.

And maybe I wouldn't be in such a horrible mood if one of the maids hadn't drenched me in a black coffee. She claimed it was a mistake. The sight of her apologizing irritated the living daylights out of me. I had to go change my shirt.

I loved the fact that Khalil stayed holed up in the confines of his vampiric room and chose not to get himself involved. I honestly wouldn't mind hauling something at his head. If it wasn't for my hoarse voice, I really wouldn't mind transferring my aggression at her.

Tiny little rat!

I was so frustrated to the brink of tears. I was just really tired and wanted a break from everything. Was that too much to ask for? I wouldn't even be surprised if my mental health was below zero per cent and blinking a dazzling red colour, screaming and hinting at danger.

Heck, I was barely holding on to the last shred of sanity I had left.

I was a breathing, living example of half a corpse and half a goddess. My reflection in the mirror this morning was enough to tell me that.

The barbaric noise and occasional yells that belonged to my classmates, the likes of dem Jimi and his friends, had my insides churning and twisting in disgust. They just didn't know when to stop.

My grip on the blue pen in my hands tightened, threatening to snap it into two. It was suffocating in here. I needed to breathe. I tried to direct my attention to the huge literature textbook that was in front of me, openly glaring at it.

The sides of my head were starting to hurt and throb really hard, a banging headache hammering at it, threatening to split my entire head into two. I hissed and kissed my teeth, slamming the textbook shut with a bang.

My eyes landed on the sleeping boy beside me and I rolled my eyes. Kaden deserved an award for best in sleeping. If he wasn't sleeping, he'd be reading. If he wasn't doing any of the duo I mentioned, then he wouldn't be in school. The guy was a certified lone wolf.

I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't have friends. I mean, not like I have seen anyone hang out with him. I huffed and looked away from him.

I groaned and tugged my braids out of the black scrunchie I had used in packing it into a ponytail earlier this morning. I detached it from my hair and set it on the table, then dropped my head into my palm, exhaling heavily.

The sudden quivering of my lips hinted at the fact that I was going to soon start crying. Heck, I could feel the inner corner of my eyes starting to sting, burning with unshed tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. I chewed on my lips to prevent the tears from dropping but it wasn't working.

"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath.

My ears perked up instantly once I picked up on the approaching footsteps. I inhaled deeply and exhaled shakily, raising my head a bit and my eyes settled on the tall brown-skinned boy standing opposite my desk.

A deep frown marred my face.

But then, that didn't seem to faze him. It must have taken a lot of nerve and audacity for him to get up from his seat and head to mine. Who the hell does he think he is to approach me after what he did? After what he said to me? His audacity was shocking.

He kept his eyes trained on me, but the expression on his face remained unreadable. I grimaced, arching one of my eyebrows at him.

"Shakira, can we talk outside?" He inquired. My cold gaze didn't leave his face for once. I stared at him for a moment and chuckled afterwards, leaning into my seat.

The corner of my lower lips twitched, morphing into a smirk. I eyed him in amusement. Oh, how the tables have turned. I didn't know what it would cost this guy to be fucking polite or at least pretend to be.

Fine, I know I'm not exactly the nicest person in the world and he might even hate me for all I care, but that didn't give him the right to address me the way he did when I approached him for his help.

He really has the guts to ask me if we could talk outside. After what he did to me? After what he did to my best friend?

"Are you kidding or are you actually serious?" I queried, squinting my eyebrows at him. The brown-skinned boy exhaled, his shoulders slumping in defeat. His palm came up to the back of his neck, massaging his nape.

I rolled my eyes, got up from my seat and shoved my hands into the pocket of my blazers. I walked past him, sauntering out of the class.

The cold air in the hallway that hit me immediately as I set foot out of the class had me shivering lightly. I pushed my braids backwards and increased my pace, his loud footsteps echoing behind me. The whole place was quiet, perks of Mr Olaleye practically chasing them into the class and warning them not to step a foot outside even if they were having a free period.

That man was so scary.

"What the hell do you want from me, Jeremy?" I asked dryly and turned to face him.

The tall boy shifted occasionally on his foot, rotating his weight to and fro on it. Well, at least he wasn't looking nearly dead like he did last week. I mean, if he auditioned for a role in The Walking Dead, the producer will gladly bestow the lead role upon him. He definitely looked the part.

No, I wasn't tryna throw shades. I was just being factual.

Then, he took a deep breath, tucking his hands into the pocket of his plaid trousers before approaching me slowly. I folded my arms underneath my chest once he got to me, my facial expression overly impassive.

"I want to apologize..." He trailed off, his voice dripping with remorse. He looked conflicted, mentally weighing his options on whether he should continue or not.

One of my eyebrows tugged up instinctively, a soft chuckle escaping my lips afterwards.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. Can you speak louder, please?" I asked, the corner of my lips twitching in a smirk. It soon bloomed into a full-blown mocking smile. I tilted my head to the side, sizing him up with my eyes.

He looked uncomfortable and boy was I enjoying that,? Maybe he thought I was going to forgive and forget, oh fuck him and fuck that. I was going to taunt him to the end of the world with this.

"Kira, please..." He pleaded in a whisper, emotions akin to guilt swimming in his dark brown eyes.

"I know. I deserve all of it but please, just listen to me," He exhaled, his shoulders dropping in disappointment.

Oh, I was just getting started. First, he hurt my friend and then punctured my girl's ego. Does he know how hard it was for me to approach his icy ass?

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I bruise your ego?" I asked softly with a pout on my lips. I placed my palm over my chest, my facial expression morphing into mock hurt.

"Kira__" He called, trying to speak but I cut him short before he could say anything else. I didn't want to hear another word from him.

"I don't want to hear it, Jer!"

"Or you have come to tell me how 'you no get strength'? Well, pardon me too because I don't have any fucking strength left in me to deal with your cold ass right now!" I yelled in his face, making air quotes and rolling my eyes afterwards.

"God, you don't know how sorry___"

"I don't want to know," I deadpanned without batting so much as an eyelash at him. He kissed his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut then exhaled. An act that hinted at the fact that he was trying to keep his temper in check.

Oh, I'm quite familiar with it.

"Let me fucking finish and stop trying to cut me short." He answered gruffly, his brown eyes narrowing slits at me and shooting me subtle daggers through them.

I frowned at his tone.

That's no way to speak to a lady! It was at the tip of my tongue and I wanted to yell at him but then, I retracted my statement, judging by his facial expression that had become stoic.

"I'm so sorry for how I treated you. You didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve to be spoken to in that manner. I was in a bad mood and I took it out on you, that wasn't fair," He paused for effect and sighed softly.

"Whatever it is that I was going through doesn't warrant me speaking to you the way I did. I am sorry, Shakira." He apologized, his brown eyes shining with hope. He was hoping I'd forgive him.

Well, at least someone is being a darling to even apologize when they transfer aggression at some___

Oh shut it!

"You want me to forgive you?" I asked indifferently and he responded with a vigorous nod of his head.

"Then, Earn It," I told him, my eyes set on him. I watched as his shoulders slumped in defeat, his hopeful expression deflated and dissipated into that of disappointment. He shot me a wistful smile and nodded.

"Now, are you going to tell me what you want?" I squinted my eyebrows at him, shoving my hands into the pocket of my blazers.

He went awfully quiet for a moment and I waited for him to find his voice to tell me what the hell he wanted from me. I know he didn't just come here to apologize and I had an inkling as to why he was here. I just wanted to hear him say it.

He closed his eyes and exhaled then, they fluttered open.

"I need your help," He began softly and I chuckled.

"Bold of you to assume I'd help you with anything," I told him, my voice holding a hint of irritation in it.

"You don't have a reason to," He answered truthfully, earning an impressive smile tugging at my lips. I stared at him, thoroughly amused.

"And you do know the only reason I am even standing here with you and giving you a listening ear is because of Chizaram?" I asked, arching my brow at him.

He nodded.

"Yeah, what you couldn't bring yourself to do..." I grumbled under my breath. I eyed him and huffed, motioning for him to get on with it.

"Could you please help me talk to Chizaram?" He asked, a twinge of hope swirling in his eyes. I didn't miss the way his brown eyes lit up as he mentioned her name. It was so obvious. He loves her. That, I know. But then, he screwed up.

"We both know your girl, Jeremy. She's not exactly the easiest person to reason with. She barely gives me a listening ear when it comes to you. How am I supposed to bring it up when the mere mention of your name is enough to disrupt her mood? I don't know how to do this, Jer." My voice dropped low at the end of my statement with my eyes trained on him.

The tall boy exhaled, digging his head into his fro and suddenly avoids eye contact with me. His shoulders slumped and I watched as he tried to control his heavy breathing. He turned to me and I found myself taking a step backward, overly stunned at the sight of his shimmering brown eyes.

"Could you please just try?" He tried to hide it but his voice was breaking. My heart pricked lightly.

"Please, Shakira. Just tell me you'll try to speak to her. The hope I have in you is the only thing keeping me together right now, it's the only thing keeping me sane, it's the only thing preventing me from falling apart. So please, promise me you'd talk to her?" He sniffed gently, his eyes pleading.

Even if I wasn't a fan of him and wanted to say no, I couldn't bring myself to say no. It'd break him and that was the last thing I wanted for him. I stared at him for a moment and exhaled, nodding my head in response.

A relieving sigh escaped his lips and he grasped onto my hands, squeezing them in appreciation. It seemed like he could finally breathe.

"Thank you..." He whispered and I nodded with a soft smile. Passing a small smile onto me, he spun on his heels and made his way back to class.

I pushed my braids off my shoulders, shrugging the hideous blazer off my body. I'd pass out if the thick material was on my body for another second. I draped it across my arm and dug my hands into its pocket, reaching for my phone.

The contact of my blood-red manicured fingers on the screen made soft noises as I tapped gently on the screen, searching for a certain petite girl's number. My hands hung on the screen for a while, debating whether I should send her a text or not. Deciding on the former, I sent her a quick text.

He wants me to talk to her. I might as well start now, knowing Chizaram is the most stubborn person I have ever met, she'd keep putting me off regarding him.

A soft sigh escaped my nose as I tapped on the back button gently, it brought a list of my contacts. I scrolled randomly through it and stopped abruptly once his contact came into view.

I sucked in a breath, my fingers hovering above the contact that was saved as MINE.💍💎♥️ My eyes lingered on the screen of my phone, torn between dialling his number or just walking back to class and forgetting all that just happened.

I tried. I really tried. I didn't want to call him but I couldn't bring myself not to. I just wanted to know if he's fine. I wanted to hear what he sounded like for the last time. I wanted to hear him speak. I wanted to listen to his soft breaths.

I'm fine...

I'm fine...

I'm fine...

I chanted like a mantra underneath my breath. I could feel the tears that were starting to pool in my eyes, clawing and tugging at my eyes, threatening to drop. I released a harsh breath and tried to keep what was left of my breath unwavering.

Don't call him...

Don't call him...

Don't you fucking call him...

"You have been doing so well without him all this while. You can do it. You just need to breathe and the overwhelming thoughts will go away," I assured myself gently, my voice barely above a whisper.

Croaked and hoarse.

I found my feet moving towards the rear end of the block, where the restroom was located. I twisted the doorknob and stepped in, shutting the door behind me. I dragged my feet to sink before leaning on it and exhaling.

I brought my hands to my face, blowing some hair onto my face and breathing out occasionally. I tugged at my tie and yanked it off, popping a few buttons open.

We could have made things work...

We could have been fine...

Was I not enough?

That bitch just had to come into the picture and stole him away!

We were perfect together, what went wrong?

What. Fucking. Went. Wrong.

"Fuck!" I cussed, catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I inched forward, examining myself in the mirror and God knows I hated who I saw in there.

I looked like shit.

I looked into the mirror and saw a girl that was drained. I looked into the mirror and saw a girl that was still pining over a bastard because he left her. I looked into the mirror and saw a girl that was stuck in the past, a girl who refused to start living for herself and not anyone else.

I saw a weak, broken and damaged girl staring back at me in the mirror, silently mocking me and laughing in my face at how much of a broken toy I was.

I exhaled and finally let it all out.

My eyes grew blurry, my breathing grew uncontrollable, shaky and utterly weak. My lips quivered and it felt like my whole world was spinning all at once. I was lost, drowning and sinking into an abyss. A strangled sob escaped my lips and the tears came pouring down like rain, my throat clogged with sobs.

I didn't know how long I stood there for, crying my eyes out.

I stood there and cried my eyes out, listening to my occasional sniffles and soft breaths that escaped my lips. I groaned at the massive headache that awaited me.

I opened the tap and splashed some water on my face. I crouched a little and repeated the action a few times. I only stopped when I saw that I wasn't looking lifeless like I did a few minutes ago.

I patted my face dry with some clean tissues and disposed of them. I buttoned up and knotted my tie, straightening my collar. I glanced at my reflection and nodded impressively.

Then, I exhaled.

I draped my blazer on my arm and trudged out of the restroom. I skipped toward the entrance of the classroom and pushed the door open, stepping into the class.

I halted in my tracks once my eyes met Miss Charis, our English teacher's confused brown ones. I could feel the unwavering gaze of my classmates on me, boring holes into my body with their stares that couldn't have felt more uncomfortable at that moment.

Damn...

The slim woman in her late twenties had one of her eyebrows arched at me, bemusedly, indirectly asking me where I was coming from.

"I...uh..." I took a deep breath.

"I'm coming from the restroom," I told her and she nodded, motioning for me to head back to my seat.

I averted my eyes from her and they unconsciously strayed to a sharp grey pair that I knew had been watching me since I stepped into the class.

"Don't waste my time, young lady!" Miss Charis snapped, pulling me out of my trance. I blinked and made my way to my seat, settling down.

I'm okay...

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            ~𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙱𝙸𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚈𝙾 𝙾𝙻𝚄𝚈𝙸𝙳𝙴~

"... did you see the look on her face?"

"...all the effort we put in the presentation___"

I was staring.

Really hard.

Yeah, it's no news that I seem to be doing a lot of that lately. I wasn't reading so much meaning to the whole thing at first but it was becoming a habit. One I have picked up lately. A habit I didn't see myself stopping soon.

I was barely listening to what she was saying. I was too distracted to.

The tall girl had her back turned to me, slowly putting her things in place and arranging her books into her locker. She has been going on and on about the project we just concluded. I could understand her because she started freaking out a few minutes before we started.

Not that I minded, I could listen to her talk all day...

I just had to remind her that we have worked on this together and gone over it a thousand times. It was going to be a piece of cake and indeed, it was. The uptight woman was impressed when we were done.

I'd give a million dollars over and over again to see her brown eyes light up the way they did at the sight of the smile tugging at Mrs Badru's lips once we were done with our presentation.

"Stefan!" She called sharply.

I shook my head gently and my eyes dropped to the tall girl standing a few feet away from me. She had her arms folded underneath her chest, her perfectly carved brows tugged up, looking utterly befuddled.

She had a tiny frown on her face.

"I'm listening," I smiled softly at her and she huffed, turning away from me. I chuckled at her childishness and inched forward. She was almost done arranging her notes now.

"Reina, I swear, I'm listening," I spoke up in a bid to appease her. A cute snort escaped her lips and she spun around to face me again.

"Oya, what was the last thing I said?" She queried, settling on her desk. Her brown eyes which seemed to have regained their brightness swirled and gleamed with amusement, adding colour to the seemingly empty class.

Her smile could light up an entire room.

I stared at her and blinked softly, bringing my hands up to the back of my neck and massaging my nape gently. I couldn't stop the slight twitching of my lips.

"Of course, you were," She spoke, her tone laced with sarcasm. She rolled her eyes and brushed me off with a dismissive wave. She turned to her locker and pulled it open, picking up her phone, and slamming it shut.

Then, she plopped her weight down on her desk and sat legs crossed on it. Her red manicured fingers moved swiftly on the screen of her phone, a light smile dancing on her lips.

She loved red nail polish.

I have never seen her use any other colour other than red. I picked up on that the second time I saw her at the party. She wouldn't stop drumming those red nails on the table.

I loved how she kept her nails simple. They weren't utterly long like she was about to poke them into someone's eyes. It was short and flattened in a square shape at the top. Red was a stunning colour on her, no cap.

It was how I noticed the littlest details about her.

She wasn't on braids today. Her lush black fro was pulled in a neat high bun atop her head. With the huge puffy bun, it was obvious that her natural hair was really full and probably soft too. I could smell the coconut-vanilla scent oozing out a few minutes ago when she stood by my side.

I needed no one to tell me how well she took care of it. It was glaring by how good it smelled and how it glowed, making its black colour so pronounced.

She peeled her eyes off her phone and her eyes met mine. The beauty of those brown orbs held me transfixed. It couldn't have looked more enthralling. The intensity in them had the little breath I had left in me punched out of me.

Her eyes were hands down the most beautiful shade of brown I had ever seen. It rhymed perfectly and aligned with her delicate face and spotless brown skin.

It's how she does every single thing without having to stress about it and how hard it was for me not to notice the tiniest details about her. Maybe I just really read meaning into everything she does.

It had become a reflex action.

You are being really weird...

That obnoxious little voice in my head reminded me. I found myself exhaling softly.

"You know," She began, her voice heavy and dripping with amusement.

"For someone who claims not to be creepy, then you know you stare a lot? ehn, Stefan?" She asked, her eyes fixated on mine. I watched as she hopped off the desk and shook her head with a playful eye roll.

She strutted out of the class and I followed right after.

"I wasn't staring, Reina. I just space out a lot these days." I lied smoothly and she turned to me, her eyes teasing me silently.

She scoffed.

"I don't know if your friends tell you about how much of a horrible liar you are." She said in a tone of mockery.

She casually strutted around in those leather-heeled boots like it was as easy as breathing for her.

"Wow, I'm hurt. You think I'd lie to you?" I stopped short, glancing at her with mock hurt plastered all over my face. She snickered, muttering an 'oh please' under her breath and dismissing me with the mere flick of her fingers, flashing those blood-red nails in my face.

My lips twitched and I was unable to repress the warm chuckle that exited my lips in the process.

"That reminds me, Reina," I spoke up and she turned to me with a frustrated look.

"Great," She mumbled under her breath and quickened her pace while I tried to keep up with her.

"Just when I thought you finally got rid of that horrible nickname!" She cried out in frustration. "for the nth time," She made air quotes with her fingers in the air "I have a name and it's S-H-A-K-I-R-A." she spelt out boldly, smacking me on the arm, eliciting a light wince from me.

It was my turn to grin now.

"No, thank you. I'm pretty much content with the one I gave you, Reina." I grinned and she huffed, her facial expression morphing into that of frustration. She glared at me and stalked off.

"Oya, wait nau!" I coaxed, urging her to listen to what I had to say. She stopped walking and turned to face me. I grinned and soon caught up with her, falling in sync with her as we descended the staircase.

She stopped short, leaning on the rails with her arms folded underneath her chest. She arched one of her brows at me, which indicated that I should get on with it.

"Okay, I kinda saw your literature score sheet while I was in the staff room—

"You kinda saw abi you saw?" She countered, cutting me short gently, her voice laced with amusement.

"You are kin—" I retracted my statement mid-way and she giggled.

"Reina!" I called.

"What? I'm not glueing your mouth shut. Just say whatever it is you want to say." She chuckled.

"Fine. As I was saying before you cut me short, your records on the class works and assignments we have been given are quite low and at some point, you'd have to make up for it during tests and exams. All I'm saying is, every grade matters here—"

She did it again.

"And?" She squinted her eyebrows at me and I rolled my eyes.

"I could tutor you if you want. It'll boost your grades. If you are interested, that is. I'm just trying to be of help in anyway I can." I said softly, my eyes peering into her brown ones.

Her eyes beheld mine, not breaking eye contact with me. Her dark brown eyes appeared a little cold, barely giving any form of emotions off. I could feel my heart pick up at a faster pace, hammering and thumping wildly against my chest. She was awfully quiet.

"Of course, I don't mind." She spoke up after a long while, her tone gentle and a warm smile crept onto her face.

I could have sworn that I released a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

She chuckled, nudging me on the shoulder and proceeded to walk down the stairs. Then, she stopped and slipped her hands into mine, pulling me along with her.

That little action of hers sent waves of sparks coursing through every inch of my veins, every inch of the blood that flowed through it and burning the tips of my fingers. Overwhelming tingles shot through my body, leaving goosebumps to sprout all over my skin.

Her long slender fingers fit perfectly into mine. I loved how her hands felt in mine. It was exhilarating, and inciting and left me nearly breathless.

I couldn't get enough of it.

"Stefan?" She called once we were in the hallway that led right to the cafeteria. She tilted her gaze upwards and it met mine. The softness shooting through every corner of her eyes almost had me melting into a puddle.

She smiled at me.

"I have to go now. I promised Chizaram I'd have lunch with her. I'll see you later." She told me and I nodded, still unable to find my voice. Then, she untangled our fingers and I swear, I felt the absence of her fingers in mine.

She spun on her heels and headed for the Cafeteria. I had my eyes fixed on her retreating figure, watching her with an unconscious smile on my face till her tall figure went right through the door.

"You should have seen the look on your face, bruh..." Those words rolled off his tongue and flowed into my ears, reverberating through the walls that surrounded it. I couldn't miss how heavy it was with amusement.

I whirled around and came to face the tall boy who had his arm looped across Abasi's shoulder. The latter had a teasing grin on his face, grinning from ear to ear. At some point, I feared his mouth would detach from his face.

The duo looked thoroughly amused.

I sucked my teeth in annoyance.

Of course, it just had to be them!

"I understand that you two are obsessed with me but abeg, let me breathe for a second without you two hovering like mother hens!" I groaned, throwing them the stink eye.

"Who would have thought?" Abasi teased, wiggling his eyebrows at me, eliciting an eye roll from me.

I squinted my eyes at the duo and chuckled. Of course, they made up. I intentionally left them alone to sort it out themselves. I knew better than to try to get myself involved. They'd spin the table around and pin the whole thing on me. I learnt my lesson the hard way.

They were like peas in a pod.

"Stefan, Stefan, my guy—" I cut the light-skinned boy short.

"Abasi, don't start." I pleaded with a slight shake of my head. Jeremy had his eyes pinned on me the whole time, watching me with a small smile on his face.

"You like her," He told me, his voice soothing.

Oh, here we go...

"Not you too." I groaned and he shrugged.

"Whatever makes you sleep at night, Stef." Abasi chipped in and pulled me to his side, gripping me on the shoulder and slapping my back gently. He was now in the middle with Jeremy and me by his sides.

I rolled my eyes.

"Una con tall pass me!" He whined. I chuckled and dusted a speck of non-existence dirt off my shirt.

"Doings!" Jeremy and I said in unison. He hissed and let go of our arms, marching into the cafeteria. He stopped walking and turned to us, his middle fingers in the air with a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh, but I'm hotter!" He grinned and I palmed my face. The light-skinned boy pranced further into the cafeteria, leaving Jeremy and me behind.

I turned to the tall boy beside me and exhaled, my eyes scanning his face.

"You good, bruh?" I asked, my eyes not leaving his. He responded with a slight shake of his head negatively. I sighed and patted him on the shoulder, a sad smile creeping onto my face.

"Give her time," I told him and he nodded.

A/N

I'll have to quote a phrase from the movie, Legacies. The oracle said and I quote 'It'll all be painfully clear soon enough'🌚

It's Jeremy swallowing his pride and apologizing to Shakira for me.🤣😂 That babe is like the worst person to offend.🤣

Omo, I for don vex if na me.😂🤝

Shakira's breakdown though.😑 Y'all should drop your conspiracy theories, lemme know.🌚

They haff spark Stefan's naked wire o.🌚 Incase you missed it, that Naked Wire is meant for his POV. I just think it fits into it.

I think we can all agree that Simi is a badass when it comes to music.🥺🔥

Alrighty, y'all know how we roll. Storm the comments section and don't forget to vote, comment and share.

See y'all during the weekend.

Adiós ✨

Love, Didi.♥️