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Song for the chapter- Girls Like You by Maroon 5 ft Cardi B.

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"𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔'𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟
𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑."

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~𝙾𝙼𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙽𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙰 𝙶𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚉~

"God, Riven, get back HERE!" I groaned, my shoulders slumped in defeat once I saw that the hyperactive boy won't even spare me a glance. He was so busy leaping from one place to another, jumping on the couch with one sneaker on his feet. 

He was amused by the JimJam show that was currently displayed on the flat-screen TV.

"Rivennnn," I called through gritted teeth.

I was this close.

I was so close to pulling every strand of my hair out of my scalp due to frustration. I was so close to tears.

I palmed my face, swiping my palm over my face before exhaling.

"Riven, o de jhor nau," I cried. No, I pleaded.

He wasn't even moved in the least, giggling occasionally at what was being displayed on the screen.

"Riven, honey, just let me tie your shoelaces and you can watch all the cartoons in the world. I won't even say anything." I spoke softly, massaging my temples with my fingers.

Frustration at its peak.

It was always like this every morning. It was their routine and I'll tell you what, They don't get tired easily. I couldn't keep up with their hyper selves at times.

I barely averted my gaze off him when it settled on Raquel that was so busy trying to open the blue band butter that was in her hands. I gasped lightly once I realized she was going to smear it all over her uniform.

"Raquel!" I called sharply and she jolted fearfully, the uncovered butter went flying out of her hands and onto the floor, the content sounding with a soft thud.

Wait…

It didn't just splash on the floor I mopped this morning, right?

I chuckled.

The adorable seven-year-old cowered backwards in fear, her doe brown eyes widening as big as saucers, her lips ajar and her hands clamped to her back.

"Dunms," She squeaked.

And just like that, I felt my anger slowly dissipate into nothing. It all washed away like it was never there in the first place.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay." I dropped Riven's sneakers on the floor and rushed over to her, squatting in front of her with a wide grin. A cute giggle escaped her lips and she threw herself into my arms, burying her head in the hollow of my neck.

I sighed in satisfaction, pulling her closer. 

"Sorry, Dunms." She said quietly and I felt my heart swell with pride.

How could I even get mad at her?

I couldn't!

"It's okay, pumpkin," I answered sweetly and pulled away lightly, smothering her face with kisses, eliciting loud giggles from her. My eyes beheld her beautiful brown ones and I found myself cooing.

She was so adorable.

Her black curls were tamed in two huge buns, colourful clips adorning them. A tiny gold earring on both ears. Her white puffy short-sleeved shirt was neatly tucked in her crimson-red plaid pinafore, her black bag strapped to her back.

She was beaming at me, with smiles that tugged at my heart warmly, giving me no reason not to reciprocate it. I pressed a kiss to her cheek and swept her off her feet, dropping her on the nearest couch. I moved my gaze away from her and it dropped on Riven's small frame, standing in front of the flat-screen TV, his hands folded across his chest with a frown on his face.

"Riven, step away from the TV damnit!" I uttered sharply. I knew what he was capable of doing. I wasn't going to allow him to break anything in this house again with his so-called power rangers techniques.

The cuss word had flown out of my mouth before it dawned on me that I shouldn't have said that. I blinked and snapped my mouth shut.

Crap!

"Dunms," Raquel called and I turned to the grinning girl.

"What's damnit?" She asked, blinking those innocent eyes at me and I exhaled.

"Can I say it too?" She inquired and I shook my head, chuckling softly.

"It's a bad word, sweetie. Good girls don't say bad words." I divulged, she stared at me for a moment before bobbing her head in a vigorous nod.

That was close!

I whisked my head in Riven's direction and marched towards him, sweeping him off his feet and walking away from the TV. His hands found their way into my hair, tugging at it a little too hard, causing me to wince. I glanced at him through my peripheral vision and saw that he was staring back at me, grinning from ear to ear, mischief swirling in his eyes.

I rolled my eyes and set him on the settee. I grabbed his sneakers from the floor and slid them over his tiny feet, buckling his shoelaces. I let out a sigh once it was all done.

I brushed my fingers through his curly hair, keeping them in place before straightening his collar. He watched me with a warm smile and smacked a kiss on my cheek once I was done. 

Awww…

I ruffled his curls and giggled.

If Raquel and Riven were of the same gender, it would be so difficult to tell them apart. They had a striking resemblance. The same dark curls, and doe-brown eyes that can be quite deceiving. They had the most innocent eyes I had ever seen. Just like mom.

The thought of her had my stomach twisting in knots. Disgusting, infuriating knots that had me gritting my teeth in anger. I clicked my tongue in annoyance, anger and irritation coursing through every inch of my blood___

"Dunms," Riven's soft voice drove me out of my reverie. I flashed him a warm smile.

"I want to pee," He pouted and I scooped him off the leather settee, heading over to the nearest restroom. I pushed the door open and set him down while I watched as he trudged over to the WC. Once he was done, I flushed the toilet. I tucked in his shirt properly and headed out with him in my arms.

My jaw was nearly dropping to the floor by the time I stepped into the living room.

"Raquel!"

"Is that my Wig you are munching on?!"

"What are you even doing with my lip gloss!" I set Riven on the floor and walked over to her, absolutely horrified at the state my hot pink wig was in. It had gotten all tattered and didn't look like something I combed this morning. She stared back at me with a pout, clutching my strawberry gloss in her tiny fingers.

"Let me have those," I snapped my fingers at her, simultaneously. She seemed reluctant before handing them over, stomping her foot on the ground.

"They taste like strawberries," In her defence, that is. The leaven-in conditioner I applied on the weave before combing it and my lip gloss was both strawberry infused. 

I didn't understand Raquel's addiction to strawberries.

I loved the twins. So much. But then, they could be a real pain in the butt most times. I exhaled, plastering a faux smile on my face.

"Don't worry, I packed strawberry candies in your lunch box." I smiled softly at her and her grin widened, she lunged at me, hugging my legs in appreciation.

I giggled.

"What about me!" Riven whined and I rolled my eyes.

"You too, chum chum. You too." I told him.

The loud honk of their school bus cut me off before I could say anything else. 

"Come on, guys. Your bus is here." I said to them and walked over to the table, grabbing their boxes. After adjusting their uniforms, I placed warm kisses on their cheeks and escorted them out of the house, into the bus where I met their teacher, Miss Evelyn.

"Good morning, Miss Evelyn!" I greeted her politely, beaming with smiles as I helped them into the bus.

"Good morning, Dunmade." She gave me a soft smile. 

I waved at the grinning duo and got down from the bus. The door automatically shut close and they drove off.

Ugh, those two.

I spun on my heels and headed back into the house. A loud exhale emitted from my lips, once I stepped into the house. The whole living room has been turned upside down. Throw pillows strewn across the room, the couches moved from their positions, and let's not forget. The fucking butter!

I glanced at the wall clock and rolled my eyes. The time read: 07:35

I sauntered into the kitchen and grabbed some cleaning equipment from the store. I did a quick cleanup and fixed everything back into their actual positions. I didn't have the time to eat the toast I made earlier, so I settled for a cup of coffee.

I moved over to the human-sized mirror in the corridor and fixed my pink wig, brushing my hands through its locks. The pink blunt-cut weave was my favourite wig. I love how it made me look more badass. 

I threw a leather jacket over my camisole and adjusted the laces of my leather boots. My eyes scoured the living room, doing a double-check to see if I didn't forget anything. And with that, I flung my backpack across my shoulder and strutted out of the house, closing the door behind me.

I ignited the engine of my bike and fixed my helmet on my weave, setting it in place before riding off.

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The pace at which I was riding automatically reduced once I rode into the enormous compound. Hectares of land that housed the prominent Whitburn University. The unmistakable feeling of utter disgust and irritation washed over me and I did nothing to control it. I didn't want to. 

I was appalled to my bones.

These people ticked off every last nerve in me.

Every. Last. Nerve. In. Me.

Whitburn crawled with mean rich kids, soulless bullies, wannabes, and pretty boys with disgusting attitudes. I mean, name any awful thing you can think of. It was home to it. The repulse I feel walking around these people. I really haven't found anything I despised more than the students that attended this school.

Living, breathing red flags.

Being a scholarship student didn't really help matters when I first gained admission. Tell me about rich kids who do not fail to remind you how worthless, how you amount to nothing, how they could crush you to dust and wipe off your entire existence if you dared cross their paths.

Ergh, it irks me.

How they make it glaring, slapping it all over your face that with their money, they could get anything they want, just by the snap of their fingers.

Sure, there are a few good ones but honestly, the bad overshadowed everything.

Not like I was interested in getting to see any good side anyone possessed. 

I. Just. Didn't. Care.

I found a suitable spot for my bike and turned off the ignition, hopping off it. I unbuckled my helmet and hung it around on the bike, spinning on my heels and heading for the stairs.

Eyes and gazes so piercing and intrusive bore holes into my skin, accompanied by mean looks and snorts, mock giggles seeped into my ears, sounding like screeches and shrieks, threatening to split my eardrums into two. I wasn't in the least moved or bothered. 

They'd have to do more to get me to even blink.

I stopped giving a fuck about anything, a long time ago. So, they could as well shove their glares and snorts down their throats and choke on it.

"I mean, who brings a bike to school..."

"Is she even a girl?"

"Oh, please, she's just broke."

"Look at the cheap weave on her head."

"Pretty sure it isn't human hair."

Hair that I got for seventy-five thousand naira? You dey craze.

"Yeah, it looks like synthetic weave."

I rolled my eyes and ascended the staircase, stumbling into the less crowded hallway. I had barely taken one more step when I got accosted by him.

"Hot legs," He purred.

God, please…

I instantly cringed at the nickname. I have heard it a gazillion times but my stomach wouldn't stop churning in disgust, twisting in knots, each time he called me that.

I shuddered in irritation.

I halted in my tracks and rolled my eyes, my hands holding my backpack in place. My eyes narrowed on the Almond-skinned boy that bounced towards me. Yeah, you heard that, bounced.

I rolled my eyes.

"Come to take another beating, Kitty boy?" I taunted, my tone filled with mockery. I stood akimbo, my hip jolting out a little bit, my head tilted to the side, and a bored look marred my features.

His frown deepened.

My eyes dropped to the cut imprinted on his lower lip and my lips twitched, a taunting smirk creeping onto my lips. I gave myself a mental pat, seeing as it was my handiwork.

Gave the bastard a punch to remember.

He scoffed, taking long strides towards me. He stopped short, maintaining a ridiculous distance that had me chuckling in amusement.

KT. Kiitan. He prefers being called KT. I mean, that has to be the lamest nickname I have ever heard. Because, bruh, what the hell does that even mean? He should have just stuck with Kiitan. That sounds way cooler.

To be factual, one look at him would leave you a drooling mess over him. Not gon' lie, the guy was fine as fuck! with zero sense, if you ask me. He had short curly hair with honey eyes. A tall, muscular frame that kept the girls around him like a swarm of bees.

He had this stubble that made him look more mature than his age, donning all black; a black hoodie on matching black jeans, alongside his spotless white sneakers.

The guy was always clad in expensive clothing. Name any brand you can think of. Louis Vuitton, Versace, Gucci, Nike, Dior, Yves Saint Laurent. Anything.

His parents were one of Africa's biggest business moguls.

I'd know because that's Kiitan's biggest achievement. He couldn't do without talking about it. It was like an obsession. It practically gave him all the attention and spotlight he so desperately needed.

This guy was pathetic.

A fuck-boy, a bully with absolutely no SENSE.

He was so infuriating!

"Look at what you did to my face!" He growled at me, every trace of a smile on his face had completely dissolved into a grimace. I couldn't fight the urge to roll my eyes.

I rolled it. Hard.

"Your actions warranted a beating," 

"You groped me, you fucking retard! How many times have I told you to keep your fucking hands to your disgusting self?" I quirked a brow at him, my fists clenching in annoyance.

He smirked, approaching me with this sick, sick, smile.

I cringed in disgust, moving backwards.

By now, we had caught the attention of the students that were hanging around the corner of the hallway. They wanted every ounce of drama that they could get and trust me, they were about to get loads of it, if this bastard doesn't get his appalling self outta my face!

"Dunmy, sweetheart," 

I gagged. Like, I fucking gagged. I could feel bile rising to my throat, threatening to burst out through my mouth, leaving an irritable, scorching feeling, hanging in my throat.

"Oh, don't act like you don't like it," The bastard actually rolled his eyes! My face scrunched in disgust.

"Like you don't want a piece of this." He sneered with a sick smile on his face. 

I SAW RED.

FIERY, STUNNINGLY BEAUTIFUL RED.

I lost it, my backpack dropping with a thud on the floor and I charged towards him like a tiger that ran wild.

"You sick bas___

"Really, Kiitan?" I stopped short, confused at the disinterest that oozed off the voice that cut me off, preventing me from uttering one more word.

I watched as Kiitan's face hardened.

My brows furrowed, the anger that threatened to consume me earlier, dissipating into utter bemusement.

The masculine cologne slapped me right in the face, invading my nostrils against my will. His presence was dominating. I couldn't make out his face properly because he walked past me like a breeze, heading over to Kiitan who looked like a vein was about to pop out of his neck.

"Back off, Kiitan" His tone was cold, daring even. He wasn't addressing me but I felt the impact of his voice which caused me to veer backwards a bit, swallowing the spit that was starting to build up in my mouth.

"No, you back off, Malik." He spat out his words, glaring intently at him, his jaws locked rigidly.

"This is none of your business!" He shot at him, irritation seeping out of his tone. The muscular guy scoffed, inching forward, his tall frame almost swallowing Kiitan's.

He has an attractive back view though.

"I. Said. Back. OFF." He spoke, repeating his words, as though he wanted them to sink into Kiitan's empty ass brain. Kiitan scoffed, his gaze moving over to me. His honey eyes had darkened, a malicious glint sparkling in them and something even…darker.

"He saved you this time. There'll always be a next time, Gomez." He smirked at me and spun on his heels, strutting off.

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding.

But then, it hitched once he spun around to face me.

Beamer boy…

He strode over to meet me, concern-filled chocolate orbs fixed on me, leaving me so conscious of myself.

More conscious than I have ever been.

The burnt-orange, turtled-neck, long-sleeved top he wore was almost melting into his light skin with the stunning alignment it pulled off. It complimented it, enhancing his spotless skin. The striped material hugged his tall, muscular frame, augmenting his mouth-watering muscles.

He was like a huge life-size teddy bear.

His dark ash plaid trousers hugged his long legs and calves perfectly, blending with his sparkling white Nike air-force sneakers.

Pitch black hair that was tamed in a wavy low cut, and cleanly trimmed beards grazed his teddy and jaw, effortlessly giving off the beards gang vibes. The nice trim augmented his small baby-pink lips.

A really fine shade of pink.

Nah, this guy definitely knew he was a fine boy.

"Are you okay?" His deep voice sounded like honey, mixed with melted butter cut through my thoughts, reverberated through the inner walls of my ears and transcended me back to reality.

I blinked, tilting my gaze up to meet his.

He was just a few inches away from me, yet, I could feel his compelling scent arousing every cell in my nose.

I grimaced.

"I was fine on my own," I spoke up, my tone hard and laced with venom. If he was surprised or taken aback in the least, his composed facial feature and posture didn't give it off.

He was awfully relaxed.

He kept those eyes trained on me, watching my every move. That pissed me off, keeping me on edge. I didn't want him staring at me. I don't like it. It was…uncomfortable.

Or you just don't want him figuring you out...

Fuck you!

"I didn't need saving." I gritted out, balling my fists.

"I didn't say you did." His subtle response seemed to piss me off, even more.

"Oh, I am sorry, but do I look like a damsel in distress? Do I look like Cinderella?! Abi I resemble Snow White for your eye?" I scowled at him and he sighed.

"I tried to help and somehow, it's suddenly my fault?" He arched a brow at me, not batting an eyelid.

I scoffed.

"Well, I didn't need your help! I was fine on my own!" I fired at him. Then, a humourless chuckle escaped my lips.

"Wait, so you expect me to say thank you and worship the ground you walk on?" I questioned and scoffed.

"I—"

"Shut it!" I yelled at him.

"Then somehow, our paths cross again and we hit it off from there, eventually falling in love. Are you that dumb? Guy, get out of your head and find your way back to reality. This is not Wattpad where the school's golden boy saves the girl from bullies and they fall in love." I rolled my eyes.

The tall guy just stood there, watching me, his facial expression remained impassive.

"I wasn't doing this for you to say thank you. He was harassing you and I stepped in before things could get worse." He spoke, calmly.

"I'd actually choke on my spit if you say thank you." He told me, folding his arms across his chest, his biceps bulging out, threatening to expand the sleeves of his shirt.

Yeah, right. Rich boy feeling fly.

"I had it under control!"

"That wasn't your fight, beamer boy and it wouldn't hurt to stay out of it. Ugh!" I snapped at him, not having it at all.

"You really need to calm down, geez." He squinted his brows at me.

"Lectures start at ten. I shouldn't be exchanging words with an idiot like you. An idiot who clearly doesn't know how to mind his damn business!" I shot at him.

I was so irritated.

"You sound like you have some loose nuts in your head," His tone was calm, his words were pricking, punching through my skin, leaving a searing pain in it.

I swallowed, frowning.

"Excuse you?!" I fired and he scoffed.

"Yes, I wasn't expecting a thank you from you. I would have tolerated you walking out on me and not hurling insults at me like I was the one harassing you or something!" His voice was rising now, irritation oozing out of it.

My eyes widened in shock.

"Oh, please," He chortled.

"Get off your high horse and stop acting like the world revolves around you!" He was yelling.

He was yelling at me.

"You are not even my type. Why would you think I stepped in because I'm interested in you? Oh please, I'd rather stay celibate!" He rolled his eyes.

His words stung.

So hard.

"Girls like you, they disgust me. Rude, self-absorbed, foul-mouthed, an absolute ingrate with loose screws in the head! Yelling like Banshee and hurting people's eardrums!" He fired at me.

I veered backwards in shock, feeling a little light-headed. A shaky breath escaped me as I stared back at him, unable to wrap my head around what I just heard. I felt something hot prick the corner of my eyes.

It wasn't until something warm and salty dropped on my lips that I realized I was crying.

I was…crying?!

His eyes softened on seeing the tears in my eyes. He ran his palm over his face and exhaled, stepping forward. I reeled backwards, disgusted to the core.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I yelled at him through my blurred vision.

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. God, why am I rambling?!" He groaned, his chocolate orbs filled with immense worry and something akin to guilt.

I watched him, anger coursing through my veins, almost consuming me as a whole. The disgust and hate I felt for him tripled in size, hitting me all at once, and I could barely contain the surge of emotions I felt.

I blinked, the tears pouring down heavily.

Come on, come on, you shouldn't be crying!

Why are you crying?

Stupid, stupid, Tania!

"Fuck you!" I screamed at him.

I didn't think about my next action. I had done it before it dawned on me. I just didn't want to be here anymore. It was so suffocating. I allowed my legs to lead me and I took off, dashing off to anywhere but here.

Anywhere but where he was.

I have heard worse.

I have heard terrible, terrible things and I didn't even bat an eyelash. Why was I crying?

I was repulsed to the core.

I wasn't weak.

I wasn't vulnerable.

I was that girl that DIDN'T CARE.

A/N

*Sips hot coffee*

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Are we still there?🌚

Whoopsie!!

We have met biker girl.🌚 So, tell me, did she meet your expectations or she surpassed it?😂

Khalil's mouth no good, abeg.😂🤝 This is the typical you have met your match.😂

Kiitan, KT. What the hell is KT?😂😭

Riven and Raquel are so cute.🥺😭

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Love, Didi.♥️