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+Bimbo+
I had to stop myself from laughing the moment Clara poured that wine on me. She did get my hair and beautiful black gown which Daniella had picked out for me wet, but then again, my hair and gown were both black, so she did not achieve any major damage.
If I knew her as much as I think I do, she would not give up on him. Rather she would try harder in order to make sure I do not get him. While I, on the other hand, will definitely get him then dump him just so it hurt her.
I had told Dan that the game was over, yes, the game was over. I was through playing with Clara. Now I was serious, although I was really disappointed that the worse, she could do to me was to pour wine on me, she could have done better, probably poured the whole punch with its bowl on my or better still start a fight which I would pass and make her look like a fool. But no! She poured a stupid wine on me.
While I was dancing, flirting with Desmond I had seen Ikem leave the hall, I wondered if he left because he was bored, tired, jealous or probably disgusted. But whatever his reason for leaving was, it did not change the fact that he owed me serious explanations, one being why he was stalking me. Now to think of it, the idea that someone who was not psycho, but hot was stalking me got me excited.
I decided to walk around the car park in search of the red baby boy, I did not have to walk for more than a minute before I spotted the car, but when I looked into the window he was not there. I turned around slowly scanning around the car park and buildings close to it, to see if I could spot him before I completed a 360-degree turn, I saw him on the highest balcony of the Humanities faculty.
He caught my eyes and for a few seconds, I just stood there staring at him. ‘Why are you acting so star struck?’ I asked myself and immediately shook my head then went to meet him. As I walked, I wished I did not have to go up that many steps in order to meet him, but I had to, curiosity always took the better side of me.



+Ikem+
I got bored so I left the hall. At least that was what I kept telling myself over and over again when deep down my stupid conscience kept on screaming and mocking me ‘you are jealous’
I walked straight to my car immediately I left the hall but when I pressed the open button on the key and heard the car buttons go up, it dawned on me that I was not in the mood to drive. I scanned my environment and spotted the balcony of the Humanities faculty.
The next day would be a Sunday, so nobody would miss me if I passed out in school.
I folded my arm and rested it on the top of the railing, the gentle breeze hit my face, and a faint sad smile spread across my lips and I wondered why, for some unknown reason, I was sad but as sad as I felt, I was happy. Why? I did not know, it was just one of those times when you get a mixed-up feeling and you want it to disappear but at the same time you want it to stay a little longer.
From the balcony, I could see the full car park, the entrance to the hall, which is meant to be called an auditorium, but the lazy students decided to shorten the name, I could see two of the school’s parks, another car park, each faculty had its own car park, but since the auditorium was close to the Humanity faculty, they both shared the biggest car park in the school.
I inhaled the cool night breeze and looked at the entrance of the auditorium, wondering whether to go back inside and join my mates in dancing and probably drag Bimbo away from Desmond. Probably I was jealous because if I was not jealous, I would not have found out his name. I bent my head and rested it on the railing out of boredom but brought it back up when I saw Bimbo walking out of the auditorium. She paused at the entrance. As if an important memory had hit her hard on the face, then she continued walking towards the car park. My eyes followed her every movement as she walked round in search of something or someone, then I saw her walk towards my car, I curiously stared at her, as I wondered why she would be searching for me.
She noticed that I was not in my car and slowly turned around, I wondered if she was really searching for me, then our eyes locked. I did not want to stop staring in those eyes that seemed to glow in the dark until she shook her head in an annoyed manner and walked off.
I was taken aback, I wondered why she should be annoyed at me and a mischievous smile spread across my face, this was probably the way she would forever greet me. I was weird, usually, most girls went all gooey when I was around, some pretended not to notice me, but I ended up gooey like the others. But she, she seemed to just get annoyed at my presence, like I was a challenge to a part of her like my very existence challenged her entire being. I nodded my head and looked around to see her, but she had disappeared. I sighed and looked at the entrance to see if she had gone back inside to meet Desmond. Thinking of that guy annoyed me
“Start explaining why you keep on following me” I turned around almost in shock when I heard her voice from behind me. She had the cockiest smirk a girl could possibly have on her face as she stood in front of the door.
“Really? Cause to me it seems like you are the one hot on my trial” I smirked back at her
“Ha! Don’t amuse yourself too much” She said walking towards me “It leads to a deflated head”
“Ouch, I am hurt” I teased when she reached my side
She put her hand in her purse and brought out something from it then held it out in front of me. “You thought I was going to do something interesting. Right?”
I looked at the thing in her hand and I had to stop myself from smiling. I was impressed. She was really sharp
“Explain” She demanded
“What is that?” I asked as if I did not know what it was.
She sighed “It is a webcam that uses Bluetooth; apparently you have a video on your laptop that I want”
“Why do you think it belongs to me?” I asked again, I was beginning to enjoy seeing her frustrated
“Because I saw your car” She looking really pissed, somehow, I felt she only gets this annoyed when she was around me
“I think I like seeing you angry” I teased, and she raised her hand to hit my face, but I caught it in the air “Wow! That is how much you hate me” I smirked
“You disgust me.” She can.



“If you had not been doing the dance of shame a moment ago that statement might have hurt” I retorted
For a brief moment, she looked shocked, and I thought that would shut her up, but she bounced back at me even stronger “Ha! I knew you were jealous!” She shouted in my face
“I was not!” I defended and shot back at her “I was more of disappointed, or wait, what is that word? Disgusted”
“Don’t flatter yourself” she shut back and pulled her hand away from mine “Whatever I do is none of your business!”
“Really?” I said in a calm voice and with a settled expression as looked into her eyes and they still glowed, except that now they glowed with annoyance “Your eyes really glow in the dark”
“What?” She looked way beyond shocked and frozen and if she had a lighter complexion, she would be red in the face
“Thank you for bringing my webcam,” I said as I took it from her hand, and she still did not move. “But you did not have to go through the trouble,” I said as I walked away from her
“I did not bring it for you!” I heard her scream before I found myself face down on the ground with her on top of me
“If I had not landed on my hand I could have gotten injured,” I said as I spun upwards with force, and she fell beside me
“What a pity” she sarcastically said and got up from the floor and landed on me too and pinned me down again
“Argh god! My cloth is going to be so stained!” I said getting annoyed
“Really?” She grabbed my collar and brought her face dangerously close “Tell me what I want to know”
“What is wrong with you?” I asked between clenched teeth “Do you have a death wish? You don’t grab a guy’s collar. Ever” I warned and pushed her to my side and got on top of her. Her eyes stopped glowing and there was this gloomy look in them that I could not place my hand on, but it seemed like fear and my anger softened. “You are not as strong as you think you are. Stop deceiving yourself”
“I never said anything about being strong,” She said even more annoyed than I was “I want answers”
“And you are not getting any?” I shot at her
“Why!” she scream-asked
“Because…….” I had no answer, I could have lied to her when she first asked me for an answer, but I wanted to see her annoyed so badly that I had to pull her legs. I smiled at myself, guess I finally saw her angry side “If I stand up from you, would you leave me alone?”
“No, I want answers!” She said and grabbed my collar again
“Again with the……” My hands slipped from her sides and my lips crashed on hers. For a moment we both just laid there, staring into each other’s eyes, her eyes seemed to sink inside like her brain was telling her a horror story.
I pulled away from her and stood up then dusted my trouser, it was really dirty “I was not following you; I was following Mr. Okon. Did not expect to see you there too” I said and began to walk out the door.
“Wait” I turned around to face her “Take your webcam,” she said as she stood up from the ground. I looked at my hand and noticed that it was not there
“Thank you,” I said and began to walk out the door but stopped still facing the door “What do you have against Clara?”
“None of your business,” she said and pushed past me.
As I walked down the faculty I wondered why she was so scared, it was not like I was going to do anything to her, that was definitely a mistake, although a part of me wished it was not” She was hiding something that was clearly none of my business, but I wanted to know it.
As I walked into the car park, I saw a black Sedan drive past me, and I could have sworn that I saw her in it and she looked like she was asleep. I shook my head and continued walking to my car scared to think that I had already begun to see her in my head.

To be continued…

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+Daniella+
The fundraising venue was beautiful! It had pink ribbons everywhere and blue drapes and white balloons and the chairs and tables where covered in white, pink and blue. It was like they had picked a colour for each decoration.
I slipped my right arm into Tobi’s left arm, and we walked in like the perfect couple while Bimbo followed us, we took a seat at the front of the hall where the usher had directed us to.
Tobi was a total gentleman. He pulled the chair out for me and waited till I sat down before pushing the chair back in, then he took his seat right beside me. Bimbo sat on the other side of the table and made a ‘yuck’ expression at Tobi’s being a gentleman, I winked at her and she turned her face away and began to scan the hall and I did the same too. It seemed as though we were one of the first to arrive and I do not like being early to events, it is just not like me, and I guess we were both in sync as the nervous expression she had on her face gave her away
“So, Bimbo, when will your date arrive?” Tobi asked
“Daniella dragged me here” Was her short answer
“If I hadn’t, she would be sleeping by now” I defended myself.
“It is eight in the night, you sleep at night,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone, and I sighed
“So, what do you think they have to offer?” I decided to change the topic
“I don’t know, let’s check the brochure” Tobi signalled for a brochure from one of the female ushers. It seemed they had all agreed to come in really skimpy pink and blue gowns and ‘kill me high’ heels. I was pretty sure that they all felt really pretty but to me, they all looked really desperate.



“Let’s see…” He opened the booklet and read out “Opening prayer, Speech from the VC, Speech from the Registrar, Performance by the school’s drama group, Speech from the management of the orphanage, presentation by the orphanage children with the donation basket passed around and food served, dance, dance, dance”
“Is that how they wrote it?” Bimbo stretched her hand over the table and grabbed the brochure from his hand
“Nope” Tobi replied then turned to me “This is probably going to be boring”
I nodded in agreement then looked towards the entrance of the hall and gasped. Bimbo followed my gave and smirked “This might not be boring for me after all”
Bolaji had walked in hand in hand with Cynthia and I could not say I was jealous, but they looked like the perfect couple, and it made me sick. He was on black all through except for his red tie and silver wristwatch and Cynthia was in a red gown with black stripes. His eyes seemed to catch mine in a dare before he looked down lovingly at Cynthia and pecked her on the forehead. My stomach ached like I had not eaten for days, and I squeezed my face. Tobi shifted on his chair, and I could have sworn that he had noticed my sudden change in atmosphere. I watched as one of the ushers attended to them then turned my head away from their direction to face Bimbo who now had a mischievous smile on her face
“You know them?” Tobi asked like what seemed out of courtesy and I turned to face him and nodded “X?” he asked again
“No, not even close” Bimbo answered for me “Playmates”
I heard the chair of the next table being pulled out and I gulped really hard “Sorry” Tobi said and handed me the bottle of water into the glass cup and handed it to me. I accepted it with a quick thank you and took a big gulp then I used my eyes to ask him to look behind me, he picked up the signal, smiled and looked behind me by moving only his eyes and nodded with a curious smile
“And here comes Mr. Ego,” Bimbo said with a smug look facing the entrance of the hall, I followed her gaze and lo and behold! I saw the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. No offence to Tobi and Bolaji, I mean Tobi is Fly, Bolaji is cute, but that guy is a three in one package. He was also dressed in black and red like Bola but instead of a plain pant trouser, he had on a pencil jean and had a black Allstar with red shoelaces. He had a smooth smirk on his face and somehow, I felt it was directed at Bimbo. This guy was definitely egocentric. I watched as he took a sit on Bolaji’s table and quickly turned my face away when I noticed Bolaji and Cynthia had caught me staring but Bimbo kept an evil smirk on her face with an evaluating look as she kept on staring at him.
I looked at the entrance again and kicked Bimbo’s legs under the table, she got the message, and the evaluating look disappeared from her face but only the evil smirk remained. “Nice to see she brought my toy”
“When is this going to start?” I said rather than asked
“Now,” Tobi said and brought out a PSP from his pocket “And now the boredom begins”
The opening prayer was done by one of the little orphanage children who was wearing a white shirt with ‘Hope and Faith’ written on it, The VC gave his speech which was mostly to gloat about his achievements since he became VC, then the Registrar gave her speech to commend the students for honouring the fundraiser, She said something about not expecting to see these many students and I looked around the hall to see it was filled up with most students. Throughout these two speeches Tobi kept on playing with his PSP, Bimbo for some reason paid attention to the whole speech and I, well, could not pay attention to anything other than ‘Why is Bolaji here?’.
The school presented its drama which was about a girl who got pregnant at an early age, gave birth to the baby, then dumped him on the roadside and ran away, someone finds the baby and takes him to an orphanage home. Guess which orphanage home, yup. Later in the future the girl gets married and cannot have a child and then she begins to look for her child. You know how those predictable stories go. But I had to hand it to them. The acting was great, even Tobi had to put the game on hold and watch.
The orphanage manager gave his speech on how hard it was to maintain the health of the children at the orphanage and how they were trying their best and something about it being our chance to help the orphans. Then he presented the next act.



A group of children wearing white shirts with Hope and Faith written on it came on stage and they received a round of applause. I noticed that Tobi had put his PSP back into his pocket and was also clapping for them
Then a little girl stepped forward and she was given the microphone. Some older children already had microphones with them before they came on the stage.
The piano was played, and they sang ‘I have a dream’ by Abba gold, but I noticed that the little girl did not sing loud enough for her voice to be heard even though she had a microphone with her.
When they finished singing the pianist stopped playing, they stepped down from the stage, but the little girl remained, and the pianist began to play again.
The little girl stepped forward, close to the edge of the stage and then took in a deep breath and began to sing “I believe the children are our future, teach them well and let them lead the way, show them all the beauty they possess inside….” The moment she got through the first line of that song everybody began to clap for her, some students even whistled, and the ushers began to move from table to table with the donation basket.
She nailed the song without missing the keys. It was amazing! An usher walked to our table with a basket and Tobi dropped a cheque in it as well as Bimbo, I put my hand into my purse and brought out the money in it which I had put there earlier with the intention of donating it although I had my doubt. But in the spur of the moment, I dropped it into the basket with an open heart, and I wondered if the little girl’s big voice had anything to do with it.
“Wow,” I heard that guy that Bimbo had been looking at say from behind us then the usher moved to their table
The fund-raiser was soon over. And it was time for the after-party called ‘dance, dance, dance and menu, menu, menu’. The buffet table was set, and the DJ took over and began by playing ‘Mr. Endowed’ by D’banj, then ‘Mo lo owo’ By Ice Prince and The Prince, Sam clef and whiz kid and more songs followed, even ‘Windeck’ by Cabo Snoop.
We all stood up and danced and I noticed that all the school officials had left.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Bimbo said and walked over to Clara and Desmond and pulled him away from her and began to dance in a really flirty way and Desmond was really enjoying it like his girlfriend was not around.
The music changed to ‘Oleku’ by Ice Prince and Brymo and everybody began to slow the pace of their dance, Bimbo stopped dancing dirty on Desmond then threw her arm around his neck then whispered something into his eyes that I really wished I had heard because he looked really turned on after hearing it. He was quite tall, so she tiptoed up and gave him a peck on the lip in a teasing manner then pulled away and continued dancing and whining and grinding all over him. At that point I knew this was no longer a game, she was not doing this for the money anymore. It was now pure revenge. This was our final year, and exams would be coming up in about two weeks and it seemed like she wanted to leave a mark not only on Clara but on everybody. She had no plan from the start to let Clara have him back after she paid her, she planned on breaking them up without hope of repair. Clara finally lost it, and I could see the glaring angry look in her eyes as she stormed towards the buffet table.
Tobi, I continued to dance as we both kept on trying to stay up to date with what was going on Bimbo’s side, Tobi was a good dancer, what the heck! Compared to me, the girl that hardly danced, he was the best dancer alive! he made me look like I could dance although at first, I was a little intimidated by how good he was, he told me to relax and have fun. So I let him lead me and tried copying his moves which made us both end up laughing, most especially when the DJ played ‘Windeck”
I saw Clara return with a glass of red wine in her hand and walk towards her boyfriend and Bimbo then pour the red wine on Bimbo. Luckily for her, she was wearing a fitted black gown so only her hair and face looked wet, although the cloth did seem tighter
Tobi and I stopped dancing along with a few people who had noticed and stared at them to see the next reaction “Should we help her out” Tobi asked, not from his natural goodwill but out of courtesy. I was about to say yes when I saw a victorious smirk playing on Bimbo’s lips “She knows what she is doing” I said to him with a smile “Let’s continue dancing” the DJ started playing ‘Holla at your boy’ by Whiz kid
“I am guessing it is none of my business” he sighed, and I nodded then we continued dancing. Bimbo walked towards us while we were dancing and whispered in my ear “I’m through with the game” then walked out of the hall
Still dancing, I looked over at Desmond and Clara and saw Desmond walk away from her “Hope she enjoys her revenge” I whispered but loud enough for Tobi to ear and he nodded his head in agreement and we both continued dancing and did not even bother with asking me about the meaning behind my statement and I noted in my head that if this was his true nature I would begin to fall for him in no time.
A slender figure came between Tobi and I and I noticed that she was wearing a red gown with black stripes
“I am a better dancer” she had a very seductive voice and her hands-on Tobi’s neck
“I can tell” Tobi smiled at her then shot me a confused look
“What about Bola?” I asked her still shocked that she would steal my date.
“Oh, he refused to dance” She simply said without even looking at me and already dancing on Tobi.
I frowned at her back and Tobi smiled “Of all the thousand and one dates to dance with. Why mine?”
“Because mine chose you” I was shocked by her answer, and I truly hoped that she was only pulling my legs. Then she pointed at the buffet table where Bola was serving himself with a punch drink. I looked up at Tobi and smiled so that he knew I was okay with him dancing with her. Not like I ever had a problem with it.
I went to meet Bola by the Buffet table and picked a plastic cup and poured orange juice into it. “Is she trying to get you jealous?” I asked him and I could have sworn that he was not expecting me to ask him that question, from the shocked expression in his eyes. I looked behind me at Tobi and Cynthia and it looked like they were really enjoying themselves
“Is he your boyfriend?” He asked like he really did not care but I could see right through his ‘cool guy act’ like Sherlock Holmes
“I asked you a question first” I smirked. He was definitely jealous
“Maybe” He shrugged, dropped his cup on the table then walked out of the hall and I sighed and followed him.
When we got to where he had parked his car he turned around to face me and asked: “Why are you following me?”
“You are angry,” I stated.
“No, I am not,” he said slowly like he was talking to a child.
I shook my head and stepped closer to him, and he did not move backwards, although the angry look in his eyes faded into pure curiosity. I touched his cheek and smiled. “I think I won the game without even playing” I teased. He turned his head away from me, but I still felt like pushing more buttons. “And no, he is not my boyfriend,” I said with a smile then turned to walk away from him “So I am going to walk away from here knowing that I won, even though you don’t seem ‘guguey’ over me” for a moment as I walked away I felt overwhelmed with disappointment but I did not know why but as I took my second step away from him he grabbed my hand and pulled me back turning me around to face him and our eyes locked and what I had been avoiding finally happened.
He leaned forward and gently placed his lips on mine, and my will to resist seemed to have taken off to Paris. His lips gently caressed mine till I gave him entrance. I slipped my hands around his neck and the gentle kisses turned into hungry passionate kisses but for some, as usual, unknown reason, I wanted more. My hips began to move on their own accord, arcing forward and my chest began to rise and fall to a rhythm that was all too strange to me but I had no control over my body
He began to lift my gown up and I could feel it go all the way up my thigh, we were in the open but as I implied earlier, my common sense had taken off to Paris. But his was still around, he opened his driver’s seat door with one hand while the other still caressed my laps and not breaking the passion, he slid in with me on him
He released my lips, and I protested and captured his with a hunger that had to be illegal. I dropped my purse on the passenger’s seat and undid his tie then I began to unbutton his shirt still kissing him with so much hunger. It had been like seven years since I had kissed a guy, and he was that guy. He pulled away from me and before I could protest again, he began to trail kisses down my neck. By now my gown was raised up to my waist and saying that I was wet was an understatement. I did not even notice that the zip of my gown was down, and he had slid it down my shoulder until I felt soft wet kisses on my nipples.
I cupped his face and raised it up a little and looked into his eyes still panting and he had that look that those romance novels say he should have at a time like this, so I pushed him to lay back on the chair then I began to trail soft kisses down his chest. I really wanted to stop but I could not, the only thing I could think of was Avril Lavinge’s song “All my life I’ve been good but now I am thinking, what the hell” my hand began to move to his belt. He cupped my face in his palm and gently rose my face to look into his eyes
“Are you sure?” He asked with so much hunger and concern in his voice, and I could tell that it was hard for him to combine the two, although it turned me on, it also flew common sense back to Nigeria and into my head. I slowly shook my head, and he smiled then placed a light kiss on my lips and sat up. I adjusted my sitting position too to sit sideways on his lap then he helped me zip my gown back up and then I rested my head on his shoulder, he responded by cuddling me so gently, I could feel our heartbeat rise and fall in sync and I felt like he was an extension of my body and wondered if I would be deceiving myself if I denied haven fallen in love.

To be continued…

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+Bimbo+
After I watched him leave, I walked to the nutty professor’s office and lightly knocked on it
“Come in” his voice sounded calm and expectant from the other side
I turned on the voice note recorder on my blackberry before I slowly opened the door, making sure I looked my humblest before I walked in, I shut the door behind me with my face lowered and my eyes scanning the ground like it had some hidden answers
“Yes who are you?” he asked rudely
“I’m sorry sir” I raised up my head so that he could see my face.
“What is your name?” He asked looking all serious, but I could tell he was still going through the embarrassment I caused him the previous night.
“It’ Nathalia” I lied.
“So, Nathalia what brings you to my office?” He asked as he motioned with his hand for me to take a seat opposite to his table.
I bent my knee slightly as if kneeling down on the air and stood up straight then walked to the chair with my head down.
“So why are you here?” he asked again after I had sat down.
“I’m sorry sir, for the embarrassment I cause you last night,” I said with a shaky voice.
I waited for him to speak but he did not. So I continued. “It was probably under the influence of alcohol, and it would never happen again.”
“Are you aware that I could get you expelled for that sort of behaviour?” He asked just as I planned, although it was sooner than I had planned, but whatever.
I wanted to tell him that he was a fool, that I was not that naive, that if he tried to get me expelled for that he would lose his job because it was against the school doctrine that a lecturer had an ungodly affair with a student but I controlled myself and quietly said “I’m sorry sir” with my head down.
“Meet me at the Emirates and we will work something out” His voice was still thick and a little frightening even as he said that.
“Sir, but” I looked up at him with pleading eye but saw that his face was still thick so I quietly nodded my head “Can I go now,” I asked still looking sober
“Yes, you may,” he replied gesturing to his door.



A wild smile spread across my face the moment I left his office and shut his door. ‘He is going down’.
I walked to my faculty to wait for my next class since it was about to start.
As I entered the class Clara was already there, our eye locked and I smirked then walked to my sit.

+Daniella+
“Hi” I love your shoes,” I said with a warm smile to Tobi. I had decided to just approach him as a friend, instead of leading him on, although I have always had this high tendency to change my mind ‘If you know what I mean’.
“Thank you,” He said in this cool manner that said ‘I have received better compliment’ or maybe it was my imagination.
I looked down at his hand and notice he was reading a James Patterson Novel and I smiled and sat next to him. It was the school park; I could sit anywhere I wanted.
“So what do you like about his novel? The crime or the crime-solving, I personally like the crime” I said in order to break the silence.
“You read Patterson’s novels?” He asked as he closed his book.
“I read everything I lay my hand on,” I said with a gentle smug smile “But I do enjoy reading his novels. He is one of my favourites.”
He kept on looking at me with an amused smile.
“What?” I asked in a defensive manner.
“It’s just that most girl who looks like you are more into romantic novels,” He said but quickly added “No offence.”
“None taken” I took the book from his hand and looked at the cover then looked at a still surprised him “Kiss the girls, Alex Cross’ niece gets kidnapped along with some other gifted girls, by Casanova, the last victim escapes and she is the biggest clue to the case” I smiled and looked at him, he looked like he expected me to go on “Do you really want me to tell you the whole story?”
“No,” He said and took his book back from me “Nice to meet you. I’m Tobi” he stretched out his right hand to me still sitting.
I wanted to say ‘I know your name already, and you are my next chosen, I will make you a better man as you will forever watch your back after I am through with you’ but I kept it to myself “My name is Daniella” I said as I accepted his hand of friendship.
“There is a dance coming up, it’s organized by the school for its charity program, I really don’t want to go but if you’ll be going, I could go,” He said with a light shrug like what he had just said meant nothing to him and I smiled at how cute he looked acting like that.
“A dance, when?” I seriously did not know of any coming up dance.
“This Saturday.”
“How come I didn’t know of it?”
“Because it is a fundraiser and nobody really likes fundraisers?” He joked..
“That must be it” I nodded to myself.
“So are you going?”
“Sure! I mean who doesn’t like fundraisers?” I said with sarcasm and a bit of amusement and he laughed.
“Okay, I’ll pick you up at seven” He laughed and stood up.



“By the way, do you happen to know where Mr. Okon lives?” I asked as I stood up.
“Why?” He asked standing up too.
“Nothing much, I heard his wife is a judge, and I kind of need to sue somebody” He laughed.
“Come on! Don’t you think I’ve read too many Detective novels to fall for that?”
“No, you haven’t.” I feigned surprise and he smiled again.
“You want to frame him,” he said with a serious voice and I did not respond, I had not come back “He leaves at number 30 main road in Festac, you can’t miss the house.”
“Why are you telling me now?” I asked after I came out of the shock that he decided to tell me the address after guessing ‘almost’ correctly on my motive. Almost, because I did not want to frame him, I wanted to destroy him. Why? Because nobody, I mean NOBODY ever blackmails me!
“Because let just says I owe him a favour,” He said looking straight ahead like he was having a flashback.
“Uh” I kept my mouth slightly open.
“He ate from my plate behind my back and I found out,” he said in the same calm manner that he had earlier spoken to me in.
‘Note to self. Never eat from his plate, or better still don’t play this guy’ I smiled nervously as I looked away from him.
“What did he do to you?” He asked less serious than he had been a second ago and I could tell that he was one of those guys who never got attached to people.
“Well, he hasn’t done anything yet apart from sending me an indirect threat,” I said with a smug look.
“You are smart” I took it as a compliment.
“Thank you, I know, but I have received better complements,” I said even looking smugger, he had a shocked expression on his face and I began to laugh. “I’m just kidding” he sighed “But seriously let’s drop the topic,” I said and we continued walking.
When we got to the car park I turned to him and smile “Thank you for walking me here.”
“I could be doing something better with the time” My mouth fell open at his response but I closed it back and I laughed.
“Nice one,” I said as the laugh faded into a smile “So can I hug you to say till next time, or should we shake hands or should I just wave?” I asked.
“Why not do all three?” He joked and I smiled and hugged him.
“Thanks for the company I really needed it,” I said once I was done hugging him, his musk smelt like Axe and I wondered what Bolaji’s musk smelt like but I kicked the thought out of my head the moment it came in.



“My pleasure,” he said like a perfect gentleman and I had to smile again
“Here is my number” I put a piece of paper in his chest pocket and walked away with a smile playing on my lips.
I spotted Bimbo’s Car and walked to it. Her windows were wound up and I could not see anybody in the car, I also noticed that the driver’s seat was not visible too. Which by the way was odd, one; Bimbo always left her driver’s window up when she waited for me, 2, where was the driver’s seat? 3, who steals driver’s seats?
I moved closer to the car and peeped inside and I took a breath of relief when I saw her laying back on her driver’s seat. She looked at me then pulled the seat up as she pushed the open button on her door. I walked round to the passenger’s seat and got in and before I could ask her any questions she was already bombarding me.
“Where have you been?” She said as she pressed down the glass button on her door “Do you know that it is five o’clock already? Do you know what could have happened to me? Oh, wait, you wouldn’t” She started her engine and I kept on looking at her like she had just seen a ghost.
“Why the out bust?” I finally asked when we got back home, although I did not expect an answer from her.
“His restriction order is over and he came to tell me,” She said as she plunked on the bed.
At first, I wondered to myself ‘who’ but as I raced my mind back, and a picture came into my mind “My love for you is like a thousand oceans, swimming at the beat of one rhythm. My heart, and echoing at the sound of your voice” I recited in his exact words and she shot me a warning glare.
“Anyways, guess who I met today?” I asked jumping on the bed next to her
“Santa Clause?” She asked half none concerned.
“Yes, Santa, Rudolf was there too. Oh and his chariot was gold and red” I said sarcastically and she smiled “I met Tobi.”
“You don’t say!” She returned the sarcasm and I pouted at her.
“Nyways, I got Mr. Okon’s address, do you have the tape?” I asked as I grabbed my pillow.
“Yes, but I don’t want to end this just yet. We need more incriminating things on him” She said gazing at the ceiling and I could tell that she was thinking of something, maybe it was terrible.
“Okay, um, are you going for the fundraiser?” I asked as joined her in staring at the ceiling although there was pretty much nothing on my mind.
“If Clara goes.”

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+Bimbo+
I looked up at the sun as I walked into my faculty and I wondered why it had not blinded me already, because I had a habit of staring at the sun whenever I was confused or thinking. But I was not confused I was just thinking. To say the truth, I really had a lot on my mind and academics was not one of it.
I had to ruin that lecturer’s life. Why? Because, well I just had to. He was an offender! He blackmailed my best friend, he ruins young girls’ lives, and he is unfaithful to his wife. All this and my main reason was just that he tried to mess with my best friend. ‘I wonder where the zeal to fight back was all those years of being oppressed by Clara.’
I entered my class which was filled up to the brim and took my usual back sit in class, I almost found it funny how the class could be so filled up and yet nobody ever took my sit. It’s not like the seat belonged to anyone like in the secondary school days, the sits are just there, what I would call ‘come first, pick me’. I rested my head on the desk waiting for the lecturer to begin class.
My eyes began to scan the floor for anything interesting even though I knew there would not be then my thoughts took control again as I remembered ‘Mr. I’m so hot and rich’. I wanted to throw his money on his face! In fact, I wanted to burn it up! Why? Well, this game was not just about the money. It was about how the money was gotten. Fine I made my first million through this means but see, I’m not from a poor home. I just do not consider my parents’ property as mine, plus if I was playing him and he gave me the money, there would be no problem there. The problem there was that I did not know him; I have never seen his face, and even worse! He seemed cockier than I! And the new me does not like competitions.
“She is not in school today!” I heard the class representative announce after a few minutes with my head on the desk.
“Why,” a female voice asked and I was like ‘duh? How would he know? Clara.”
“She went into labour today” I guess he knew why.
I gently got up from my seat and walked in my usual fast manner to the door not bothering to look at Clara who I could tell was glaring daggers into my skin by just sensing the atmosphere plus I could feel her eyes pierce my back, but as sick as I was I found it quite pleasurable.
I glanced up at the sun then continued walking to the car park as I left the faculty. When my car was in view I put my hand into my handbag and brought out my car key.
“Excuse me” I turned to the bass voice that came from my left and my eyes almost froze at the sight.
“You” I managed to say between shock and disgust.
“So you remember me! I’m so flattered” he smiled and I wanted to land a fist into his face, maybe two.



“Why are you here?” I asked as I looked around me to make sure that nobody saw us together.
“I school here,” he said blankly as he followed my eyes which were now looking to see anybody who I could use to get him away from me
“I know you school here. Why are you standing here and talking to me? Have you forgotten about the restriction order?” I glared at him and went back to scanning around me for people and now I was good with any Tom, Dick, and Harry.
“It expired after a two year” still scanning around my environment for anybody I saw a red car park far at my right, I mentally calculated the distance from my standing point to the car ‘I can make it’ I said to myself, worst case scenario he catches me, kidnaps me and then makes me have his baby and he leaves happily ever after with me chained up in his room till death do us part. “The judge’s assumption was that I would have gotten over you within one year. And I have” He continued.
“That’s nice” I nervously said in a hurry and ran towards the red car.
I lightly but hurriedly knocked on the car window as I kept on glancing over my shoulder and to my not surprise he was just standing there and staring at me ‘please open’ I prayed internally and my prayer was answered. The window slowly slid down.
“Please, get me out of here to the nearest station” I begged.
“Get in,” the person in the car said and I ran to the other side of the car and got into the passenger’s seat.
He started the engine and I closed my eyes in order to calm my nerves. When I was as calm as I could possibly get I opened my eyes to say thank you but “You!” was the word that came out.
“Nice to meet you too,” Mr. I’m so cool said. Talk about being stuck between the devil and the red sea. Unfortunately, I had to pick the devil.
It’s like this; if I chose the red sea, I drown, die and go to the devil. If I chose the devil, I still have a chance of salvation. Because the devil played with you first and between the time he used playing with you and the time he used to kill you, Jesus might just swoop down and save you.
I pouted my lips and huffed “Can today get any worse?” I asked more to myself.
“Now I’m hurt” I looked sideways at him and my mouth almost dropped as I saw him smirk. I angrily ran my hands through my bang a brought out the money he had left behind on the night before and I threw it at him.
He almost lost control of the steering wheel but he was an expert driver because he got control almost immediately. I didn’t want to imagine what would have happened if he had not.
He looked down at his legs where the money had fallen and he smiled and shook his head which only made me angrier
“You shouldn’t throw things at a driver,” He said then parked his car at the edge of the road “Do you want to get off?” He asked me like he was talking to a ten years old cry baby
“No! Are you crazy?” I shot at him. “I had to choose between the devil and the red sea and I chose the devil” so keep on driving and annoying me till we get to the nearest police station.”
“Wow! An order in my own car” he sarcastically said and started the engine
After about five minutes’ drive, we parked inside a police station. I got down from the car and ran in.
“Miss, can we help you,” A policeman said rather than asked and he sounded really rude
“Yes, I’ll like to leave a statement concerning my life” I side offering him a little smile even though it was forced. But only I knew that
“Why,” he asked still like it was his duty to just ask
“I think somebody wants to kill me” He brought out a paper pad and began to write
“Do you have any evidence?” He really asked now.



“Well no, but I know he will” I fumbled with my hands as I spoke.
“Has he ever threatened to kill you?” Back to the starting question things.
“No, but he used to stalk me, I sued him and the court put a two-year restriction order on him to prevent him from coming near me but now the order has expired!”
“Well, you are overreacting, if he stalks you again come back,” He said like he had been rehearsing that line all his life.
I opened my mouth to say a few nasty things to him but I held back. I sighed and walked to the door to leave. “I’ll have you know that you will be fired and will never work anywhere in your entire miserable life if anything happened to me. My Uncle is the head of The Nigerian Police Force” and with that, I left.
I walked quietly out of the police station and began heading towards the gate. I had not told that guy to wait for me and after the way, I had acted he must have been more than happy to leave me stranded.
“Disappointed?” I heard his voice from behind me and I slowly turned around to see him leaning against his car.
“Why are you still here?” I asked pretending to be mad at him as I walked towards him.
“You left your bag in my car” He simply said.
“Oh” I was really disappointed, I thought, well I don’t know, maybe he waited because he cared. You know, that would have been nice.
He held out my bag to me and my spirit sank even more as I took it from him and turned around to leave.
“You are quite the stubborn one” He teased and I felt a slight smile creep unto my face “Do you really think I’d let you go like that? Without explaining to me why I am here in the first place” he continued.
“Did you really think I would go like that?” I turned around to face him again and for the first time with him, I really smiled. “Without getting your name.”
He smiled back and got into his car and I walked to his passenger’s seat side and entered.
He started the engine and reversed out of the police station.
“So you did not get that room” he teased as we entered the main road.
I looked at the floor of the car where the money had landed on but did not see it so I immediately searched my bag to make sure that he hadn’t put it back in and I heard him laugh. His laugh was so warm but yet sounded amused. Not seeing it, I relaxed and smiled.
“He looked sideways at me like he had a thousand questions to ask me but he decided not to, at least not now.
“Please take me back to the car park,” I said as we got into school.
“You just ran away from there,” he said.
“Maybe I overreacted” I shrugged and looked out the window.
“Maybe” he rose an eyebrow at me and smirked.
“You know you should really stop doing the smirking thing,” I said as I looked out the window and saw Desmond walking with Clara “It would be considered charming if it were another girl.”
He laughed lightly and said “interesting” I wanted to ask him for a way to that word but I remained silent till he pulled up in the parking lot.
“His name is Chinedu” I began to say expecting him to cut me off by asking me who I was talking about. But he did not so I went on “He is mentally sick, he used to have this huge crush on me that I never knew why, and I kind of read people so I could tell that he was nothing but bad news waiting for an anchorman. He asked me out I told him, no, and even though I had told him no he kept on stalking me, whenever a guy approached me he would confront me, I couldn’t take it anymore so I told my parents and they got a restricting order hoping that when it ended, his insanity will be cured” I finished saying and took a deep breath waiting for his question.
“Let me guess” his face looked a whole lot serious and I think I saw a different side of him so I gave him my full attention, “He said something about being over you.”
“Yes” I squealed and immediately held my mouth with both hands and he smiled as if to say cute.



“I have to go to class now,” He said then opened the door as he started the car engine “Guess I didn’t end up having breakfast” he murmured to himself as I came down from his car.
“Thank you,” I said when I got down with my hand resting on the car door. I was about to close it when I remembered that I did not know his name “What is your name? I’m Daniella.”
“Ikem,” He said and flashed me the fat thief’s signature smile from home alone one.
“Do you chew gum?” I asked, for some reason I did not want him to leave.
“If it is Orbit or Wesley” He answered.
I put my hand in my bag and brought out a packet of Orbit and handed it to him “Sorry for making you skip breakfast.
“Thank you,” he said as he took it from me.
I smiled and closed his door then I watched him as he reversed and drove out of the parking lot. I had to say, maybe, if we had met at some other place and time, I would have really liked him.

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+Daniella+
“So what did you do?” I squealed as she entered the room. Then I jumped up from the bed and tackled her to the ground.
I had been sitting up on the bed and staring at the door all night, waiting for her to come home and the smile she gave me as she looked up at me told me that waiting all night rather than sleeping was not a waste of my time.
“That man would never forget this face” she smirked then added, “I sort of felt sorry for him though.”
“What did you do?” I asked still excited as I got up from her. She stood up from the ground too and dusted her jeans.
“I pretended to be his girlfriend who he was cheating on and gave him a series of bitch slaps. You should have been there.” She smiled.
“You are evil!” I said as I tackled her again. She tried to wriggle herself away from me but she couldn’t so she finally gave up but her giving up only made tackling her boring so I got tired and let her go.
Later that night I laid down on the bed with my face upward and staring at the ceiling throughout the night because I could not sleep, or probably the sandman was angry at me so he only put his sleeping dust on Bimbo’s eye. I turned my head to my right to see Bimbo sleeping soundly and I wished I could have a clear mind like hers, but wishes will always be wishes; as my mother will say.
Anyways, whatever the case might have been concerning me falling asleep. The fact was that no miracle in the world could make me sleep. Because I had a lot of matter in my mind and somehow these ‘matters’ seemed to just pile up and increase and tonight it seemed they were having a party.
The funny thing was that I knew what I was thinking of. It was none other than Bolaji, Mr. Okon and how to approach Tobi and finally what my life would be like after I had finished this game.
Since I started this game I haven’t been bored but to be honest with myself, I have been more troubled than I was in my peaceful boring life.
I looked up at the fan and began to count how many times it made a 360 degree even though I was quite sure I got it wrong on every count, then slowly my eyes began to close and I was so grateful to fall asleep.
“Sleeping beauty wake up!” I pretended not to hear her. “Wake up!” she shouted even louder.
How long had I been as sleep that she was already waking me up?!
I couldn’t take the disturbance any longer! I turned around till my face was covered with the bed then I used my pillow to block her voice from getting into my ear.
“If you don’t get up I’ll pour iced water on you.” she threatened and it worked. I jumped off the bed still feeling sleepy but if there was one thing I hated more than having my sleep disturbed, it was having my sleep disturbed with water! Not just the regular water from the regular tap but, no! Freaking iced water from the freaking dammed freezer.
“What’s wrong with you?” I screamed at her once I got my eyes to open.
“You are late for your class,” She said with her voice so calm that you would think I had been screaming my lungs out at a different person. And somehow I couldn’t say anything to annoy her so that I could hear her scream back at me because my head was blank, I couldn’t come up with anything. I sighed deeply and walked into the bathroom.



+Bolaji+
“Dude, why don’t we ever have food in this house?” Ikem asked finally, after opening ever cupboard in the kitchen, even the oven, microwave and the fridge which hardly even had water in it.
I looked at my hungry friend standing in front of the kitchen door and clutching his stomach like he had not eaten for days, I smirked then walked to the centre table in my sitting room and picked up my car key before I gave him a reply to his question “Because there are two boys in this house and no woman”
“Yeah! I forgot. What about Cynthia?” he said as he released his stomach and stood in front of me
“She is at home,” I said with a shrug “So what did you get yesterday”
“Nothing much, just his address” he shrugged too “um guy, Bimbo, can I have a physical description”
“I don’t know, she is slim, probably those size two model types, hot, have you already met her?”
“I knew she was the one” he said as a slow mischievous grin crept onto his face.
I kept on staring at him in a questioning look until he noticed after coming back from whatever world he zoned out to
“Oh, sorry, I think I met her,” He says and bends to pick his key up from the table and smiles mischievously at me when he stood back up “I need a proper explanation on everything that is going on between you and this Daniella girl”.
“If you are going to get me in the middle of a psychopathic game, I need to know why.” he added then took a sit on my favourite one sitter couch and motioned his hand to direct me to the two sitter couch which was directly in front of him, my favourite couch, the couch that I liked because, I don’t know, I just liked it.
“I have to go to class” I tried to make an excuse but he knew me too well
“No you want to get food before your class which is about two hours from now, we have the same class, then you go and do something relating to that girl before you go to class,” he said with a smirk.
I pleaded with my eyes hoping it would work, it always worked on my mother until the whole marry Cynthia thing came up but that also clearly did not work.
“Look. Bola, if you don’t tell me what is going on here, I’ll stay out of it. Plus the story can’t be that long” He said now with a serious face.
“Okay” I gave up on trying to evade my upcoming interview but, like all bad stories end, I gave up and sat down on the couch which he had earlier motioned for me to sit on
“Good” he laughs “You are easy. So now tell me why”
“Seven years ago I went for a party, I gave a girl, maybe four classes lower than me her first kiss and never met her again, and the probability that I liked her was high. In year four I see this girl in my school, I watched her every move and find out that she didn’t have a boyfriend, only this girl that I always saw her with. Every time I saw this girl I always got fascinated and wanted to approach her but my ever-loving parents wanted me to get married to my child hood friend, who I had begun to see as a sister. I could still approach this girl and talk to her and become friends. But you see, that is not the problem. The problem is that I might have wanted to be more than friends, so I decided to stay away from her and focus on my life which my parents were trying to control because they had money. Then on one fine afternoon, as I was about to get into my classroom, I bumped into her, she ‘codedly’ flirted with me but I could tell because I remembered her even though she didn’t remember me, because the first time we met I had my hair braided. But now it was cut and neat, or maybe she just completely forgot.
Anyway, I decided to juggle her memory a little bit and she runs away. Later she tells me that she and her best friend are into this sick game where they play boys who have spoilt, rich girlfriends or fiancées and that she was only telling me this so she wouldn’t hurt herself. But her telling me that was like her rejecting me before I even asked her out. So I asked her to play me. So I need all the information around her to tell me what kind of game I am in for” I finally stopped talking and Ikem still kept on looking at me like he expected me to say more.



“So basically, you are in love,” he says without his usual smile
“No, I’m not. I just, I don’t know, but I am sure it’s not love, it’s curiosity, I guess” I said as I stood up from the couch and looked at my wrist watch.
“So what’s it with this lecturer?” he asked as he stood up from my favourite couch
“After hanging out with her I could detect that she was still a virgin. So when I saw her deep in thought I made her tell me what was wrong and she told me, about that Mr. Okon of a man who thinks that he can get something that I haven’t gotten because he can threaten her with her marks. I decided to show him that money, the tool that my parents used to tie me down for so long, is the most powerful weapon in the game of power”
We both walked out of the house. Me, well not thinking of anything other than finding out if that lecturer had dropped his stupid game. Ikem, I did not know what he was thinking of until he spoke
“Does She know that you are about to do something bad to that guy?” he finally asked once we got to our cars
“No” I simply said as I opened my car door.
He then began to laugh, still laughing he opened his car door, made an attempt to enter then stopped, came out of his car and looked up at a very confused me.
“Imagine being stuck between the red sea and the devil,” He says with a mischievous grin then gets into his car and drives off. Leaving me staring after his car as it left the gate.
I shook his last sentence out of my head as I got into my car. I had way too much to think of plus trying to understand what ever that guy implied was like going in circles around a jungle. That guy is a genius and trying to understand geniuses only turned you mad.
So I moved what he had said to the back of my mind and started my engine.

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+Bimbo+
“Hey, Liz!” I called out to one of Dan’s course mates who was having a gossip frenzy with a group of girls that I would never want to catch myself dead talking with. You know, those flabby girls with skimpy clothes who think they are so hot and spend their time gossiping about people like them or like Liz who is the opposite of her gossip partners. I wonder how they met!
“Hey!” she called back and continued with whatever topic she was dictating on.
“The Registrar asked me to call Mr. Okon.” I lied as I stopped walking and stood beside her “Have you seen him?”
“No, I haven’t,” she said it like I wasn’t even there.
“You know trying to wash me down in order to feel important in front of your friends doesn’t make you any better,” I said glaring at her.
“Mr. Okon just left his office. If you hurry up, you can catch up with him.” One of the girls said with a sigh.
“At least one of them isn’t snubitch” I said as I walked off to the car park ignoring their eyes that were piercing lasers into my back.
The car pack was filled up with cars and I wasn’t sure if he had left yet so I decided to wait for a little and just when I was about to leave, I saw him walk towards a silver Mercedes Benz. I tagged along my left in order to get a clear view of the car and a smile spread across my face as I saw a young girl laying back on the passenger seat of his car trying to prevent herself from being seen. I immediately took my BlackBerry out of my Jean’s pocket and took a picture. Then I walked away in my usual fast manner. Dan says that I would look like a model if I walked a little slower but what can I say? I can’t walk slower. Not now when I was tailing a nutty professor.
I got into my car, started the engine and reversed out of the car park, I then waited for the nutty professor to drive ahead of me and then I followed. I knew he would not notice me because from all the information I had gathered about him today, he seemed to be that type of guy who thinks that he is so invincible that the world could never have anything on him plus no girl had ever pulled the red card on him so yup he felt his time hadn’t come yet.
I looked at my mirror and noticed a red Honda Baby Boy at my back “wow” I whispered to myself. That car was fine! I then removed one hand from the steering wheel and used it to untie my hair which I had tied up in a bun then using the same hand I brought out my lip gloss from my jean pocket and put the head between my lips and started unscrewing with my eyes still fixed on the Silver Mercedes in my front of me. The car turned right, and I followed leaving my lip gloss in-between my lips and using my one free hand to turn the steering right. He turned left again, and I followed again, after a while of going straight I drew my lip gloss out of my mouth with my left hand and the cover immediately came off. I then applied it then held the cap in-between my teeth and screwed it back. Then I placed the lip gloss back in my pocket and looked at my mirror again to make sure my lips were not looking like they just came out of an oil factory. Satisfied with my lips I smacked them together still looking at the mirror. Then I noticed the red Honda again.



I looked at the silver car in front of me and then up at my mirror to see the red car at my back.
If I stopped, the car might be filled with really porch robbers who might kill me and I would also lose track of the nutty professor. I decided to keep on following the professor and accept my fate. Plus, for all I know the car might just have been going in the same direction that I was. After all, I was the one tailing someone.
After a few more turns Mr. Okon parked in front of a club. Club Clarinet to be exact.
“I parked my car in an empty space far away from his car and then I noticed the red Honda pull up in another free space.
I waited to see the owner of the car and my jaw almost dropped to the ground!
‘Baby boy in a Baby Boy!’ I mentally squealed. A good thing I am a very focused person. I snapped out of it almost immediately and walked into the club as I winked at the bouncer. I somehow felt disappointed that the guy from the Baby boy did not tag me to kill me. But rather just happened to be heading to the same place that I was. Because as sick as it may sound; bad boys turned me on!
I spotted nutty prof sitting on a couch at the corner of the club alone then I looked around for the little handbag that walked into the club with him she was already at the bar chatting with the barman.
I walked over to him pretending to be tipsy “can I rest my head on you?” I asked but sat on his laps before he could reply “You are soft like Santa!” I squealed and giggled then I rested my head on his shoulder and took in his scent. I felt like filling a thousand gallons with vomit and I frowned but immediately wiped the frown off my face as I remembered my reason for being there, in that club, sitting on that man’s lap and resting my head on his shoulder. The thought of ruining his life made me smile genuinely and I began to move my index finger in a circular movement on his chest.



“Seems you already have a guest, I guess I should be leaving.” I looked up and saw his handbag of the day.
I got up furiously from him and slapped him across the face. “How could you!” I screamed in order to get the whole club’s attention.
“What?” he asked looking all innocent.
“Argh!” so you came here with a girl! Liar! How could you! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” I forced tears out of my eyes and slapped him again. “You were going to cheat on her and use me!” I slapped him again. At this point, I was so glad that I used to be part of the drama group in church when I was younger because I would have busted into a fit of laughter just from looking at the confused expression on his face.
“She is drunk.” He tried to defend himself and I slapped him again.
“Shameless old man! Better go and get married! Look at yourself!” I screamed, “Aren’t you ashamed?” I noticed the girl leave the club from the corner of my eyes and a little smile almost crept onto my lips “I will teach you never to mess with a lady.” I added in a venomous loud voice “This is war!” I screeched and stormed off to the bar leaving him standing and staring at me in shock. The club busted into a fit of laughter and I smirked to myself and walked to the bar.
“What can I serve you?” The barman asked with that smile that all employees who deal directly with customers are meant to have before I could even take a sit on the barstool.
“Mix something up for me, not too strong, not too light,” I said giving him a warm smile before he turned to face his cabinet of wine.
“What a performance” I turned my head to see the same guy that came down from the Red Baby Boy.
“Thank you.” I smiled at him then turned my attention to the barman who was now mixing some concoction into a wine glass
“Could I have the honour of ordering a drink for you?” I heard him say.
“Oh? You are such a gentleman.” I teased “But I already ordered mine.”
“Then could I take the bill?” he asked again.
“If you take the bill I’ll ask for six more shots, a roasted chicken and a room to stay in when I am drunk.” I said with a serious face “You don’t want that happening.”
I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and saw him smirking then the barman kept my wine glass in front of me with a warm smile and I briefly returned it before staring at my wine’s colour. It was yellow, green and red and I almost called him back to ask him how he got the three colours to stay separately but I held back. Then I noticed the slice of lemon at the edge of the wine glass. I picked up the glass and drank slowly trying my best to ignore the guy beside me.



“Nice!” I said to the barman once he came to my side again. He smiled and showed me the bill for my drink. My eyes almost popped out and all of a sudden, the drink didn’t seem so fabulous again. Fifteen thousand naira for a glass of concoction wine! I looked beside me and saw that the guy was gone but I noticed a wad of cash on the table beside me and a note with it. ‘You should get that room too’ the note read.
I was furious! Who did he think he was? I looked around the club and he was nowhere to be found, and I noticed that nutty prof had disappeared too.
I put my hand in my back pocket, brought out my Debit card and gave it to the barman, then picked up the money which Mr. ‘I’m so fly and cool with cash and I’m flaunting it’ left behind.
After swiping my card on the card reading machine the barman gave me back my card and I stood up and let the club.

+Cynthia+
Now that Bolaji had his eyes set on that girl, I would become free! I would blame our lack of connection on her and I would be free! Bolaji seemed ready to take whatever challenge that came with getting that girl and these challenges included our parents.
I looked at the mirror and smiled before turning my face back into the miserable look that I had been practising for the past one hour. I looked like I had been crying for hours, and my eyes were blood red. I then dialed my mother on Skype, and she immediately answered.
“Sweetheart, what is wrong?” She asked looking all upset and I busted into tears.
“Tell m.” She pestered.
“Bola does not like me anymore!” I busted into more tears.
“Why would you say so?” She asked.
“He has been hanging out with this girl a lot and when I asked him about her he kept quiet than the other day I walked into his apartment and saw him kissing her” I cried some more.
“What?” My mother screamed, “I will make him pay.”
“Mum, please don’t let him know I told you, he might never love me again and please don’t tell daddy, I am sure Bola will love me back,” I assured her.
“Don’t worry dear, I will see what I can do to change his mind.” She said in her motherly voice and for a moment I felt horrible for lying to her, but I had to get out of that stupid marriage contract.
“By the way, what is the name of this girl?” She asked
“Daniella Okonkwo” I answered as I made a few more tears drop out of my eyes.

To be continued…

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