24aΒ°/ Social Suicide

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Soooooo Sorry!!!! But better late than never, aye?

To make up for being sooooo late, but if it makes up, there will be a second update either tonight or tomorrow. Had to divide this chapter into two.

Enjoy!!


~DABI~


"You didn't sleep last night."

I snapped out of my reverie, literally jolted myself back to earth, and drew myself back to the bitter present reality.

School.

"Dabeluchi." Ebere called my name, looked up from her phone, and straight at me. Ebube, who sat at my other side, bore unimpressed eyes into the back of my head, as I looked at her sister by my right, her stare, unwavering.

I cleared my throat, sat up straight, and looked around the partly noisy class that was filled my classmates, making a fair amount of noise, and I would have asked why we weren't having any classes, then it occurred to me that it was a free period, and also, the one millionth time I had zoned out that morning.

For some reason, it felt like I had been walking on clouds since the day that Marcus Acha came to my dance class... Since that whole night it all happened. It was quickly becoming a new source of escape for me, the peaceful feeling of that night, I mean.

And a petty side of me went through that tweet again, and mentally threw shades and 'in your face!' and 'that will show you!' to whoever it was who tweeted that, and literally insinuated that I wasn't worth any guy who actually makes sense. Worth any guy who they had termed as 'Worthy'. Worth any guy who was placed highly in the Social radar.

Well; Joke's on them.

Marcus Acha of all people dragged himself to my dance class. And basically made up my entire night afterwards.Β 

So, they were wrong.

Although, a part of me, that insecure part of me that always sort to bring me down, kept screaming at me to watch my back.... What if his intentions aren't as sweet as I was thinking?

Bullshit. I always turned the thought down.

Everything about that night was true and real. And thinking about it was what I couldn't stop doing.

The euphoria of that experience, the calm, the warmth, it was too much for me to contain. Every time I recalled that Saturday Night, it was like I was setting myself into, immersing myself back into the peace of that night, getting high with the tranquillity, and that feeling of high seemed to actually overwhelm me, taking over the inside of my chest, stopping and dropping my heart for a moment, and in turn, spreading those chills and goosebumps round through out my entire body.

When I say that words do not even do justice to it, I kid you not.

And then, Marcus Acha had texted again last night, and I was so happy.

Β We texted. And texted. And texted. And texted. And texted. For so long. Too long, maybe.Β 

"You didn't sleep at all," Ebere noted, as she thoroughly scanned my face. "It's obvious."

"Seconded," Ebube whipped, behind me.

I started to get a bit self conscious all of a sudden.

"Stop, you look great." Ebere cleared up immediately, casually noticing my sudden discomfort.

I calmed down, just a little. "But, if it's obvious that I didn't get enough sleep, that means I must look like a mess," I swallowed, dreaded the possibilities of that.

"It has nothing to do with how you look," Ebere said.

"Exactly," Ebube said. "We just know you didn't sleep last night."

Jesus. How...?

"I did..." I muttered, lost eye contact with Ebere. Not just for too long.

The twins stared at me for a while. A long, hard while. Face, basic as hell, as they chewed on their gum, looking unbothered as shit.

One second, two seconds, both girls looked away from me, and traced their pretty, eye lined eyes, back to their phones. One more extra second, and they were thumbing away at their phones with furious speed.

The twins were not in a good mood this Monday Morning.

And it was all because of me.

Since that Friday that a random classmate had trolled me on Twitter, they have been dangerously furious, and they had sworn and pledged to find the fool -Β as Ebere had called her- and stab Soma's pencils into her eyes.

And since morning, they have been trolling back the anonymous troll, stalking, turning the whole of CH Twitter upside down, in all their rage.

Meanwhile, God knew where Chika and Soma had been the entire free period. They were there during Ms. Owunam's English class, sitting on their usual seat, by the other side of our row at the middle, by Ebere. All of a sudden, I tuned out of English class, and by the time I was back, it was already the next period; free period, and Chika and Soma had disappeared.

I asked the twins and their only response was, "Chika and Soma told you where they were going before they left." Of course, I had no memory whatsoever when that happened, but I was a bit scared to ask the twins more questions, so I let it be. I kept shut, and started to do a survey round the class to kill time.... Or kill anxiety. Why did I suddenly feel anxiety? I didn't even know.

Everyone was doing their thing, basically;

Most of the boys who sat at the back row that was dominated by the Sports Boys/Ballers, who unfortunately for me just HAD to be in the same damn class with me, were loud and unapologetic with their jeering as Aaron and Casper were taking themselves on in arm wrestling match, and crazy girls like Ziba were ever ready to actively ginger them on non-stop.

Winnie's mean and stuck up friends occasionally either butted in to monitor progress of the match between the boys, or talked out loud and engaging in baseless gossip with one another about celebrities and University Boyfriends.Β 

Some sadly socially awkward people like Charity and co, as well as David with the lisp, were basically either keeping themselves busy flipping the pages of books, pretending to be reading, while some, truly just decided to immerse themselves in the fiction world of the books they were reading, just to kill time and keep themselves, busy.

Some people didn't even seem to care genuinely; Either they were using their phones, and diving into Social Media, talking and chatting with their friends or dating partners, or like the scholar of the class, Chido Ihenna, seriously getting busy with their books, and finishing up assignments that were due next week.

The whole entire time, the most voices I could hear resounding the most in the whole class were the loud, jovial voices of Aaron and Casper, and in all honesty, as much as I tried, those boys.... Something about them wasn't sitting with me anymore.

Not after what happened that day. Not after what I partially witnessed Aaron do to that Ss2 boy - not after all those merciless lashes he had probably scarred that boy with that day, refusing to stop even after the boy was screaming as though he was being tormented and tortured by demons in hell. And the scariest part of the whole thing? How calm, peaceful, absolutely chillΒ  Casper was, hearing the boy's screams. He looked so unbothered, so undisturbed, while his best friend was out there, beating the bloody crap out of that junior boy.

And now, those boys were running around the class after their noisy arm wrestling game, joking around, playing, throwing, and showering compliments, and just filling up the air with a contagious, joyful, ever-so-happy and loving, childish aura.

After what they did that day.

Aaron, particularly, creeped me out a lot more than Casper did.

This morning, on my way to the Hall for the morning assembly with the twins, I noticed a cluster of SS1 boys, running so fast down the path, like little hysteric rats, away from something, and in a desperate attempt to get to the hall with all their might.

I nearly had a panic attack, wondering what on earth was causing all the chaos and commotion. I actually jumped, ready to take flight with the boys, and Ebube held me down immediately.

"Relax," Ebere said to me, and that was all it took me to take a closer look behind the Ss1 boys

They were running away from something indeed. Someone.

And behind all the commotion was Madness himself, madness in human form, Aaron Godson. The tall, disciplinary prefect was actually just brisk walking behind them, thrashing in the air, that belt of his that hell could have been a weapon of mass destruction, lashing it everywhere into the air in wild abandon.

All the while, there was a grin on his face.

I legit got goosebumps.

The Ss1 boys still got sent back by the Head Prefects, Giwa and Yure, and since Aaron was behind them, they couldn't go away from the hall arena. Apparently, they were cornered.

In Castron High, the Assembly Hall was usually closed by 7:30am, and every student who showed up after that time was sent away by the Head Prefects, and were sent to the other side of the hall; the exit, where the Disciplinary Prefects guarded, and were punished accordingly.

After the early morning race that these SS1 boys had to go through to get away from Aaron, and get to the hall on time, they still ended up meeting the mad man face to face, and with Kelechi Uwa, his co-prefect, by his side, they effectively granted punishment on them, as well as the multitudes of rebellious juniors that ended up, kneeling down outside through out the entire Assembly.

All the way, I noticed Aaron never let that grin on his face go, and he made sure to minimally slap each and every one of the SS1 boys on their heads, mocking them, and scolding them at the same time for stressing him that Morning by not keeping to time.

The twins and me had walked into the hall, at that moment - of course, we could since the prefects were our classmates - and I managed to hear Aaron telling the boys outside there, serving punishment, that he was coming for all of them after school.

You see the thing? He was smiling as he said it. The boys were terrified, he was smiling. Grinning, even. Till now, I don't even know if he was serious or if he was just playing with them.

Something seemed to be wrong with him in the head.

And now, he was acting like such a harmless fellow, playing around with Casper, and joining in with Winnie and her friends, shouting and hailing 'SHADES OF GREEN' as they hyped Shade Onam, the teen celebrity, a girl in Giwa's clique who the boys had made it clear to the whole class that they were obsessed with.

I noticed after they were done, Aaron skipped Charity and co, and attempted to move on to the girls around Ziba..... And I thought; Am I the only one who just witnessed that?

Aaron had moved from his guys; the ballers, then, he moved to Winnie's group of girls and chit chatted for a while, then, when he was done, he looked to the next set of people, Charity and co, and he barely even regarded the socially awkward group of girls, basically looked over them with one dismissive, unbothered, and uninterested glance, and was about to move on towards Ziba, with a sudden vibrancy and activeness that wasn't given off to the latter he had dismissed.

Woah.

I remembered how the set always shamed Aaron for being picky with who he talked to. How they insinuated that he would always choose who he wants to, and disregard the others.

That could be the most reasonable explanation as to why he had never actually spoken to me before, even in the midst of the sisters. All he ever did, when I was with the sisters, was glance at me and look away, or on some days, just basically stare at me for an uncomfortable amount of time, saying absolutely nothing while he was at it.

I started to even wonder if my classmates were right about Aaron after all.

It was his pal, Casper, that actually stopped in front of Charity and her friends; the girls that Aaron had disregarded, and he, Casper, started to playfully question them about the novels they were busy reading, smiling that sweet contagious smile at them all.

All the way, Aaron looked uncomfortable.

Β Very very uncomfortable. He still didn't speak to the girls anyway. Only Casper did. And for the briefest of seconds, Aaron looked...Β awkward?

It was Ziba who jumped in quickly to engage him the next second, and my mouth nearly dropped at how easily and free he became with her, giving her back even more energy.

Casper will talk to you, but Aaron will be forming, a lot of classmates said. And honestly... Could there be some truth to it? Could there really?

"SISTERS!"

I jumped for a moment, before my brain was able to decipher, clearly, the voices that just called out to me and the twins.

Chika and Soma were hopping into the class, and while exchanging pleasantries with everyone who showed them all their 32, and that is, including Ziba, and Aaron and Casper.

I prayed in my heart that they didn't bring those boys here, and I was indeed grateful with the fact that Ziba kept them too engaged for us at that moment.

"You didn't miss us too much, Lulu? Did you?" Soma was the first one who spoke as both girls reached me. Big, baby-like eyes shone brightly with pure innocence as she held on to the straps of her 'Thundermans' school bag, leaning against my desk, and moping at me.

"Wahala." Chika laughed and shook her head, settled in on her seat, and glanced at her wrist watch smoothly, like she was looking out for time or something.

"She didn't even know you guys were out," Ebube was the one who told them.

"Double Wahala then." Chika commented, got her glass case, brought out those her medical glasses I thought she had long thrown away, and stated wiping it.

"Look, Lulu," Soma blinked long lashes at me, and her big, pretty lips formed an adorable pout that hinted all her concentration and seriousness with whatever she wanted to say to me.

I couldn't actually help, but smile. "Yes, Soma?"Β 

"I learnt how to give quality therapy, so you can always talk to me, I promise I know how to make you feel better, okay? Don't let anything anyone says get to you, okay? Lulu Bear?" Soma said to me, rapped literally, in all seriousness. One I found really cute.

"I suck at therapy," Chika adjusted her glasses. Turned to me, and even through those thick rimmed frames, I could see that care and concern in her brown, small eyes.

"But, Dabz?" She went on. Raised a brow at me to ask if I was listening carefully, if I was following, and when I nodded, she smiled, a cool, side smile that was almost a smirk, and said, "If you need special lessons on how to bash bitches' faces in, I dey for you."

Soma gasped in horror, seeming to not expect what Chika said. But Chika seemed to mean what she said; If I wanted lessons on how to yunno what she said, she was here for me.

Ebere, who I thought was not even following in our conversation, had a tiny smile creeping on her pretty, caramel tones face, as though she was happy with what Chika said.

"No, seriously," Chika said. "Some people in this set need to get their asses whooped."

"Wow, so much violence!" Ebere spoke up in delight. "I love it!"

"I don't," Soma shook her head, softly. "Violence isn't cool."

"Trolling people on Social Media isn't cool either," Ebere dismissed Soma. "On God, I still want to see the face of the fool who said all those things about Dabi-"

My heart dropped painfully for a moment.

"Sisters, maybe we shouldn't talk about it?" Chika was quick to cut in, and the sisters were quick to agree, and Soma, without being asked, started to give us a summary of her favourite Henry Danger Episode.

I had long tuned myself out of the conversation. Or at least, most of the conversation.

And I realised that I wasn't the only one who did.

Soma was going on and on about how Captain Man and Henry Danger had accidentally sent Piper a video of themselves that that they had been trying to stop her from seeing, by stealing her phone, and I noticed one of the sisters had drifted away from the conversation, seemingly lost.

Ebube.

She sat there, staring blankly at something at a corner of the class.

There was something about that empty stare that creeped the fuck out of me.

She was so lost in whatever it was she was looking at that she didn't even realise I was just staring at her.

Soma's voice had filtered off in my head slowly, and so was al, the laughter from Chika and Ebere, and something deep in me was curious, so curious to find out what was causing Ebube's disconnection from the sisters.

I traced my eyes towards the direction she was staring at.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Just Classmates.Β 

I had half a mind to tap her.

Then, I noticed something.

Her stare started to move slowly from the spot it was transfixed earlier on, and I realised it was moving along with something there, literally following something there.Β Someone there.

What?

I blinked. Wiped my eyes. And realised.

Nana Obi, a boy in our class, who shared a seat closely with his friend, Chido, was rising from his seat, and Ebube's eyes was dead on, following the nigga, rising her stare with his movement.

What?

She just didn't stop staring at him, and I was getting even more creeped out.

Nana walked towards the front seat, and Ebube's eyes followed like an evil spirit.

He reached a girl in the front, talked to her, calm and gentle gestures while at it, and a warm, loving smile on his wickedly handsome face that showcased his braces.

Ebube was still looking at the boy. Even more closely this time.

The girl he was talking to seemed to blush. I couldn't blame her. With all due respect to every male in this class, Nana was incomparably the most good looking guy in our class.... At least, to me.

Full mane of hair that was curly, full, too full, too curly, and very pretty was one of the many things he had to be proud of. Also with his brown skin that resembled the colour of honey, deep set eyes that was filled with light and hope, and the most calming, most adorable smile he always, or at least, at most times, tried to have on. One that wrinkled the corners of his eyes in the most adorable way, and showed those braces he was known for.

Granted, he looked like an angel. He had that kind of beauty that would make you just want to smile when you looked at him. I couldn't blame that girl he was talking to for blushing like that.

Well, when I looked to Ebube, I nearly had a heart attack.

I couldn't believe my eyes.Β 

This girl wasn't looking at Nana anymore, but at the girl he was talking to.

And Jesus, that had got to be the scariest look I had ever seen a human being give another. And this is coming from a girl whose father is the devil's mate.

Ebube was looking at this girl with the hardest, most sinister, most dangerous, most vile, most murderous glare I had ever seen. I mean, Ebere could death stare, but this look Ebube had on that girl, it was death itself.

Chills ran through me as I imagined what must be going on through her mind.

Nana soon rounded up his conversation and took a T-square from her, one I figured may have been his own, because when he handed it to Chido, I recognised it as the same one the other boy had been using for days.

Ebube's look softened as it returned back to Nana. Maybe even softened too much? All that

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