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Hey guys! Guess who's back!!!!

~DABI~

"Ebere?"

I timed my confrontation willingly.

I had waited for the twins to be alone. Two of them or one of them, I didn't care. So, as Ebube left to go get their Sports backpacks, and Chika and Soma disappeared after they had repeated it over and over that they were going to get some drinks and snacks from the School Restaurant, I breathed out a sigh of relief.

Apparently, the twins had announced a spontaneous track try-outs for girls since they were already given the 'pop up' responsibility to be in charge of the Female Track team with another classmate, Prissy, just this afternoon.

I could only imagine how the juniors who wanted to be on the team felt hearing such a sudden announcement for the try-outs. I wondered if they were even ready. And as I watched the girls - about 10 to 15 of them or more - on their Sports Uniforms, hanging around the field space of the track, segregating themselves in little groups according to their classes and friend groups, and looking like they were on their way to face a heavy judgement scenario, I was certain the whole thing took them pretty off-guard.

The twins had clearly warned everyone who wasn't a part of the Try-outs not to step foot into their track, and as terrified of the two those juniors were, they did Ebere an extra favour of staying a good distance away from her until she was ready to call out to them.

"Yeah?" Ebere closed the lid of her water bottle, turned to me as she started to stretch her hands in a form of little warm up. "Yes, Dabi?"

"Can I.." I moved my shoulders uncomfortably. "Can I ask you something?"

She stopped for a moment like something crossed her mind, stretching hands pausing in the air as she tilted her head at me. "Sure, hit me."

If I said I wasn't nervous about how she was going to react to what I was going to ask her, I'd be lying. But why was I going to ask anyway? Well, somehow I knew that the twins were always about a 99% correct about their assumptions. Or at least about 98% correct.

"Okay so..." I started. "I just wanted to know..."

She looked at me, pretty eyes peering into mine, patiently waiting for my question to come out.

"Is there a possibility that Marcus Acha didn't share that video of us?"

Ebere didn't move a muscle on her face.

It was like my question didn't faze her, but somehow I was a hundred percent sure it most definitely did.

"Is there something you want to tell us?" She inquired. Her voice; surprisingly patient and calm.

Well, they were a lot of things I wasn't telling the sisters, to be honest.

If it wasn't for the leaked video, for starters, they wouldn't even have known that Marcus had shown up at my dance class.

And even now they are aware, they do not even fully understand how his entire presence made me feel that night. How good it made me feel. How warm and at peace it made me feel.

They'd only seen the video we danced together. And since the twins seemed to be clairvoyant - and many other creepy things- they swore they could feel how uncomfortable I was in the entire dance video, and they weren't wrong. I was uncomfortable. But I swear, the rest of the night after that was magical.

But maybe the entire time, I was just being stupid.

And honestly, I had woken up this morning to a sad reminder of how stupid and pathetic I was, and am.

If I had it my way, I would have stayed away from School today, but I wouldn't dare it. Mum had sworn she wouldn't let me do anything of the sort. Not even over her dead body.

And the entire school period, I clung onto the sisters like my life depended on it. Held onto Chika's arms, hid behind the twins, and ran up each time to make sure Soma didn't hop away from me.

It didn't stop me from catching all the deadly glares from girls who didn't like what they saw, and laughter and teases from guys who made insensitive jokes right about everything.

No one hated me more than Class F girls.

I actually wondered how those girls worked.

When this whole rumours started flying around, they were all over me. Saying hi and smiling with all their teeth, trying to get my attention and approval. All it took was for an online anonymous troll to come up and call me out and they suddenly had all the courage to show me how they really felt about me.

Is this how it works?

People like them will worship the ground you walk on, throw you smiles and fake love. But the moment, one person is brave enough to call you out, they see it as a chance to showcase every hate feelings they've been harbouring against you for so long. They come out and show their true colours.

I knew I wasn't exactly a person that people liked much in the set. I always heard all the back comments about me every goddamn time, but man, the hate has never been this open before.

I could bet even the sisters could hear all the comments clear and crystal this time around.

"See how she's now doing like someone that cannot talk!"

"As in ehh! But if it's to be rubbing her body on Acha like she was doing in the video, she will have energy!"

"So desperate! And acting like such an oblivious saint!"

"Omo, abi na Acha trend the video? He sent them the video na!"

"Who else! See how she was even looking at him as if she has never seen fine boy before! "

"Abi that beginning part that he was holding her! She's so love-struck! She doesn't even know he's just playing with her!"

"And she is so easy!"

"And he knows what he's doing! That babe should wise up, abeg! He just wants to make her look like a fool!"

And I understood the sisters couldn't go around fighting everyone for me. Sure, the twins weren't tired of glaring. Chika basically silenced everyone she looked at with basic looks, and Soma kept smiling at me and telling me everything was just fine. And honestly, all these haters could do was talk. As far as I was with the sisters, I was shielded, so no one was going to hover around me like Tekena did the last time.

However, some people took the news differently. Fortunately, some people who were clearly more relevant than the haters in the set seemed to not stop with the showering of compliments and praises. People like Krisdana Moe and Ziba had told me about a million times that I needed to be famous with my dancing.

It still didn't overshadow the haters, anyway.

And having the sisters witnessed everything that had gone down this morning alone with my stupid classmates, they had made it clear that they weren't in any way fans of Marcus Acha.

And in all honesty, I wasn't sure if I was one either.

"So?" Ebere raised her brow, waiting for me to answer. "You like Marcus Acha?"

I frowned. "Hell fucking no." I meant it.

"So, why does it matter?" She asked me.

I wasn't even sure anymore.

This afternoon, the twins had a meeting to attend. Chika had to meet with the Physics teacher, and when I realised Soma was moving towards a bunch of guys in our class who I didn't talk to, I ran away from her without explanation.

I found my solace in the most hidden part of the environment close-by.

Soma came looking for me with a few boys, but I refused to show up.

It was until I heard sounds of small laughter and giggles from the other side of the building that I noticed I wasn't the one lurking around the back of that Jss3 Building alone, and I ran like I was possessed, trying to get away from them, and bumped straight into Marcus Acha, nearly even falling down if he wasn't quick to hold me.

Seeing that boy was like a mental whiplash. It took barely seconds for my body to start to act up; my heart beat sped up, hands started to shake so much, and my sports shirt started to even stick onto my body with the sweat that suddenly started to spill out of my pores.

And with his hands on my body, holding me, I got glimpses, flashes of dance class. When he did the same thing. Had his hand wrapped around my waist, and how our bodies were close, so close, too close that I couldn't even move. How he managed to have my entire senses and body reactions at his own damn mercy.

"Who else! See how she was even looking at him as if she has never seen fine boy before! "

HOW....

"Abi that beginning part that he was holding her! She's so love-struck! She doesn't even know he's just playing with her!"

COULD I..

"And she is so easy!"

BE SO...

"And he knows what he's doing! That babe should wise up, abeg! He just wants to make her look like a fool!"

PATHETIC!

His lips started moving and the moment I realised he wasn't holding me anymore, I ran away from him.

He followed me down into the block and I nearly lost my shit!

I was hiding out in one of the last classes down the hallway, and hearing him slam open all the doors made my heart constrict, the shock zapping into my chest like electricity with each loud bang that slammed the doors open.

I legit thought I was going to faint from panic.

I was trying to keep myself together, stop panting so so hard as I hid right under the desk of the last corner of the nauseating classroom by the corner end, trembling and shaking, hugging my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth in terror, and momentarily searching all ends of the class for anything, ANYTHING to defend myself with, if he caught me here.

"Look, I know you may not believe me, but I really had nothing to do with the video that went viral on the School's page!"

I screamed 'LIAR' in my head when he shouted that.

"I have no intentions whatsoever of making you look stupid in front of anyone, I promise you. I'm just as confused as you are on how the video got out!"

I didn't move. Who else could have sent it?

"I came to see you on my own accord,"

He had said that before.... And I had believed him. I wasn't even sure anymore.

" And I wasn't going to let anyone know, I really promise."

To be honest, I wasn't even sure how to feel about that.

Of course, I didn't want anyone to know he was there with me, and I had my reasons.

And if indeed, he came to my dance class on his own accord, if indeed he didn't also send them the video, what were his reasons for not wanting people to know he came to see me?

Could it be that he was just embarrassed to let people know he was coming to see a person like me? Like, it would be a dent to his reputation?

Or was I over-thinking? Could he have successfully faked everything I saw in him that night to be good? Was anyone that good at pretending?

"And in case you may be doubting, I had fun that night with you."

If I said that my heart didn't stop for a second, I'd be lying.

It soon picked up quickly, started to beat even faster than it did before... But this time, not of fear or anxiety. It felt like something more intense than nervousness, but not as cruel as fear or terror. My heart was just beating so fast, I didn't understand why.

"I really really had fun." I heard him, and my heart skipped a few more beats, and sped up just a little bit faster. "Honestly, Dabeluchi. The joy was real and genuine, it's something I can't explain in words. I've never felt as much peace as I had felt that night in such a long, long time."

Thinking about it made me smile.

It was for me too, Marcus. It was.

I smiled recalling how good he made me feel that night. Found it in me to stand up, and a part of me wanted to walk to him.

But when I got to the door and got my hands on the knob, I had second thoughts.

This felt desperate.

The door pushed slightly open in front of me, but I didn't walk out.

I stayed there, thinking and contemplating if I should go see him, and I wasn't sure just how long I stood there.

But when I eventually got out to see Marcus Acha.... He wasn't there anymore.

"Dabeluchi."

I blinked, remembered I was talking to Ebere.

She stood in front of me, looking at me like she expected me to say something.

"I asked why it matters." The twin repeated herself.

"I'm just..." I shrugged nervously. "Curious."

Ebere shocked me by looking understanding.

"Okay," She was soft spoken. Sighed. "You know Ebube and I said that there was a 90% chance it was him?"

I nodded. "Yeah?"

"Well, that mathematically means there is a 10% chance he isn't the one." She said.

Umm. "I see."

"But, let's be honest. That's like 10 possibilities out of a 100, Dabeluchi," Ebere told me.

But it's still a possibility, right?

Our conversation was cut short abruptly.

Chika, Soma, and Ebube stormed in like a whirlwind.

"Sisters, what's popping!" Soma screamed first.

Chika rather bounced in with her, tearing a large paper bag open and tossing snacks and drinks to the sisters in reckless abandon.

"Ugh! Why are there so much Ss2s here!" She had groaned out loud as she glanced over the Junior girls from Ss2, clustering together, for the Track Try-outs.

I was reminded of the fact that Chika absolutely hated Ss2 girls.

"No! No! Give me Fanta! Chi Mama, I said I want Fanta naw!!" Soma was whining to Chika, as she tried to exchange her bottle of coke with the Fanta in Ebube's hand.

Chika had tossed a jam donut in a white nylon towards me, without warning, and Soma had shoved the Fanta she had snatched away from Ebube into my hands to grab my Sprite instead.

"Indecisive much, Soso!" Ebere had commented on my behalf.

"Seconded!" Ebube said. "She took mine too, and still exchanged it!"

"And they're littering my track field with snack wraps oo!" Ebere realised, suddenly wanting to pull out her hair in frustration.

"Who wants meat pie!" Chika shouted. The girl was already sitting on the ground, balancing, spreading her legs, and scattering all the wraps of donuts, meat pies, and eggrolls on the grass.

"Hehe! Ebere looks like she wants to kill you, Chi Mama!" Soma giggled, finding the entire thing funny apparently.

"And you guys take way too much soda!" Ebere complained as she opened her bottle of coke. "Do you know how much calories one bottle of coke has?" She drank from her bottle.

Ebube's eyes widened immediately.

"No, we're not supposed to be drinking soda right before games," The other twin panicked.

"140 Calories," Ebere completely ignored Ebere. "One bottle of coke equals 140 Calories!" She drank more coke. Her sister looked like she had seen a ghost.

"And relax, Ebube," Ebere finally gave her attention. "We aren't doing shit today. It's Try-outs."

Ebube realised. Shrugged. Popped open her own coke bottle and drank from it too, giving in.

I just laughed to myself, and dived into my snacks as well.

The twins did well to ignore us, and focus into commencing the Senior School track Try-outs.

"Where's Prissy?" Ebere had asked her twin.

"She said she'd be here, soon." Ebube answered.

'Hope she is aware we'll start the Try-outs without her." Ebere said.

She wasn't even joking.

Ebere had a Coke bottle in her hands, calling the nervous Ss1 and Ss2 girls to order, and picking out her first five to be 'on their mark', for the first round, and Ebube stood by her, arms folded and eyes carefully studying the girls Ebere had picked forward.

I joined Chika and Soma on the grass as they seemed to still be bickering something about the snacks, and I tore open my nylon of egg rolls, looked around the thing and wondered how I would eat a thing like eggrolls in public.

Without asking questions, Chika exchanged the wrap of meat pie in her hands with my egg roll, throwing a comforting smile along with it.

I was grateful. Also wondering how she easily understood my very very awkward situation.

However, I nearly choked on one bite of the meat pie when I caught sight of someone.

Right behind us, I saw the person who I least expected walking past the track field we were on, and seeming to be heading out into the road side by it.

I snapped my head so fast away from him, daring myself to not get caught by him.

He couldn't see me here. Marcus Acha could not see me here!

I couldn't even control my body anymore because it didn't even take up to ten minutes after that my head snapped back to him. Luckily, he was already on the road side and heading towards the basketball court.

"You! You! You! You! And You!" That was Ebube's voice as she selected all the five girls that just competed on the track. All of them.

"All of you, out!" She said. "You didn't make the team."

Meanwhile, I was struggling between looking to and looking away from the court where Marcus had already gone in, settling with his friends and a few other guys.

Low-key, even if it as once, I missed being with him.

God forbid! Dead it, Dabeluchi! If you don't die in his hands, your classmates will probably have your head for it.

A shot break was announced for the twins to take some food while the other girls shook in their toes, getting ready to be called up next for Try-outs' and possibly eliminated too.

And I guess I was the only one who was able to pick up the things that happened the next moment.

Soma and Ebube seemed to be having trouble with the same thing that was difficult for me; Looking away from the Basketball Court.

But the two seemed to be doing so for clearly different reasons.

First, Soma looked like a horror film watching Kaniru's boys on that court. She would glance back at them from time to time. This should have been the third or fourth time I had caught her staring at those boys like they were ghosts.

I knew those boys had a reputation for being dangerous as hell, and I was also certain that Soma wasn't the only one who was terrified of them in the set. But something about Soma's fear for them was glaringly alarming, this time around.

I only wondered what was wrong. And with the way, Marcus Acha eased into the bad boys all around him and his friends, playing games with them, and having the best of fun.... I even got uncomfortable.

How did he even get people like them to like him?

Should I really be hanging around a boy like Marcus?

Ebube, rather. She seemed to be alternating between intently watching something on the court, and slowly trying her shoe lace.

I didn't even need a saint to tell me who she was watching. There on the court, just as Nana had made a clean basket, the entire place was shaking with cheers and jeers from the guys who were hailing him.

The twin.... Smiled.

I raised a brow. How was I the only one seeing all these?

"Ebube, I'll be back in a sec," Ebere said to her twin who was still busy with the shoelace, telling her something about wanting to head into the block to find Prissy.

Soma jumped to follow her, and Chika suggested it was time for her to go for her Volleyball game as well.

It was so quiet after they had gone. All I could hear was the clear chirping of birds in all our

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