37Β°/ Bad Things

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Hey, guys🌝β™₯️

So, some people have been asking me for an update schedule...

And, honestly, I had been trying to avoid this because well, I'm a very spontaneous person and I can't predict myself a lot of times, so I can't tell if I'll keep to schedule.... Or disappoint your guys(which I don't want to).... But, oh well, it's high time, I get a bit organized and disciplined, so I think I will make a schedule and do everything in my power to follow it.

Update days are Tuesdays and Fridays, from the hours of 7-9 (morning or evening time, it depends)

That being said, if I miss any day, I will have to double update on the next update day. And also, I may randomly give surprise updates on any of the days I'm not supposed to be updating (depending on my mood), so watch out for those surprises, lol.

After all has been said....

Move on to the chapter.
(Songs for this chapter are: Bad things by Camila Cabello and MGK, Tonight by John Bellion, dtf by Ckay, and Almost Summer by Jordan Fisher)

Oh, and Special shout out to devil_breaker your comments really made me feel s good and warm, thank you β™₯️








~DABI~

Lately, I have been feeling like an undercover secret agent on a deadly, explosive mission.

And I'm not even exaggerating shit.

I had been lying a lot to the Sisters these past few days, especially each time we were doing assignments or tutorials in either Chika or Soma's place, and as soon as the time hit 7pm, I was forced to think of new and more creative lies to tell them, so I could sneak out of their presence.

Just to see Marcus Acha.

I would tell Mum that I was going to stay over at Soma's place a little late, and knowing her, she wouldn't bother me too much or call Soma to confirm, so I needed not worry. In reality though, I wasn't staying late at Soma's place, and as said before, the moment it hit 7pm, I was up and out of her house.

Just to be with Marcus Acha.

These days, it seemed like too much of my thoughts were centred and revolving around him, and hell, a good amount of my time as well.

Marcus and I had been spending an awful, nearly healthy amount of time together.

Too much quality time, if I must say, and we did the most random, and unusual things together: Like picnic at a bonfire, Netflix and chill at a game arcade, and then, just yesterday, we decided to go to a children's amusement park and after I had chickened out on most of the rides, we came to a compromise and decided to have ice cream on the ferries wheel, and the whole night, we ended up talking about the most random things: Like puppies and primary school. Raindrops and roses. Oh, and Zendaya.

However, asides Somadina Best, not a single other soul knew about all these.

No one could know that Marcus Acha and I were hanging out with each other this much.

Not especially the students of Castron High.

For the past one month of our resumption, it had been rumours upon rumours with both our names, and it had been the most exhausting one month of my life. So, I couldn't risk them finding out that I was still hanging out with Marcus Acha because I was scared of an even bigger uproar. The madness in CH was too much, and best believe, I wasn't ready for the unnecessary attention - good or bad or neutral- I just wanted to be left alone in peace, that was all.

And Marcus had been nothing but understanding.

Just as we agreed, in School, we were strangers; we didn't talk to each other, we didn't dare. We wouldn't even glance more than once at each other: in the assembly hall, in our combined classes, literally everywhere I saw him and he saw me, we both deliberately acted like we didn't exist to each other.

I would walk by him and his friends in the Hallway, with the sisters by my side and a straight look on my face, completely acting like he wasn't even there. He seemed to even get into the role better than me, because all the way, he'd be leaning smoothly by the door of his class, arms loosely folded as he laughed casually with a large group of noisy Art boys, alongside his two friends, Sean and JJ. And he ignored me so perfectly, without an atom of care, and one would think that indeed, Marcus Acha and Dabeluchi Orji never even knew each other in the first place.

But that was far from the truth.

It was all an act.

And it seemed to have worked to an extent. The old rumours were still there, although dramatically reduced. Figures, the twins had said it themselves, "In Castron High, rumours die faster than they spring up," and I prayed it would be my fate too. So, maybe, if Marcus and I could successfully pull off actively ignoring each other in School for the next one month, and keep staying undercover like this, then maybe, just maybe, our names would completely be out of the mouths of the students of Castron High for good.

Hopefully.

And then, maybe again, afterward, I would look for a way to tell the Sisters the truth, and make them understand.

Hopefully.

Until then, I didn't need to worry about that, I guess. I enjoyed every bit of the present too much that I didn't want to worry about the future until it came.

Especially this present.

"You have a little something here."

Marcus and I were casually strolling together by the busy sidewalk of the Crown main plaza, where all sorts of people were walking to and fro, brushing past us, and all the way, he held my hand, quite protectively; he was also holding the sharwarma and drinks we had gotten in a paper bag, while telling me a random story about how his mum nearly emptied his wardrobe this evening, and that was when I noticed the small bits of ice cream on the side of his forehead.

"There's ice cream," I told him, stopped walking to stare up at him. "Right there on your forehead." I touched my forehead to illustrate, held back a little laughter as I watched him mope back at me, full brows furrowed, and his brown eyes stared back at me in utter confusion. He looked so cute and stupid and I couldn't help, but laugh at him as he tried to wipe it off.

"Now, how on earth did you manage to get ice cream on your forehead, Marc?" I had to ask this toddler in a teenager's body.

"You of all people are in no position to laugh at me, Aurora," He said as we fell back into soft steps, a small smirk on his face as he glanced at me, giggling uncontrollably by his side.

It was a cold, yet warm, fuzzy night, and the busy streets of Lagos, all around were at its best beauty from this position. The two-way roads were filled with dozens of cars, moving to and fro, and the modest, but ancient bridge right above it, glistened with the illuminated pointers of car trafficators, as they all moved in an orderly motion on it.

We were on the side walk, of course, and there were lots of people, all around us, walking past as they either went to, or returning from their destination, Marcus and I were walking ever slow together, his hand holding mine, ever so cautiously protecting me from the strangers all around us, and the reckless, busy road side by our left.

I didn't explore the night time much, but from he little experience here, all I could say was that it felt magical. The fancy street lights, as well as the colourful, variety of other lights from all the commercial banners and electronic posters, designed at all corners of the road, shone all around the streets, and gave it an aesthetic feel, reflected all over the stoned ground of the pedestrian walk, and the large, fancy buildings and stalls that were by our rights.

It was beautiful.

This was beautiful.

Casually strolling with Marcus Acha, without having a single idea where our destination would be, was beautiful.

He had told me a hundred times I looked dazzling tonight. This guy had literally worshipped at my feet, the whole of the evening, and even if I hadn't said a compliment back to him, I thought he didn't look so bad either. I mean, having being graced with such beauty he had, it would have been impossible for him to not know he was a 'fine boy', so why waste my time adding sugar to his ego?

Although, I didn't fail to notice how much we wore hoodies a lot. I had grown to be so observant to the littlest things about him, and I was quick to notice just how much he loved hoodies. He was complaining that he couldn't find any of his hoodies this evening when he checked his wardrobe, accusing his Mum of stealing them all, yet here he was, rocking a sleek, black big hoodie that I may or may not take after tonight, bogus grey joggers, and a matching grey beanie that I was also considering taking as mine too.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Marcus Acha tonight 🌝✨

And honestly, he had been over complimenting me since we saw this evening. After showering me dozens of 'I missed you' and 'You're so beautiful', he just wouldn't stop treating me like I was a descendant of the royal family... And in my genuine opinion, I looked as basic as I could: Because of Soma, I wore a grey, mock-neck, cropped jacket, and then, some old joggers I was considering throwing away. And since, my hair refused to co-operate this evening, even after half an hour of ferocious combing, I let it be; I let the short dreads forming on my head be.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Dabeluchi Orji😌😌😌✨✨✨✨✨ (Like, but honestly, fashi all these haters, who else thinks Dabi is actually low-key cool, like mad ass swaggy fresh hipster cool?? I DO!!!πŸ”₯)

"You know?" I glanced teasingly at Marc as we walked. "That Dawn girl we met at Wonder Coast," I slyly looked up to the sixth foot mini-god by my side, to see his reaction.

"Oh? What about her?" He asked, glancing back at me, a tiny smirk on his choco dark, handsome face, as he listened to what I had to say with so much interest.

Marcus Acha didn't smile, he smirked. I had come to notice. Each time, he looked at me, he smirked. He admired, he smirked. He adored, he smirked. I would be talking, and he'd just staring in awe, listening, with intensity in his deep brown, captivating eyes, the hottest smirk on his god-like face, and the cutest lip bites ever. And God, each time, he did that, I can't even begin to explain what it did to my body.

I couldn't just explain how it felt to have Marcus look at you, and literally worship everything there was about you - just by looking. Thoroughly. That, by far, was one of the very many attractive things yet, about him.

Above all, it was the way he thought everything about me to be so perfect and mesmerizing. Every God damn thing, every flaw, every perk. He made me feel more than I really was, and that meant a whole lot to me. Everything I did or said was literally gold to him, and he damn showed how obvious that fact was, with so little things. Little Things as the way he merely looked at me.

"The Dawn girl," I continued as he listened with so much apt attention. "She was right about you and Ansel. You do eat like a cave man."

Marcus' beautiful, brown eyes lit in humour as the cutest laughter came out of him, resonating through me like a warming bell. I couldn't help, but laugh with him too. We didn't even care what all the people walking on this sidewalk with us were thinking, we laughed to our heart's content.

And Marcus was the most adorable things when he laughed. Honestly, it beats me how a guy could be so hot, and darn sexy, and cute and adorable like a child at the same time.

"Oh, wow, Aurora," His voice was moderately deep, and something about how he said my name made me feel fuzzy. "I see what you're doing, throw me some more shade." The sarcasm in his humour filled tone, and that cracked me up even more.

"No, no, no, seriously!" I was saying, not letting this go, and with a smile on his face, he shook his head and laughed. "How on earth did you get ice cream on your face, guy. Did you like dip your entire face into the plate?"

"Haha so funny, I can't breath. My ribs. I'm dying." His clear sarcasm nearly got me rolling on the floor.

"You ravaging beast!" I accused him, laughing earnestly.

"Well, you're one to talk, Aurora," He fired back, a playful accusing tone in his voice. "You have food on your face a lot more than I do, I swear it!"

"Hah!" I scoffed childishly in denial, rolled my eyes at his nonsense talk. "You're talking shit!"

"No, I'm not. I'm not capping, you, Aurora, you ALWAYS get yourself messy each time we have food together. Every single time! There's always food on your face!" He fired back.

"Oh yeah?" I looked at him.

"Yeah yeah!" He retorted stubbornly.

"Give me one instance then!" I challenged, stopped walking just to stand and fold my hands, as I looked up at him, daring him to prove his point.

"Oh, I'll give you three!" He accepted my challenge, stopping to face me, right there on the side walk, man to woman.

"Okay, go ahead then. I'm waiting," I folded my hands tighter, looked him squarely.

I couldn't believe that Marcus and I were really doing this, right here, right now on this busy side walk- actively and passionately arguing like little children about something so, so irrelevant.

"The first time was at the Art Gallery," Marcus was actively back on track, using his fingers to keep count as he spoke.

"Hm mm?" I folded my arms, waited.

"Remember we went out to get dinner because you said you were hungry," He said. I nodded, challenged him to continue, "And we got some burgers and drinks, and you had cream salad all over your mouth!"

"That's an unfair point, because you know that burger was very large and I have a very small mouth!" I pointed accusingly at him.

"It's still a point!" He argued.

"Okay, fine! One cheat point for you, and the second one?" I playfully rolled my eyes.

"When we went to game arcade to watch Netflix, you had bits of the cake we ate all over your face that night!" He counted with a second finger.

"Well, I don't remember that happening, Clyde," I easily declared to his face.

"How will you remember it when I was the one who was left to clean you up after you fell asleep on my lap through our the entire movie? Hmm?" He fired on, folded arms, as he looked at me in a squarely playful manner.

"Well, it's not my fault I fell asleep, your movie was very boring," I paused my lips in playful arrogance as I jabbed him.

"Oh, my God, Aurora, I can't believe you," Marcus broke, laughed, forced himself to go back into character immediately. "First of all, first of all..."

"Hm?" I nodded for him to continue, sass rolling off with the sound I made.

"First of all, that was your movie," He gestured to me. "You were the one who insisted we watched that movie that night. You fell asleep at your own movie, not mine. My movie recommendations can never be boring, note that fact, Aurora."

I scoffed, rolled my eyes. "Bla, bla, bla; That's all I hear, Clyde."

"And besides," He playfully dismissed me. "It doesn't even matter, because boring or not, you still got food on your face anyway."

"Well, you know what I think about that?" I came closer to him, looked him up directly in his big, brown eyes that weren't backing down. "I think you're lying."

"You know I'm not," he laughed.

"And even if it's true, I'm not going to let you have another point, so what are you going to do about that, Mama's boy?" I challenged him.

He looked back to me, came up close, challenging me back, "Do you really want to know what I'm going to do?"

"Hit me." I challenged a third. "What are you going to do about that?"

"Nothing." Marcus squared me, matching my attitude. "If you refuse to give me the point I duly deserve, I will do absolutely nothing about it, Aurora. That's what I'm gonna do!"

My voice broke as I forced myself to swallow back the explosion of laughter that was forth coming. With everything in me, I forced myself to stay in character.

"So?" I blinked in an exaggerated manner. "You said three instances?"

"Yeah, the last one was when we went to eat after your Dance class, you didn't just have stew all over your face, but all over your shirt as well. I had to cover for you the entire night we were together!" He said.

"Okay, now you're just making stuff up!" I accused him.

"No, I'm not!" He argued.

"Yes, you are!" I argued back.

"No, you just don't want to give me another point!" He accused.

"No, you're the one trying to cheat your way into victory!' I accused back.

And Ladies and Gentlemen, I couldn't it, either. Marcus and I were actively squabbling in the middle of the side walk.

Now, to add this to the list of random, weird things we both had already done this week; Arguing about who ends up having food more on their face, on Main Plaza's busy sidewalk.

Ironically, as I would have normally, I didn't feel bothered by the people around us, who were passing by us, shooting us glances of confusion or annoyance, probably wondering what the hell we were doing.

I was too much in a best mood, too happy to fully give a damn. Something about being with Marcus all these days had left me suspended in a different world from my reality. A world where I was happier, care free, where I had no problems, and where life was just a joke to me.... In a good way.

Even if it was temporary, this feeling I mean, even if it wasn't for long, and after tonight, I was aware that Marcus and I would go back to School and be total strangers again, being with him for the little time being was worth

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