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Hello, there✨

So, yeah? Tuesday's Update came early 🌝β™₯️







~DABI~


I am extremely angry with Marcus Acha.

Since I had come back from School today, I had been nothing, but absolutely furious.

Livid.

Enraged.

Infuriated.

Ferociou-

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed wildly when I heard that DAMNED notification sound pop up again from my phone, interrupting me and my rage-filled thoughts.

There I was, in the hallway downstairs, ironing the uniforms I would wear for School Friday tomorrow, and basking in all my bitter anger and jealousy that was riling up in me, minute by minute, after what I saw in School today, and then, the one guy who is responsible for making me feel this way, was busy blowing up my stupid phone!

I just couldn't believe him. I couldn't believe him!

I had already deleted his number. I was so angry that I blocked him from calling me, and when he realized that I wasn't even paying mind to his thousands of text messages, he started to spam me on Whatssap with messages and calls. I blocked him there too.

And guess what?

Marcus Acha started emailing me!

"Why were you screaming, Dabeluchi?"

Mum appeared out of the blue, and asked behind me, and I said nothing, Legit acted like no one was even talking to me, and after standing there for a while longer, she said nothing more to me and walked away.

Today, in School, just some minutes after Sports, I saw Marcus with Kelechi Uwa.

They seemed to be alone, and the entire block was empty and void of classmates, so my suspicion as to why the both of them would be that alone at a time like that, rose, and since they seemed too engrossed in whatever they were passionately discussing to even realise that someone had stepped into the hallway, I stood there and just decided to watch the both of them.

I just stood there and watched the both of them.

..... And my heart tore to shreds.

Kelechi, that painfully beautiful goddess that claimed to be human, had her arm strapped majestically around Marcus, my Marcus, like he was her night and shining armour, and Marcus, he..

He let her.

They walked ever so slowly together like they were trying to savour their little moment to the fullest, and they were just there, alone, walking together, holding on to each other, and then, when Marcus said something to her, Kelechi laughed, a soft laugh that even brought her closer to him, got her holding onto him even closer, and what hurt the most was that Marcus was not even backing away from her.

I just stood and watched.

Stood and watched.

Stood and watched.

Stood and watched.

Stood and watched.

Stood and watched.

Stood and watched.

Stood and watched.

Stood and watched.

Stood and watched.

Stood and watched.

And then, turned away and marched so furiously, with loud heavy steps away from the two love birds.

Immediately, I started hearing rushed footsteps behind me and Marcus' voice, shouting my name, as I supposed he was the one running after me.

At that exact same, some of our classmates started trod into the Hallway, and realizing that Marcus was still running after me and these people would quickly grab the gist of everything, and figure us out, so I started to run.

I didn't just run, I ran in a zigzag motion, sliding through the crowd of my classmates and moving around un circles, squares, triangles, trying my hardest to mix myself up with them and confuse Marcus so he doesn't find me easily, and I guess it worked because by the time I left the Hallway, and ran out of the block, I guess he had lost me.

Either that, or he figured that he preffered Kelechi over me and decided to stay back with her, but who cares?

I went back home and deleted his number immediately, and following all his pest-ish behaviour, I, furthermore, blocked him on Whatssap.

Marcus Acha could have Kelechi Uwa for all I care!

*New Message Notification*

I was about to scream once more on hearing another notification, and curse out loud that I had no other choice than to charge my phone here at the ironing spot since my room socket was useless, but my scream was cut off a mini second after it left my mouth when I looked to see that it was not from who I expected it to be.

In fact, I had no idea who it was from.

I had no idea what number that even was, and I wasn't one to be messaged by strange numbers, so curiosity got the best of me.

I clicked on the message.

070******65

Hey, I passed a letter into your room, but you haven't seen it. I'm waiting outside and I want to talk to you.

What the fuck?

Instantly, I switched off the socket switch, and dropped the iron to re-read that message again and ensure that I wasn't seeing things.

It was the same thing.

Involuntarily, my legs started to walk its way out of the mansion and to the front gate to see who the hell it was, stalking me.

And I went with a scissors.

I wasn't sure what compelled me to go, honestly, because if I truly had a stalker, then, the smart thing would be to not go. However, as so many sirens went off in my head, my hands held on to the scissors and my legs walked on to the front of the gate.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

It was still a few minutes past 6pm, so even if the sun was long down, it wasn't exactly too dark for me to make out the form of the figure of someone sitting there, outside the gate, by the pavements that sided the large black gates of my father's mansion.

Whoever it was just sat there, seemingly waiting, and as the sirens went off louder in my head, telling me to run back into the house, but I kept on walking.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

I got closer and my shoulders dropped in disappointment.

"You!?" I nearly even screamed, absolutely appalled, and before he even had the chance to stand up and explain how or why the fuck he was at the front gate of my house, I was storming back into the house.

I had no idea why I was even that angry, if I was being honest, and I honestly felt like my emotions seemed to be heightening to its extreme since what happened today in School with Marcus and Kelechi, and I didn't want to see anyone's face- Not Marcus, Not Kelechi, and DEFINITELY not him.

"Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!" Casper was onto me with two large steps, towering over me and blocking my path, effectively stopping me from slipping myself past the small gate.

I pushed him off me, a lot harder than I intended to.

"I'M NOT IN YOUR MOOD!" I screamed to his face, raised the scissors high up to his eye level to show him that I wouldn't hesitate to stab one of them right out of its sockets.

"Woah!" Casper jumped away from me.

Why was I so angry?

I didn't care. I just started to walk away and Casper didn't follow up behind me.

"Please will you give me a few minutes to talk?" He called out behind me.

I ignored him and pushed the small gate open to walk in.

"You won't see my stupid face afterwards, I promise," He shouted again, and I lost it and whipped my whole body towards him like I was launching forth like a cannonball.

"You're MAD!" I screamed at him, "What kind of lunatic sits and waits in front of a stranger's house for them?"

He seemed to back up a little, taken off guard probably by my choice of words and he easily shook it off, cracked a teasing smile that made me know he was about to say something stupid.

"Well, considering that this is the second time I have sneaked into your compound to smuggle a letter through your window....." He shrugged wittily, "I don't think waiting outside your house is that so super, boss."

I looked the tall, light skinned boy up and down in annoyance and wanted to throw my scissors on that playful grin on his face.

"You're crazy," I told him.

"If I agree," He willingly spread his arms to take the insult, "Then, will you let us talk?"

"No." I deadpanned.

"Dabi, please, this is really important," He said to me, and for the first time since he showed up here, I could see the small hint of seriousness in his whole 'clown demeanour'.

I stared at him, and thought for a while.

"How important?" I interrogated.

"Babe," Casper chuckled, side smile on his face as a small laugh under his breath as he analysed the situation around us for a brief second as it were supposed to be an obvious enough answer, "I am literally standing in front of your house, for one."

Good point.

Without saying a word to him, I made my way towards the pavements behind him and sat, glanced at my wristwatch and mentally set a timer for him to make his point and leave me alone.

"Wait..." He drawled, slightly confused, "Does this mean you have agreed for us to talk?"

I looked forward as I answered him, "You have one minute."

I heard him laugh a little and say, "Wow, it's your unpredictable character for me."

"58 seconds." I deadpanned, and Casper was rushing towards me and finding a spot on the pavement, seizing the chance immediately it came.

Lord knows who sent this boy.

"Before I start," He said to me and a few words he said after were washed off in my head when I heard multiple notification sounds, and I was just about to get angry again at Marcus for spamming me, but then, I remembered that I had left my phone on the ironing desk back in the house.

The notification sounds were all coming from Casper's phone, and Christ, I wondered who on earth would be spamming him with so many messages, and why. They were legit coming one by one, two by two, three by three, in seconds, and I tried my hardest to ignore them.

"-So, because of that," Casper's voice picked up in my head and that was when I realised that I hadn't even been listening to half the other things that he even said, "I decided that it would be best to start off, by showing you these."

My curiosity piqued.

"Showing me what?" I asked him, and he responded by giving me his 'eternal notifications ringing' phone, and as the phone vibrated and jumped in my phones with more and more notifications that came from DOZENS AND DOZENS of Group chats, literally so damn many of them, I picked it up, ignored them as they zapped into his phone like the flash, and focused in what he was trying to show me.

An Instagram timeline.

I jumped, haunted by the trauma of that app that I had long deleted from my phone, and Casper skilfully caught his phone before it hit the ground.

"I know the last app you'd want to open is Instagram, but I think you really need to see these," He said to me, with a calming, soothing voice.

I didn't ask him how he knew that I was traumatized by Instagram, and I didn't care to know, because I just didn't want to see it. I didn't want to see anything that looked like it.

"After you went off the 'net, a lot happened," Casper was telling me.

I refused to look at his phone.

"A lot of us, dominantly the Ballers and a few other female classmates like Hassana and Ziba, and well, your friends - the Igbo Sisters, I mean, started a movement, fighting for you," Casper explained.

My heart stopped for a moment.

Casper suddenly got my attention. He knew he got my attention.

"Look," He left Instagram and swiped his phone quickly, landing in the Gallery section, and showing me a screenshot, "This was the result on Twitter after just 24 hours of our little online protest."

He showed me a picture and I could see a dark twitter timeline where a particular hash tag was highlighted and when I saw what it read, I stopped breathing for a moment.

It read #LeaveDabithefuckalone, and that particular hash tag was tagged as number three on the trend list, with about 14, 934 tweets all in it's name, and I couldn't help, but drop my mouth in awe.

How all these was happening and I had no idea.

"Of course, there were other trending hash tags that not only situated around you, but also for Dawn, but I think as at now, you may be interested in seeing this one," Casper said to me.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Aaron started off with this post..." Casper showed me a screenshot of his phone and a post dated a few days back, by Aaron, and I looked.

Aaron's Post, guys!

"Our classmates were the first to pick it up and carry the whole matter on their heads..." Casper told me.

And I understood exactly why.

Aaron was one of the most popular humans in CH, and most likely the most influential persona in our set, and even if he said that the skies were green, my classmates would second him with grins on their faces.

And I must admit.... I felt touched that he would do this.

"And as soon as I noticed how fast it was circulating, the School page had already put it up, classmates were retweeting Aaron's post, and it was diving into Instagram with the speed of light," Casper was saying, "I decided to be another catalyst to the entire movement," He showed me an Instagram chat and I didn't even know when I looked, "So... I staged this entire conversation with an unknown account, and made it seem like I was speaking against what our classmates were doing, and then, I had them post it both on Instagram and Twitter, and the whole of Castron High Social Platforms were on fire."

Wow.

"And that was when all other classmates started to join in: The Ballers, Giwa's clique, The Igbo Sisters, and even Charlie Ba, joined in, and before we knew it, the hash tag started to get out to the open and not just within CH, and then, it was a whole bonus when Shade Onam addressed both you and Dawn's matter on her page, we blew the fuck up," Casper explained it all.

Woah.

"And just for the sake of knowing...." Casper said, "The entire thing was Marcus Acha's idea, and he played a major role in it as well."

I felt my heart skip a beat for a second, but immediately after, I was reminded of the anger I had been feeling through out today.

He helped out, huh? Yet, he wanted Kelechi.

"Thank you." I said, shocked and unsure of what next to say and how else to react to all these news.

It all made sense to me now. So, this was why everyone in School wasn't against me as I had expected them to. This was what was going on in the background the whole entire time? Wow.

"You're most welcome, Dabeluchi, and believe me, it was absolutely nothing to us, because we were still going to do this if Acha didn't reach out," Casper said.

A part of me felt warm and grateful to Marcus Acha...

But I remembered Kelechi.

"And in case you may be bothered; No, I promise, I'm not a stalker, so don't let the fact that I passed letters into your bedroom freak you out," Casper started to joke around.

I looked at this boy, and couldn't believe that he made me put a smile on my face.

And in that moment of coming back to Earth after suspending myself in that world I was in, a few minutes ago, all I could now hear was the multiple notification sounds that were bursting out right through Casper's phone. Notification sounds that my brain had muted for a few minutes prior.

"Oh, and in case, you were wondering, I was the one who sent you that Letter that day of School..." He told me.

And he lost me for a moment as I tried to recall what he was talking about.

"The 'Hey' Note?" He prodded, "After Charlie Ba's Physics Class?"

It all came back to me.

"Oh," I remembered.

I remember that day.

I remember someone squeezing that note into my hands, but I always thought it was Marc who passed it. Not Casper..

"I was just trying to get you attention, and I wasn't sure if walking up in person wasn't risky, so I passed on the note to you instead," He explained, "I have been meaning to have this conversation with you since then, and I promise I'd rather talk in person than in a cowardice letter, but before I go any further, since this is our first real conversation, I'd like to properly re-introduce myself - if you don't mind," He got out a firm, introductory hand as he spoke, "So, hello there, Dabeluchi Orji. My name is Casper Otobong Bassey, and we go to the same secondary school. Please,don't hangmyhand,Ibegyou."

I laughed. I really, really laughed.

And in as much as I wanted to know why Casper Bassey was suddenly so eager to talk to me, I couldn't help, but chuckle and divert a little by asking, "Why a letter though, you could have just texted or something?"

Casper looked at me with right about the most iconic mock glare look I had ever seen and I couldn't help, but burst right into laughter again.

"You see?" He started a whole petty rant that got me rolling, "See how technology has brainwashed this our generation! I keep saying this, but everyone thinks I'm exaggerating!"

There and then, Casper Bassey - though playing around - started a whole ass rant on Technology and how it had supposedly killed all our intellect, and I was dying, wondering where all of this was coming from.

"Oya, tell me now, when was the last time you wrote a letter?" Casper threw the question at me like I was in the middle of a hot pop quiz session. He threw the question at me like a bullet.

"Like an actual letter," He elaborated, "With a pen and paper. Tell me the truth!"

"I don't know," I shrugged and laughed, "Last school session?" Decided to give more details, "Like, during Ms. Owunam's Final English Essay Exam."

"English Essay Exam," Casper mimicked me mockingly in an awful, hilarious personation of a girl's voice, and I nearly fell off the pavement, tears accumulating in my eyes from all the Laughter, and the boy didn't stop with his rants.

"See your mouth as you're even saying it," He fired on, killing me more, "You see that's the problem with our generation! We are always looking for the easy way out instead of stopping to appreciate the beauty of our past ways of life!"

Just because I haven't written a Letter? I couldn't believe this boy brought me here so I could laugh till all the air in my lungs gave.

"Come, come, come," Casper motioned me, "Do you know that phones and gadgets are the reason that half the population of children in our generation are always crying to themselves and saying that they don't even know what skill or talent they have, that they don't know what thy want from life?."

"I don't care!" I screamed at him in all my laughter.

"Let me tell you why!" He fired on, without a care in the

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