My world and Sunshines!!!❤️❤️❤️

Mummy Tori is back oooooo!!!

Lol, this had to be my favorite chapter to write ao far (*peep the chapter name* Our Queen had a whole ass chapter in her name, Wahala for who dey no name chapter after oo)

Lmaoooo! I hope y'all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing!! P/S; THAT'S GIWA FALADE IN THE MEDIA BOX IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE OO👀

Enjoy......... 🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃

~DABI~

Giwa Falade was Queen Bee.

Hassana Alfa was her best friend.

Giwa Falade was a cruel dictator, a wicked ruler.

Hassana Alfa was her second in command, next in line, her assistant.

However, while Giwa Falade was fire and brimstone, with a little bit of acid and melted sulphur sprinkled in, Hassana Alfa was more of sunshine and rose petals, with a glow of the rainbow and a smile from heaven.

I'd prefer to call Giwa Falade a devil, and Hassana, an angel.

Giwa Falade was feared by the entire set. Completely dreaded. Her presence was toxic, it stilled the air, caused discomfort and provoked all sorts of negative feelings, of which fear, was the most prominent. Even the sound of her name, knotted hearts in terror, caused chills and goosebumps, and literally raised hell to alertness.

Hassana Alfa was rather immensely adored or pettily envied. She made you smile, laugh, and basically was an epitome of joy. However, at the same time, with her unreal beauty and glow, she also made you feel a tad bit insecure and less confident about yourself.

I had noticed something about Giwa Falade.

She was innocently uninterested in a lot of things, probably things she deemed irrelevant - Including, her classmates.

She really couldn't care less about anyone or anything, unless it was in any way, a priority to her. Granted, Giwa didn't even know a half and an extra quarter of her own classmates' names, even if we had been in the same class with her. I could be certain she was unaware of some of the faces as well. I could bet anyone that Giwa didn't even know some of the faces of her own classmates too.

At the beginning of SS2, I had witnessed Giwa asking one of her friends called Prissy, if Miranda Archibong was in our set.

I couldn't believe it. I dared myself to not wonder how many more classmates that Giwa was completely unaware of their existence.

I remember this one other time, clearly in Ss1, Giwa walked into the School assembly hall, late. The prefects were at the door, punishing late comers, but somehow, Giwa Falade had walked into the hall, untouched, unfazed.

She had walked, in that confident posture that screamed elegance, pride, and bitchiness - head, held high, spine straight, eyes and face, even straighter, nose in the air, and a no-nonsense aura exuding off her, like she would snap the neck of anyone who tried to stop her.

I never understood why even the worst of Seniors like Sarafina Kaye, sat there, and watched Giwa Falade walk in just like that, and they did absolutely nothing about it.

She had gotten to the area my classmates occupied, walked straight to the front seat and stood in front of an innocent, fear stricken classmate.

I knew Giwa wanted to take her seat.

"Stand." She had ordered the classmate, bored eyes creating holes in the skin of the terrified classmate.

The girl had blinked, shocked, nervous, frozen in terror for a second, "I'm sorry, what?"

Giwa had raised a perfectly intimidating, questioning brow at her. "Did I stutter?"

The shaking, terrified girl had left the seat for Giwa.

Charity Nwosu had to stand through out the whole of the assembly and Giwa - who robbed her off her seat - did not give a single, flying fuck about her.

In my opinion, I felt it was best to stay away from Giwa as much as you could. The girl was bad news, horrific news, and there was yet so much leverage, advantage, and fear, surrounding her that made it almost impossible for anyone to have the balls to go against her.

Now, how a girl like Hassana, got on the Evil Queen's good side was something no one could really understand.

But you know what I couldn't understand the most? Why Hassana Alfa was always so, so nice to me.

"OOU! OUUU! OUUUUUU!!!! OMG! IT'S THE IGBO SISTERS!" Hassana Alfa had literally jumped and squealed, pulling me and the twins in instantly to add up to Chika and Soma who she had found somehow, somewhere, in a clear, playfully, childish attempt to match-make and 'complete the equation'.

"You people are complete now, YAY! I'M SUPER DUPER EXCITED!!" She was squealing and jumping, and the sisters, who absolutely LOVED her were giving her back just as much energy as she was giving to us.

"I have to hug all of you! I missed you soooo muchhh!" Hassana was almost crying in excitement.

Even me..? She missed me too..?

I didn't have time to think or react when immediately after squeezing Chika, Soma, and the twins in a huge hug, Hassana wrapped her soft arms around me in a soft embrace.

There was something different with the way she hugged me.

She hugged me last. And unlike how she nearly squeezed the life and air our of the sisters, her hug for me was... more gentle.

I don't know if it was just me.

Hassana actually embraced me softly, in a way that made me feel warm and secure, and I swear, I could feel her beating heart.

I felt a connection to this girl that I didn't understand how.

I didn't have time to properly process it, and like Hassana herself, had the inward intuition that I was sensing something strange about her, she instantly let go off me. Immediately.

"Oh my God!! Oh my God!! You guys look sooooo good!" She was back to screaming and complimenting in seconds.

"Oh stop it, Alfa!" Ebere had blushed and cheesed.

" It was actually all Soma's handwork," Ebube said, and Soma blinked her lashes in an exaggerated pride, and flipped her hair, making everyone laugh.

"And besides, Hassana, you look amazing too, no joke." Chika had told her, and quickly the sisters were full on complimenting Hassana Alfa, and so much excitement was in the air.

And the sisters weren't bluffing with their compliments... Hassana was a goddess.

Her beauty was too unreal. I often looked at her and shook my head, saying to myself, "Humans shouldn't be this beautiful."

Her light skin glowed all the time. Her pretty, brown eyes that were always lit up in excitement, had a beautiful light to them that forced anyone to stop and stare at them for a moment. Her hair, her lashes, her rosy lips, her body, they all looked unreal... Like one of Soma's perfectly done drawings brought to life.

That was it. Hassana looked like the most proffessional artist had drawn her to perfection, drawn her perfect face, arched her perfect brows, shaped her perfect pink lips, took all the time to draw and create stars in her eyes, and took even more time to grace her with that beautiful curly pride of hair, and then when he was done, he breathed life into his artwork.

Humans shouldn't be that beautiful...

Hassana Alfa may not have been human for all I knew. I had long concluded that she was an angel.

And for the first time since this whole 'socializing' thing with my classmates, I actually didn't feel ... unprotected or afraid.

I mean, yes, I was nervous. I didn't know what to say to add into the thriving conversation with Hassana and the sisters, but for the first time ever, I felt completely at ease around a classmate.

What was it about this girl called Hassana Alfa..?

"I HAVE to take a picture with all of you!" She wouldn't stop squealing and in no time, she was pulling the entire sisters into a selfie.

Including me.... She wanted me in her selfie too..?

I was shocked the whole entire time, as the camera clicks and flashes from Hassana's phone were in all our faces.

"I'm posting these on my Whatssap status like NOW!!! Giwa will sooo mute me this night, I already know!" She was laughing and announcing to us, and the sisters were laughing their asses off as well.

"My dear, post oo. We've already made up our mind to blow up our status too, anyone who gats issue should mute us too!" Chika said, and everyone laughed again.

"I have to go now, TTYL, girls! I left Ivandor on that couch alone, I'm sure he's missing me." Hassana was telling us as she was about to leave.

I saw it before she left.... The way she looked at me.

It lasted a second, I swear, but I saw her eyes glint for a second - something that looked like pity and hope, all in one.

I didn't know who it was for. Me? She?..... Us?

Hassana left us, and I saw her calling out to Aaron and Casper, and in no time, pulling to herself a flock of my class boys who were just all over and all about her.

I didn't stop watching her, till she got to the sofa that the mixed race, hunk of our set, Ivandor Fejaun was sitting lazily, leaning on, lounging rather, and covering his face with his forearm.

She kept tugging at, holding and hugging to herself, the seemingly uninterested hunk who for some reason wasn't stopping her as I knew he normally would, and while at that, Aaron and Casper, as well as the CROWD of boys that Hassana had pulled to herself, literally surrounded, and dominated the entire sofa.

I watched Hassana's light and excitement as she jumped, squealed, and talked with such exaggerated gestures, her energy and vigour, immense and excessive, and even amidst all that, I couldn't help but feel something was off about her.

Something was off about Hassana Alfa.

But... What..?

"Sisters! They're playing my song!" Chika gasped and shouted, and only then did I realise that Mayorkun's Geng - a song that Chika had declared was her anthem for years now - was blasting through the speakers.

Well, Chika didn't waste any time dragging the rest of the sisters along with her, and in no time, we were occupying an empty couch, and before I knew it, the sisters were vibing with the music, moving their heads to the rhythm, and mouthing the words of the song, and for me, I wasn't sure what to do with my head, or my mouth, or my entire body.

Oh, Dabeluchi. When will you stop being so pathetic?

~ACHA~

Kaniru George walked into our midst and the atmosphere dropped in temperature.

His boys started to sit up straight, adjusting their selves and dusting imaginary dirt off them as though Kaniru would skin them alive if there was any bit or trace of imperfection found in them.

Clearly, he was the 'gang leader' and as percieved vividly, these boys, his boys, walked around egg shells with him.

I noticed JJ straightening up too, on sighting the tall, dark skinned terrorist, and a part of me felt a tad bit bothered.

If I didn't know better, I'd count JJ as one of Kaniru's infamous boys....

But no. JJ was one of us. Not one of them.

Hopefully?

"Boss." It was Affah who stood up to acknowledge Kaniru first, and I thought I was hallucinating when I saw the lighter skinned boy, even bow a little in respect for Kaniru.

The rest of the boys were quickly on their feet, addressing Kaniru as 'boss' and acknowledging him with due or undue respect.

Even JJ got on his feet and I felt betrayed for the briefest of seconds.

Kaniru's jawbone clenched as he looked over his boys, and I couldn't tell if he was irritated or not.... But, to be fair, he always looked irritated. He had this imprinted scowl in his face that was dangerous and cut-throat to look at.

Kaniru George was rumoredly around our age.

However, I wasn't sure if I believed that because he looked much older than us. His face was more mature than ours. Dark, dark, oh so dark, and strong-looking, with a sharp jawline thay could cut metal. His eyes were always red, dull as a stoners', yet they were also an intimidating, fiery blazing hot furnace, that was so fierce to look at, and harboured the most horrific, demonic thoughts and feelings.

Coupled with the fact he had a towering height and the body of a beast, I slowly began to figure that his eyes may have also been a part reason his boys bowed to him, instead of making eye contact. They couldn't withstand the intensity.

I didn't believe Kaniru was our age mate. I really didn't. And judging through the scars on his dark, unfriendly face, as well as the most prominent one right on his left eyebrow, one would know he definitely had more experience - a kind of experience an ordinary seventeen year old boy could not have had or been able to understand.

Rumors had it that he had grown in the streets all his life, and had become to accustomed with the hard knock life, that even a gun to his head, was of no threat anymore. Well, I believed that since there was no way he could have been such a successful drug dealer if he wasn't dealing with the most dangerous underground dogs.

Well,

Marcus Bruno Acha stayed on his seat.

Oh, yes. I didn't even stand up at all. I made up my mind that I wasn't going to bow to shit.

However, a lump formed in my throat and choked me off air for a second when I spotted the tail of a rifle, sticking out of Kaniru's side, the imprint of the dangerous weapon, glaring in his pocket.

Kaniru George brought a gun to this party?

Why would we do that?

He barely acknowledged his boys. Space was created, reserved for him only, and his boys were quick to light his cigarette for him, and in no time, the boy was puffing out circles of smoke into the air, and drowning down the strongest liquor into his system, without flinging.

Sean was glaring heavily at Kaniru George.

Oh, fuck. Not now.

One of the many reasons being that he believed that Kaniru was directly trying to pull JJ into his side - something I had forced myself to believe wasn't the case. But ofcourse, Sean wasn't having that shit. And well, as we all know, one thing about Sean Ayomide; The guy just didn't know how to hide his irritation.

"Yoo, Bosss. What's up?" JJ was clearly kissing up to Kaniru and I saw Sean's glare harden on him.

I had a bad feeling about this.

JJ was one of the reasons that Kaniru brightened up when with his boys.. and maybe that's why his boys loved having JJ around. 'Cause he got their 'scary leader' in a good mood.

And as the boys launched into another round of vain merry and carousing, Sean's glare wasn't backing down.

"Sean." I whispered to only his hearing, "We can leave now, if you don't want to be here."

If he heard me, he didn't act like he did.

His adamant death glare remained on the gang leader and I knew it was only a matter of time before Kaniru-

"We have a problem?"

That was Kaniru.

Strange, he wasn't looking at Sean particularly and his question seemed like a general question.

Even his boys were confused for a moment.

Hot, fiery eyes rose flames at Sean, and the moment Kaniru looked at him, everyone understood who his 'general question' was actually specifically for.

Sean didn't flinge. Didn't say a word. Composure, intact. Glare, even more intact.

"We have a problem, nigga?" Kaniru raised his scarred brow at Sean.

Sean nodded, answered plainly. "Yes."

Kaniru's eyes darkened with a dangerous glare, and at the same time, set ablaze with even more flames as he sat up, sizing up the dark, rippling muscles of both his hands, as well as Sean, who was being so bold with him.

"Well, then speak up, Ayo. Say your shit with me, let's handle it here." Kaniru said to Sean, his raised brow intact, his eyes were a scary glint of maniac danger, as he challenged the boy.

I wasn't comfortable with this.

"Ahh, boss." One of the boys hesitantly, stepped in. He didn't touch Kaniru, he just spoke from his distance.

Sean remained undeterred. Looked straight at the terrorist, clearly not moved one bit.

"I'm waiting, Ayo." Kaniru dared him to speak again.

"Don't call me Ayo." Sean responded immediately, glare intact.

Let's not forget this;

The guy Sean was challenging, had a damn gun, showcasing itself, in his pocket.

Kaniru laughed under his breath, looked at his boys and I could see the smirk, rising slowly at the base of his lips. Whether this was a joke to him, I couldn't have been sure.

"I think I can call you anything I want, Ayo." He said to Sean, a mocking brightness in his eyes.

"Well, I think you're sick in the head." Sean voiced out easily.

Well, fuck me.

Kaniru's smile varnished, and his eyes grew dark like a man ready to kill. His boys, they looked like a horror movie.

Sean held Kaniru in a lock gaze and just when I thought a third world war was about to launch, right here, right now, before my very eyes...

The party broke into a mad chaos that adruptly disrupted the peace of the atmosphere, and luckily to our side, distracted Kaniru and his boys for a moment.

I watched as his eyes grew dark in intense hate and resentment as he looked to the entrance of the living room and easily spotted who all the wahala was suddenly about.

The Queen herself had stepped into the party.

And this, this was my chance to get Sean out of here before that big ass mouth of his' got him a bullet in the head.

I shook him, tried to pull his attention. "Sean, come with me. Let's talk."

He didn't move for the count of three, and my patience started to grow thin, with him, with this entire situation.

"Sean." I held his arm tightly, barely recognized the sound of his name as it escaped through gritted teeth.

He quickly, irritably flung my hand away, stood up from the couch, and started to walk ahead of me.

I sighed, followed behind him, and shook my head, wondering why this guy just had to be so goddamn difficult a person.

Sean was still walking ahead of me. I didn't know where he was heading to, I doubted even he knew his destination either.

And I guess that was why when he realized the fact that he was heading to nowhere in particular, he stopped walking. This guy.

"Sean, try being a bit more careful with those guys, abeg." He had gotten to a stop at one of the drinks tables, when I met him to tell him that.

"They should be careful with me too." Sean dismissed, trying to walk away again.

"Kaniru was with a gun." I deadpanned, getting infront of him, effectively blocking his path.

Sean frowned. "So?"

Are you kidding me?

"He should have shot me if he had the balls." Sean hissed in annoyance, "Balls-less motherfucker." He rudely grabbed the glass from a nearby classmate who literally just poured a drink into their cup, and he angrily drank from it.

"C'mon dude, this is like the fourth time you're doing this to me tonight!" The guy whose drink Sean had taken away, was thundering with laughter.

Sean, in all his anger, didn't even answer the guy.

I almost laughed when Sean, who was feigning so much rage and anger just now, accidentally started choking on the drink he had rudely taken from the classmate, without even asking permission.

"Oh, when the Lord be for me!" The classmate laughed at Sean,