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SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER IS WANT YOU BY LUH KEL AND QUEEN NAIJA (For Aurora and Clyde's part). Check the Media for it. I listened to it while I wrote most of the Dacha part.

And a special shout out to AddictiveRose WritersNetwork and Doodeelolaski. The Dacha part of this chapter (a small section of it) was inspired off something that when I think of, it's only y'all that come to my mind. You especially Doodeelolaski.Β  You will know what I am talking about when you reach it.πŸ˜‚β€οΈ

Also, since y'all asked for a Chika and Aaron part, I said mai give una so you go use and hold body small sha.  In conclusion, I think y'all would love this chapter sha!✨









~DABI~


The fluorescent bulbs at the edges of the ceilings had never made the Hallway look more beautiful than it looked right now, with lights, bright and warm, illuminating the entire place and spreading to its very ends.

Normally, I only saw the beauty of the world when the skies outside started to dim and slowly turn a shade of dark. Only then did the concept of 'brightness' make sense. Only when there was darkness.

Darkness was oddly exquisite to bask in. The flashes of lights in all its variety of colours added some sort of serenity to it. Think about it. The beauty of Landscape only glared when everything else beneath was like a shadow, a mere silhouette of itself while the pretty lights glowed all around it like twinkle little stars, dotting the night time into sublime perfection.

Night time was just a whole work of Art.

And Light did look better in darkness. It was easier to bask in all of it, feel the euphoria, and sink in all itsΒ ethereality.

I guess it made me feel more too. The ethereality gave some sort of comfort and softness.

And that was just an iota of what I felt for Marc. Or even a quarter of an iota.

Because, god damn, my love for Marc was incomparable to the euphoria and exquisiteness of Night time.

How would I describe it? Intense, yet soft. Fiery, yet warm and fuzzy. Aggressive, yet peaceful. It was as though somehow, my body was in flames. Like a maddening rush of red hot fire was brutally moving through every vein in me, having the whole of me burning, shaking, and tremblingΒ  in hotness. Ironically still, all I knew in the midst of the heat I felt for him was calm.

Unbelievable, surreal calm.

The most calm that I could possibly feel.

Like I was floating in the air. Like I was sleeping on clouds. Like I was resting in the After Life. Immersed in a river of peace and tranquillity that was going to last for an eternity.

Dawn was coming and coupled with the fact that it felt surreal in this beautiful coming night, there was perfect harmony within me. I was smiling in satisfaction as the bright lights of the Hallway gleamed and glowed on both our skin, as our close proximity made me feel connected to him in soul and spirit, and as our genuine hearty laughter rose into the air, ringing like the sweetest sounds of music to my ears.

Marc was the prettiest creature my eyes had ever seen and the lights were only popping the beautiful features of this mini-god, polishing his skin into a shimmer and shine shade of bronze, glinting his big brown eyes to look like a pool of honey and caramel and softening his smile, highlighting it with a brightness that made him radiant and beautiful.

It felt to me as though my feelings for him seemed to have even doubled in its intensity.

I actually wondered. Was it just the Night? Or did Marc just somehow manage to make me fall in love with him, over and over again? Every single time?Β 

Hm. I was probably even thinking this whole thing the wrong way.

Marcus Acha probably just used Witchcraft.

"You know you stare a lot though, Aurora,"Β 

He laughed the softest laugh as he stretched out to open one of the Class doors, never letting his hands leave mine for even a second. His touch, softΒ  like velvet. Grip, firm, but gentle.

"I heard people who stare a lot and say nothing are very observant. Is that true?"Β 

He talked as he made me walk with him, hand in hand. Want You by Luh Kel and Queen Naija, playing from a distance.Β 

Quietly, I took a step with him as he led me into the pitch blackness of the Class, and in one swift motion, he turned on the light switch while simultaneously, softly though, pulling me by his grip into the class so he could close the door gently behind me.

Something about me being in total submission to how he softly pulled me around at his will made me chuckle subtly.

He noticed. Paused. Looked at me. Amusement was laced in his pretty brown eyes.

And, for some reason, I felt low-key embarrassed.Β 

"You stare too, Clyde," I stayed on topic, in an attempt to avoid him asking why I was just chuckling. "You stare a lot, actually." I folded my arms and looked at him in challenge.

That amusement expanded his pupils. Adoration paired it, glinting subtly.

"Just like how you are doing right now." I accused him.

Something was funny to him because he laughed. Was it me? Was I a joke? Something told me he read my mind and that made me even more embarrassed.

"Whatever you are thinking is wrong." I made that clear to him, sass evident in my tone.

The corner of his lips lifted subtly, his smirk growing. "Humour me.... What am I thinking?"

In a heartbeat, I answered him.

"That I was thinking of being in total Submission to you."Β 

My head scattered.

Legit.

I legit felt my head scatter.

I had only gotten hit with the realization of what I said after I had said it.

And Marcus? Omoh. He had not even blinked the entire time after those words left my mouth and I knew his brain was still registering what he thought he just heard me say.

How on earth did I even let myself voice out a thing like that?Β 

"Did I just hear you say Submission?"

Marc's eyes were a charade of amusement at this point and they stared at me like I had grown seven heads. At one glance, I could see that this jigga was fighting everything within him to not break into that smile that was heavily threatening to spread across his face.

"Aurora," He called me again, "I heard you just say Submission, ba?"

The grounds could have just opened up to swallow me up at this point.

"No, I didn't." I instantly denied.

"Are we now on this dynamic, babe?" Marc didn't even buy that. This guy was practically having the time of his life, his lips stretched into that smile he couldn't stop himself from breaking into, eyes glowing as though he was seconds away from exploding in laughter.

"I thought we were still tabling that 'passion' of yours to send me Nudes," He teased the shit out of me, gesturing with two fingers as he added, "Two times already now, my love, you've suggested that."

I swallowed granite.

My eyes were red. My head, hot with embarrassment.Β 

"You... You...."My words couldn't betray me any less. "You... Saw those messages?"

He couldn't have. Right? But, I had only ever talked about Nudes twice with Marc. And one of those times was days ago, when he was not talking to me and I had barraged his DMs that night with a number of messages. Messages that I had deleted immediately after.Β 

I deleted those cringe messages. All of them. I deleted them even before he had opened them. Before they had been marked 'seen'. So, he couldn't have seen all those awful messages. Right? Right?

Well, Marc's teasing smile told me otherwise.Β 

"Big head Aurora?" He said, reciting for me in bits and pieces the messages from that Night in which I thought I had deleted myself.

Oh, dear.

Β "'You said you can't live without me, but you're ignoring me and you are not dead?'" He didn't stop, "'I am holding my breath until you reply me?'" He was actually laughing at this point, teasing unendingly as he fought to catch his fleeting breath, "And, the most classic of them all, my love; Should I send you nudes?" I swore within me that at that point, the only thing keeping him from rolling on the floor was the wall that he was leaning against, laughing his heart out.

Laughing at me.

He was laughing at me.

I wanted to keep that scowl on my face but couldn't believe I actually let out a small chuckle.

How could I even laugh when I felt so embarrassed?

"My God. You are the most entertaining person I know," Marc said to me, hands to his ribs for support as his laughter ran in the air, over and over.

"How the fuck did you see those messages?" I berated him instantly, nearly screaming, "I thought I deleted them!"

"You did," He affirmed for me.

"So, how did you still see them?" I asked him with a scowl on my face.

Marc waved his Samsung smartphone in the air.

"Gb Whatssap, my love."

"You bloody criminal."Β 

My man was wheezing uncontrollably.

"Just forget about it, abeg," My lips itched as I held back a laugh myself. Watching him laugh was the most beautiful and contagious thing ever. "Forget the messages and forget the Submission thing too. Let's just pretend like that didn't happen. Thanks and God bless."

"So, you admit that youΒ did say submission," He said to me, the corners of his eyes crinkling with even more amusement.Β 

I even forgot that I was supposed to be in denial.Β 

Foolishly, I reverted to my former stance. "I said no such thing."Β 

Common Sense, I don't even have.

"I believe I heard you say Submission, my love."Β 

"You heard wrong."Β 

"I am pretty sure I know what I heard."

"How can you be so certain?"

His brow arched at me and his smirk broadened as he stared down at me with certainty in his eyes. Matter-of-factly, he was certain.

"My mind did a whole 360, you know," He said to me.

"Well, that's your mind's problem." I retorted.

"Are you sure?" He semi-whispered, cocked his head to the side, observing me lightly as he stepped up to me, gently, and closed the space between us.

I swallowed. Hard.

Marc towered over me and the closeness was maddening. Almost threatening. But, I swear it, in the sweetest way. Softly, he placed a thumb right there under my chin, pulling my head up to gently look up to him when I didn't have the balls to maintain such intense, hot eye contact.Β 

His eyes were beautiful. They tapped me in his gaze, all in a heartbeat.

"Are you sure, Aurora?" He asked again, his voice in whispers that were almost dangerous, effectively dotting my skin with goosebumps as he made sweet chills run through me, "Because it seems to me like both are minds are in the same line, babe."

He said that like he couldn't have been more sure. And I hated that he was right. I hated the kind of thoughts, the kind of dirty and sinful thoughts that clouded my mind as I stared up at those eyes of hard intensity that stared me down, thoroughly following every movement of my shaking pupils.Β 

Goodness. He could take anyone's breath away just by staring. He practically worshipped with his eyes.Β 

"Or not..." His head further tilted as he took back his words; his eyes travelling up and down in aΒ  lingering, treasuring motion. He was admiring; that lot was evident. His eyes had overwhelming adoration in them and his lips lifted in a subtle smirk. HeΒ  bit down on his lip ever so softly, "I mean....." His hands slipped around the small of my back, gripping my waist softly and pulling me to him, and electricity zapped through me as our faces were brought bare an inch away.

I may have shook in his arms. He chuckled lightly, probably taking note of the effect he had on me. Eyes that filled with adoration and something very, very close to Lust never leaving me. He held me still, easily keeping me in place. "I mean, maybe our minds aren't even that much in line. Because you couldn't possibly imagine what was actually on my mind right now.... If you did, you'd be freaked out."

Chills. Bloody Hell, Chills.

He pulled me even closer to him, without warning, and I wasn't aware that there was a chair behind him until I felt my body elevate on Marc's swift and easy carry, an action that made it easy for him to place me on his lap as he sat on the seat behind him.

He did it so easily. Like I weighed nothing. Had my legs few feet away from the ground in no second and sitting firmly on that part of him that caused me to..... gulp.

I gulped. I actually gulped. I couldn't deny that he heard me do say.

I...

I was trying not to freak out.

I felt him beneath me, very bold and very unapologetic, and my heart was speeding up in a matter of seconds. What was oxygen again? Never heard of it.

"Are you uncomfortable, my love?"Β 

Marc's eyes never left me for a second as he asked, concern etched on his face.

It was almost as though he didn't understand what was happening, but Nah, he couldn't be that dumb. He had followed every movement of my eyes as he asked again.

"Are you uncomfortable, my love?"

"No."

I hoped my answer was not to hasty.

Marc only laughed under his breath, shaking his head. The next minute, I was in the air again and up from him, his hands on the curve of my waist, cupping gently like I was an egg as he placed me on the desk behind me, sitting me down on it.

He hovered perfectly over me, giving me a more comfortable position, never letting his hands off my waist as he stood in front of me, a soft gaze on his pretty boy face.

"Better?" He asked me with a smile.

"I wasn't complaining before, though." I answered.Β 

His chuckling was like music to my ears.

"If you knew how much you affected me, you'd understand why its safer for the both of us to stay this way instead." Marc only said to me.

I understood what he meant. Instantly.

"And, if you want to know why I stare at you the way I do?" He said to me, eyes looking and heavily admiring all my features, prioritizing my eyes like they had gold and diamonds in them, "It's because I still cannot bring myself to understand how someone could be as beautiful as you."

His words couldn't have sounded even more sincere.

Softly, his thumb traced against the skin of my cheekbones, lining downwards with patience, making sure to savour in every part of my face and I felt his thumb heading its way to the base of my lips. I stared right back into the goodness in his eyes as he practically glorified me.

I wished I saw myself the way that Marc did. I wished I worshipped myself the way he did. Looked at myself and wondered how someone be so beautiful, be awed, stupefied, even damaged by the beauty that I possessed. He looked at me like I was worth more than gold, like I glowed more than every single precious gem there could be.

Like I was.... Perfect.

I wish I could see me the way he did too. I wished I could see me from his point of View. I couldn't bring myself to understand it. How I was all these things, good and perfect, to someone else. I mean, why me? Why me?

"God damn," His thumb rested against my lips and I stared up at him with eyes softened as I heard him whisper in awe to himself. He had even swallowed. Hard.Β 

I was that much, that heavy, even for him to take in....

Could I ever really understand the love that Marcus Acha had for me?

"When someone strikes me the way that you do, can you really blame me for staring?" He said to me, a little laugh flowing along with his words as he planted a soft kiss on my neck that spread goosebumps round my body in a flash, "Yeah?"

"Relatable." I agreed, laughing softly myself.

"Oh?" That piqued him with interest as he raised a brow, "That's why you stare too? Is that why you were boring holes into my skin back when we were outside with classmates?"Β 

He was talking about when he saw me outside. I knew right off.

Or, rather when I saw him first, with the bunch of set guys that walked in with Kelechi Uwa.

Before he put up a show for classmates, came to me and asked to privately get a room. I knew because I had been staring hopelessly before he finally looked up and made eye contact with me.

"You know I actually felt someone heavily staring at me," He told me, "And I didn't even know it was you until I looked up. Nearly gave me a heart attack back there."

He didn't look like he was having a heart attack. He looked hot.Β 

"I still resent you for putting up that kind of show for our classmates," I playfully scolded him, punching him on the shoulder; he barely felt it, "You really thought it was necessary to make our classmates lose their mind because of us. Fucking drama Queen."

He belted out a laughter.

"Wouldn't miss out on any opportunity to let the world know that you're my baby girlΒ na," Marc said, "A damn trumpet wouldn't be enough to resound it, my love."

"Aren't you embarrassed?" I asked him out of the blue.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at my question.

"Embarrassed of what?" He asked me.

"There is so much controversy surrounding me right now," I reminded him, "Not just with Classmates, but the entirety of the country has my family name at the tip of their tongues. Does that not bother you?"

"Your well being bothers me, if that's what you mean," He said to me, "I tried calling you thousands of times when I got the news. When I saw it all over the news. I got scared when you were so unreachable. Seeing you here today was the best relief. The Highlight of my day."

My lips tickled and reflexively stretched into a smile. A hard smile. I was blushing. I hated when Marc turned me into mush like this. I hated and loved it. I couldn't control myself.

"You're sweet," I said to him, "And you care so much about me that you missed out that the point of my question had nothing to do with me....."

His hands played against my skin through the fabric of my shirt as I talked, soft smile on his lips and a calm, listening look in his eyes.

"I mean your well being, Marc," I elaborated, "I am the most talked about person on the Internet right now. Some people are sympathetic, others choose to be insensitive. Does it not bother you that your name is dragged in the mud alongside mine?

Classmates aren't the only ones who know we are together. Social Media knows too. People are there making jokes on the matter, popping Tiktok trends in my family name, and turning it into a laughing stock. Classmates are being insensitive too. Judgemental and ridiculous. And everything on my name is somehow linked back and connected to you; its inevitable. How does that make you feel?"

"Not a thing, Aurora," Marc said to me, his eyes never losing contact with mine, smile never wavering off for a second, "I genuinely couldn't bring myself to give a fuck."

"That's not possible," I folded my arms, subtle scowl on my face as I made up my mind that he could only be lying, "Anyone would be disturbed. Even if it were in the slightest."

He only laughed softly, before letting go of my waist to find my hands, reaching it and holding it softly, fitting my little hands perfectly into his' as he played with my fingers lightly.

Calmly, he said to me,

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