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We are still on Baekhyun of Exo because dayummm, the man can SAAAANNNGGGGGGGGG!!!😭πŸ”₯

Song for the Chapter is Cry for Love by Baekhyun, and the media is up there, so check it out and be blessed by those ear sweeteners!!!! EXO GUYS SING LIKE THEY ARE GOING FOR WAR! I DON'T KNOW WHY ANYONE WOULD NOT STAN THESE VOCAL GODS!!!!!!

Okay, that's enough fan girling. Let's start with the chapter, Lmaooo! Peep the name of the chapter and comment if you get the inside joke!πŸ˜‚β€οΈΒ 









~DABI~


"Is our boyfriend man asking for some noodles?"

I believed I did not have hear Ebere Onuoha correctly.

Khalid vibes were all around the room, smooth and serene, yet loud enough to drown anyone's voice. So, I was not sure if I was to be alarmed by such unnecessarily loud music or the fact that the twin just asked me if the consistent and non-stop buzzing of my iPhone was my boyfriend asking me for Indomie.

"Eh?

That was me, to the Twin, who by the way, acted like she didn't realise that I was stupid confused. So, even when I stared at her with confusion slapped upon my face, a total idiot before her, her face was straight as a card board paper.

As a matter of fact, she seemed just as busy as everyone else in the room, paying half a mind to me, or maybe as little as a quarter, while the rest of her attention went into scavenging the huge travelling bag on Soma's Queen-sized bed for the perfect 'fit.

"Boyfriend man seems a bit too desperate, Chica," She stated, her tone matter of factly, "So..." She grabbed a pink tube top from the bag, frowned in disgust with one glance at it before carelessly flinging it onto the bed and moving to the next, "Send a tease. Like a thirst trap. Let the jig' suffer a little. I love stressing men!"

Was she...

Was she talking to me...?

Okay, maybe she wasn't.

So, I completely ignored her.

Frankly, I had other things plaguing my mind. For starters, the Christmas Party was tonight.

If someone told me that on this very night, I would be sitting there in Soma's room, half dressed in a little something that the tall girl had picked out herself, for me, and mixing in myself in the Sister's little dress up charade, or chaos, I wouldn't have believed them.

But here we were, here I was...

In the ins of Soma's magical Kingdom, surrounded by the ridiculous luxury of her large bedroom.

With bright hues of orange like rays of the sunset brightening the space around us, blending it into a fine shade of gold on our skin. The large spinning chandelier at the centre of the ceiling that dotted against our skin with shapes of fine beads, taking turns with colours of orange, gold and silver, even against the dozens and dozens of hand-drawn portrait pictures, hanging all around the walls of Soma's bedroom. The air around us, shaded with fine hues and particles of light that looked like fairy dust, filling the room with fine smokes of silver and orange.

The room was hot with preparation too. In its peak, really.

The Sisters were hurrying busy bodies; all of them, doing one thing or the other with some sort of urgency: talking at the same time, about different things, ranging from cries of frustration about misplaced make-up brushes that were literally just on Soma's teddy bears' golden tea table and suddenly just disappeared.

To the cringe worthiness of dozens of outfits that had been tried out, one after the other, for about one million times, and how they every gloss colour just did not match the colour of their skin, either looked too dark, dull, or too bright.

Even down to the most random talks and laughs about more cringe WhatsApp status updates of wannabe class girls who posted pre-party 'takes, doing the absolute most and thirst trapping the Internet into utter chaos.

Then, hyping up some others though, boys and girls alike, who were looking like a snack on their Instagram stories: showing teasers of their make up looks, outfit inspo, fancy jewellery and wristwatches from known and famously appraised and expensive brands, and generally, just really cool fashion aesthetics.

And with some cool RnB music in the air and a sweet scent of Vanilla and strawberry perfume lingering in the room, I just sat there by the carrousel in the middle of the room, intermediating between watching the stuffed animals that spun around it and the Sisters who were seriously moving down to business.

Ebere had spent the last half hour, throwing away every dress her hands picked out from the bag in rejection, flinging them onto the bed in utter disgust and frustration, while wearing nothing but a transparent lace bra and some nearly unseen G-string panties.

Chika had disappeared into Soma's dressing room, leaving her speaker to blast Khalid on shuffle and full volume, and she had refused to step out for even one second.

The last I looked to Soma and Ebube, she was applying some eye shadow to her eyes, and I saw Soma's mouth moving to a song I knew wasn't the one playing, screaming Bubble gum and rainbow monkeys over and over as she gleamed and grinned widely in excitement, painting the twin's face.

And through the mirror, Ebube who was like Soma, dressed in a bathing robe, already looked so gorgeous, with shades of blue blended at the top of her eye lids, highlighting her features brilliantly.

Soma was on fire tonight though. Especially on my matter. As a matter of fact, I had never seen her so jumpy and excited on my case. She was so sad and disappointed when I told her that I was not going to be there at the Christmas party at first, and when I told her that I had changed my mind, oh boy, she was high as a kite.

The girl spent a ridiculous amount of money looking for 'things she thinks Dabeluchi will like to wear' and browsing pinterest for 'Badass smoky eye make up', wasted over 500mb saving up dozens and dozens of pictures into her 'Things that will look good on Dabeluchi' collection on Instagram.

I insisted that all of that was all extra and unnecessary, but when I figured that she was relentless, I did not even have the strength to fight. So, I picked up the first set of clothes that she showed me and fake smiled until my cheeks started to hurt, assuring Soma that I was content with that outfit.

Honestly speaking, I cared little to nothing about what I wore.

I was only going to the Christmas party because I wanted to see Marcus Acha.

However, I had to praise Soma for all her diligence. I was a distance away from the vanity mirrors where she was, applying very thick lip liner over the gloss on Ebube Onuoha's pouty shaped lips, one that from the Vanity mirror, I could see, was bolding the outline of her lips while she quietly sat and closed her eyes softly. Tenderly so. Almost daintily.

For a moment, I was just sitting there and staring at how beautiful Ebube looked.

"So, you are ignoring me now, Dabeluchi?"

I was called back to Ebere's eyes that were direct on me, sharp at the edges with dark eyeliner and a lining of white that was hardly seen underneath, a combination that gave her a striking, almost painful-to-look-at beauty.

With hands on akimbo, left hip shooting out slightly in sass, and an lift of her perfectly carved brows, she stared at me and waited for an answer.

"Noodles," I started by repeating exactly what I had heard her say, "You asked me if Marc wants some noodles." Hopefully, I was able to communicate how that made no sense to me.

"Noodles?" Soma's thick brow quirked together and head tilted to the side in confusion, momentarily stopping on Ebube's make up to glance up at me and Ebere, "Did I just hear you say noodles?" The other twin had opened her eyes too, turning softly to stare at us as well.

A little chuckle escaped Ebere's lips, the corners crinkling as she seemingly tried to hold in the whole laugh.

"Yes, Soso, you heard me properly," She played along with the tall girl, while thriving some joy from my solid confusion, "I said send Acha some noodles, alright-

Huh?

"-Some notty noodles!"

Wtf.

The twin laughed at her own rubbish joke, nearly falling over the throw stool by the bed and crashing onto Soma's make up box, belting out massive laughter while I just sat there, watching her and wondering if she had gone mad.

"Nudes," Ebube's lips were twitching as she withheld a snicker; Soma who was supposed to be doing her make up was giggling non-stop at how silly Ebere looked kneeling by the bed and laughing so hard. "My sister means to say you should send Nudes."

Soma was quick to jump into objection.

"No!" She screamed, "Don't do that! Don't ever send a guy nudes. It never ends well!"

"Oh, relax!" Ebere waved Soma off, debunking, "If my girl wants to tease her man a lil', what's the worst that could happen?"

Soma was not clear if this was all jokes or not, and I was on the same plate.

"It could leak, though," Adamant, she still was.

"And who will leak it?" Ebere scoffed in disbelief.

She was all dramatic head rolls and facetious finger snaps, a clear evidence of mock sass rolling off her body language.

"Who, na?" She pressed on, still, "Lover boy Clyde?"

I frowned instinctively. "Marc would never do such a thing to me."

"I hate to second you, b, but through what I have seen so far, I guess your baby, Marc isn't quite the asshole I made him out to be, originally," Ebere said, agreeing with me.

That... Surprised me.

"Really?" I asked Ebere, slapped with surreality. "You... You trust Marcus Acha?"

She looked like she hated to admit it, but a warm smile married her stunningly gorgeous face.

It was a real smile. Her eyes, the corners crinkled with sincerity, and her shoulders shrugged like she couldn't have any other choice. It made me smile too, knowing that it was rare to see this smile off Ebere. It was so pure and true, and from the depth of her heart.

People only smiled at way when they were a hundred percent sincere about their feelings or if they cared a fuck lot about you. Or both.

"I trust him for you," She said to me, "I trust that he loves you genuinely and won't hurt you. I guess that's all that matters, right?"

I felt so understood. So supported. Warm and comforted too. I couldn't stop smiling in relief.

"I mean, I hate to admit it," She said with a smile, "But, boyfriend man is simping so hard, it's hard to not tell he is obsessed. It is kinda relieving, knowing he is a real one. So, yeah, I guess I trust him. For you, at least."

"Thank you," I told her.

I never knew that this day would come. I never knew that Ebere would ever look at Marcus as any less of a blood sucking demon. Right from start, he and his clan of Art guys from Class A, as well as the little group he associated himself with and the hype of classmates on his name, they saw him as nothing less than a vein attention seeker who would do psychotically anything to cause a 'commotion' on his name in front of his peers.

Even if it meant using me.

But, no, Marc was nothing like that. My Clyde was the sweetest.

"I have trusted him from day one too, remember?"

It was Soma who caught my attention, standing there and observing the entire thing like we were somewhat betraying her or something. Or maybe it was just concern that was heavy in her eyes, heavy enough to look that way.

"I know Acha wouldn't do anything to harm you," She said. "I am aware that he loves you, beyond all reasonable and unreasonable doubts..."

Certainly.

"... But, so many people hate that about the both of you," Soma continued, "So, don't give them any sort of leverage or opportunity to ruin you. The way the world works, at the end of the day, you're the one who suffers the consequences and not him."

"Oh," I backtracked slightly on that realization. She is right.

"Well, true," Ebere didn't argue with that, "That is why I always say fuck the World and do what you want."

"You do say that, but you also have a strong stance on being careful enough to not ruin your reputation or social status."

I almost said that.

Almost.

That fact didn't hit me until now.

But, this was just the way the Twins were built. They would push themselves or even you into doing things that will spark controversy, just to 'gain a name' and while getting the mixed reactions of good and bad, they assure you or themselves that 'they don't care'.

But, no, they do care.

As far as the mixed reviews are more of positive than negative, its an 'I don't care' façade.

But once it starts to backfire and take an unexpected turn and the negative starts to overshadow the positive, threading dangerously into the line of status quo defiance and social suicide, then that's when everything turns red.

It made sense. I always wondered why and how the twins seems to do dangerous things, like going nude on Social Media for example, even when they knew Classmates were judgemental as fuck, but I topped it all by assuming it was just immense confidence. I thought they just didn't care, but it confused me that they were the same people who constantly gave me do's and don'ts of how to keep a social status.

So, contrary to the 'I am dressing the way I want because I can or want to' or 'I am breaking social norms and cooking up mass conspiracies because I couldn't care less about what people say of me', I believed the Onuoha Twins did not do these things because, from the depth of their hearts, they wanted to do these things and didn't care what people thought...

The girls simply did it for Attention.

So, it made sense that they drew the line when that 'Attention' started to wildly backfire.

Because at the end of the day, the most important thing was keeping your rank in the Social Hierarchy System of Castron High.

"Marc doesn't even want me to send him nudes," I rather told them.

Ebere scoffed in disbelief.

"Girl, that kind of guy does not exist." She blankly made her statement, before dumping three rejected clothes at a stretch onto the bed.

I wanted to protest...

"No such thing. No such guy,"

She sounded very certain. Said what she was saying so easily and was back to what she was doing in no time, surfing for clothes.

I expected Soma to debunk for me, but when she didn't say anything, I started to think she believed that too.

"Well," I started by saying as I watched her quietly, "I don't think I agree though."

"Believe me, he is just good enough to be patient with you," She said, "Wanna bet? Send him some' and watch it become the norm."

Uh...

"Send him what?"

Manicured hands parted the curtains of Soma's dressing room immediately and out came, popping through from in between the orange curtains, Chika's head.

With face bare of make up, I could see ever expression on her naturally beautiful face and it screamed of Amebo.

"Send him what?"

I swear her ears may have been red with it, piqued in high interest, curiosity, and a bit of suspicion too as she looked around the room.

"Nothing.-"

"Ebere wants Lulu to send nudes to Marcus Acha!"

Soma ratted out in no time, cutting both me and the twin off before we utter a full word.

Ebere chortled to herself, mumbling, "Sneaky like bitch."

Meanwhile, Chika looked like a white ghost.

"Nudes?" She exclaimed.

Evidently, she was in horror. With a speed that shocked me, she whipped her head so fast to Ebere, eyes nearly popping out of it's sockets.

"Babe. Why would you tell Dabz to do such a dangerous thing?" She asked.

"Oh, relax," Ebere laughed, waving the girl off dismissively, "You girls get so shaken up so easily. It's just nudes."

"It's not 'just' if there are a dozen things that could go wrong o," Chika said to Ebere, "Hah. Don't put things into the girl's head, my gee."

"Fine, Chi, whatever," She playfully rolled her eyes and shook her head, "I ain't forcing anyone to do anything o. I'm just saying if Dabeluchi wants to do anything with her man. Who are we to stop her? Let her have her fun na." She winked jestingly at me, moving her shoulders teasingly as if giving me a jokingly silent 'go ahead and try it'.

Most definitely, Chika was about to come in and say something more, so I took the initiative to step in and speak.

"Actually, I am not thinking of sending him nudes though."

That seemed to calm Chika down a bit; she looked at me and I watched her shoulders visibly drop in relaxation.

"Oh," She said to me, quipping a quiet smile. "Good for you, Dabeluchi. That's a great decision."

Maybe it was in my head, but her voice when she spoke to me was calmer and softer. As though she were talking to a child that found it hard to cope or understand.

All I did was nod, and with that, she zapped the curtains back together and disappeared in through them.

I found myself staring there at the closed curtains where Chika was beneath, doing the exact same thing that Ebere had been doing all evening.

Looking for the perfect dress.

Just like Ebere, she had come here with a bag too, and she had been searching and dumping everything, one after the other, in dissatisfaction.

To be honest, it was unusual.

Very unusual.

Chika never surfed clothes for the perfect 'fit to wear. She was fast and efficient with these kind of things, dipping her hands into her closest and picking out the first or second choice, with little to no debate.

I mean, it wasn't that she didn't take care of herself or anything. She did. Remarkably, even. It just was not in her nature to go all out, picking and dumping clothes over and over and over all in the name of looking for what the perfect thing to wear and impress. She dressed for her own comfort, so I'd noticed, and while at it, rocked whatever she wore like a confirmed badass.

So, why was Chika suddenly so serious about picking out an outfit tonight?

"Alright, Lulu, it's time to finish you up!" Soma screamed out of nowhere, jolting me out of my thoughts and rushing from the Vanity Mirror towards me excitedly with some scissors, tweezers, and screw drivers.

I wanted to run away.

Had half the mind.

But, Somadina was holding me in her grip in no time and digging her weapons into the concoction she had already previously constructed on my head.

I don't know what it was, but Soma had done something to my head. She swore to me that it was in her agenda to break the curse on my head and after hours and hours of trying to detangle my forming dreads, she came to the realization that some things were more powerful than her.

So, she started to work with my dreads and braid them the way they were, and next thing, she whipped out some artificial hair and started to construct a whole fucking Minnie Mouse on my head.

I liked the theme she was going for. The Biker girl aesthetic. She went for something I would have done myself, but with hers came more drama, style, and bezazz. The entire outfit was leather-based from top to finish, and at first, I was scared that the halter neck top would be too revealing, having it had no hands, and only but some strings that extended from the neck line of the and crossed around my neck.

The fact that I was wearing some Biker shorts to complete the

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