8bΒ°/ Dirtier Conspiracies and Toxic Masculinity

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~ACHA~

Shock?

Amusement?

Disbelief?

Man, I wasn't even sure which one I felt as I went over the list, displayed on the screen of the strange phone in my hand, for the hundredth time yet.

Chika's dare task.

Soma's dare task.

Dabeluchi's dare task.

Ebere's dare task.

Ebube's dare task.

Each one of them either surprised me, left me unspeakably stunned, or terrified the shit out out of me and I just wondered .... the heart, the bravery,Β  the .. audacity?

So many things were wrong with this list.

So many, many things were wrong.

"Chika's own caught me off guard the most, though," JJ spoke.

I begged to differ. Chika's dare task wasn't even the most alarming thing on this list.

"And it was actually all thanks to her that I came up with this plan to spice it up for them," JJ told us, "Just a little," he pinched an imaginary lump in the air to emphasize, and something about the way he said it didn't sitting well with me that instant.

"What the fuck do they even mean by this 'Dares and Pledges'?" Jagun asked.

"Isn't it self explanatory?" Kingsley frowned at him.

"I still don't grab why someone like Chika would even agree to something like that. Why would she, the Miss Independent of the set, want to engage in something like this..?" Another guy made a comment and I knew he was talking about Chika's dare task specifically.

I actually raised a brow.

I mean, sure, what was on that list for Chika to do, was way out of her character.. but seriously? Are these guys really just about to focus on only Chika's dare task? Out of EVERYTHING on that list?!

"Yeah, I thought Chika was into all that feminist trash," Another guy commented, irritation evident in his tone, and when I thought he was going to spit in all his disgust, he didn't.

"Exactly," Someone else came in, "So shouldn't this be contradicting that her nonsense 'I don't need a man in my life' motive." He hissed, dismissed something in the air, "All these yeye fenmist, abi feminists are just confused, abeg!"

"I swear, guy. Real clowns, man!" JJ made sure to comment, not forgetting to laugh about it, "Have you seen the girl's IG page? Omo, I fit blind from clownery. All these girls just like to feel too high and entitled. What's the point of feminism anyway? Trash!"

The rest of the boys were quick to agree with JJ. All of them, began throwing in their points of view, like they had been waiting a lifetime tobget to voice out their opinion on this topic.

"I mean, who are they decieving? Are they going to be the ones to be paying the rent or providing for the family?"

"For real, Bobby! Feminists make my blood boil!"

"My guy, leave them! It's when their eye will open, they'll see how much they need us!"

"Or when Konji kee dem there!"

A loud burst of laughter exploded into the air and filled the entire room at the last thing that Kingsley had said, the boys couldn't have been able to laugh more hysterically.

"But guys oo..." One of the guys took the chance to speak up, the one who had been wearing the red cap all night.

"Maybe Chika's friends put her up to this? Maybe it was their idea," He was saying, "She doesn't seem like someone who'd willingly do something like this on her own accord. Something that has to do with... a boy."Β 

That fact actually surprised me, yeah, but nothing still makes it a guarantee that Chika's dare task was the most alarming dare task on the list.

It wasn't even close. I only wondered why the boys were hinting specifically on that very dare task.... Why it bothered them this much.

"But do you guys know how we can take advantage of this over Chika?" JJ got all the attention again.

"To me.." he continued, gesturing, hands to his chest as he spoke, "this her dare task may leave her vulnerable for us to do whatever we want with her."

What the fuck was he even saying?

"But..." Jagun chipped in, "They were very specific in the list whom Chika is supposed to be.. I don't know..Β  getting sexual with."

"Exactly," The red cap guy came in, "She wouldn't let anyone else get close to her except MadMan. He's the one that the list clearly asked her to go for."

MadMan? Oh, hell, the way these guys nickname our classmates is just unnecessary.

"I know that, that's why I got everything mapped out already," JJ smiled proudly, coming in to answer the boys' questions.

If only he could get his own studies all mapped out like this.

I wondered why JJ was so serious about this. It almost seemed like he had an immature, low-key beef with Chika that we weren't aware about.

"I got his phone too. Madman's phone," JJ started explaining.

Wow. He really mapped this all out carefully.

"I dropped his shit back before he even noticed, and I already texted Chika with his phone, to fix an meet up. So, now, Chika has a text message in her phone from MadMan, asking her to meet with him to talk," JJ air quoted the last word as he spoke, I could see how much he was looking forward to whatever he had planned out.

I had half a mind to leave... But a stronger, more curious part of me, wanted to hear the end of this.

"Ofcourse, I deleted the message from his phone, because there's no way that MadManΒ  can know I used his phone to text Chika, and I figured since she and MadMan are already good friends, she wouldn't feel sketchy about meeting up with him, you grab?" He went on.

"Omo, guy, when did you do all these ones?" One of the guys had to even ask JJ, who laughed, shook his head, and responded, "Guy, you don't understand, when you want something done that bad, you gats get to serious work!"

Why he was so intent on whatever he had going on in his mind...?

"Okay so chill, Chika is supposed to meet MadMan in Room 50, on this very floor.." JJ continued, "And obviously, he won't show up because he knows nothing about this shit, so this is the fun part, guys.."

I don't know why I got extremely uncomfortable.

"We are the ones going to be showing up," JJ said, "We are going to be the ones leashing out a little surprise on our little feminist Queen instead."

Goosebumps formed on my skin.

I understood what JJ was trying to say.

Godforbid.

"In my opinion, Chika would be quite easy a prey," JJ had this smile, curving slowly at the corner of his lips. A smile that was everything evil and sinister, and for the first time, I looked at JJ and he looked like an entirely different person to me.

Godforbid.

JJ continued talking, revenge and resentment, mixed with a sick, sick, psychotic joy, glaring in his tone as she spoke, "This whole dare task fiasco will leave her in our mercy, guys."

God forbid.

"And just IMAGINE what it'd be like having, in our possession, an 18 rated explicit video of our sets' most stronghead feminist! Man, that's going to be epic! I'm talking about mega epic shit, this will go down in history!"

Sean stood up, absolutely disgusted.

"Acha, stand up. Make we leave this place." He was blunt, didn't even waste any time, showing it to everyone that he wasn't having any of this shit.

And boy, neither was I.

Sean and I made for the exit.

"Yoo, guys, chill!" JJ rushed to reach out immediately.

He literally sprinted towards us to stop us, reaching out immediately...Β  to Sean. Specifically.

He didn't touch me, he touched Sean. Only Sean.

However, the latter literally jumped away from his touch, an extremely disgusted expression like JJ's hands were covered in maggots, couldn't leave his face..... I knew at that moment that I wasn't the only one who saw JJ differently at this point.

"I swear to God, if you touch me!" Sean warned JJ, stilling the entire room completely with a loud growl of a voice.

JJ kept his distance. Surprisingly. He backed up, cleverly moving away from Sean.

However, he wasn't afraid. What I saw in his eyes wasn't particularly 'fear'. It almost looked like desperation, and a slight bit of that immense respect I always saw in his eyes whenever anything had to do with Sean.

He almost looked like he couldn't care too much about me. But at the same time, he wished there was a way to diffuse Sean's rage, and make him stay instead.

Sean glared at JJ specifically, acknowledging absolutely nothing, not the respect, not the desperation. It wasn't his business.

He pointed at accusing finger at JJ, furious. "You're planning to rape a girl and you think I'll stay in the same room with-"

"No, no, it's not rape-"

"Shut up. I'm not done talking. Don't fucking interrupt me." Sean hissed acidly at JJ who kept his mouth shut again, swallowing his words.

"You want to rape a girl, JJ. Has it gotten to this?" He measured his glare on the kid.

"It's not going to be rape, just hear me out," JJ was still trying to explain.

"I'm not hearing any shit out. A bunch of you want to jump one single girl and come out with a sextape, and you're telling me it's not rape. That's Gang Rape! And oh God, I will not even hesitate to expose all of you!" Sean said to JJ, said to all the boys.

Fire broke lose in the room and when some of them got on their feet to charge Sean, JJ looked helpless, trying to calm the angry boys behind him, desperately trying to get them not to reach Sean.

"Guy, watch your mouth oo!"

"You just talk anyhow, one-day you'll cut your last straw!"

"Na because of JJ we dey leave am so, he dey talk too much nonsense!"

Sean was quick to start throwing 'fuck you' and 'Come and beat me' at the already, raging boys, and I saw a fire, starting here before it even broke out.

"Sean, let's just leave." I held onto him.

He was resisting me as I tried to pull him along, and God, I wondered why this boy didn't let unnecessary fights just go. If these guys jumped us now, we wouldn't stand a chance. We were by far outnumbered, and yet, Sean somehow thought he was the Rock or something.

"All of you dey form gang boys, abi? I don report una finish! Rapist bastards!"Β  Sean shouted at all of them, and I saw myself stepping in, joining JJ to stop the boys from getting to him and breaking his neck, but Sean wasn't even taking a hint.

"If you want to stop me from reporting you, shoot me. Shoot me oo!" Sean wouldn't stop this.

"Can you behave yourself, let's just leave!" I literally screamed at him, but he refused to pay me any mind.

"Man, can you just chill! Nobody's going to shoot you!" JJ moved to Sean, who threw his hand away, in disgust, as it accidentally grazed his skin.

"We aren't all ganging up on Chika! Only one of us is going to her, and if she doesn't consent, we back off, simple!" JJ shouted now, he just had to shout too, as though he wanted Sean to get it into his head.

"And if she does? You keep a sextape?" I had to speak up at that point. "No matter how you put it, JJ, it's still fucked up."

"Brah, it won't even work." Sean was certain, literally dismissed it. "Why would Chika consent with any of you fools? See big dreams. She'll fucking break your nose. It's like you've forgotten the kind of girl we're talking about?"

JJ looked frustrated. "That's the thing, we're all not barging in on her like psychopaths, naw! Only one of us is going to have to go in, and Chika isn't going to be forced to do anything she doesn't want to. It'll only be effective if the the person we pick can make her consent with him."

Then you make a video...?

Could JJ even hear himself?

"All of you are sick," Sean shook his head, pointed to JJ and said, "I hope you keep up this energy when it's time to gather up enough cash for a nose job, brah."

JJ raised his hand in a gesture of surrender. "Oh, hell no. I'm not the one going it, I'd be dead meat."

Oh, wow.

"It has to be a guy who doesn't have a problem with getting the ladies." JJ went on.

Sean was literally looking at JJ like he was an irritating clown.

I mentally scoffed. Challenged for some reason I didn't get, and a part of my mind, pushing aside the glaring matter at hand.

'A guy who doesn't have a problem with getting the ladies'.... Oh, please. I'd love to know who. Like anyone else in this room could ever.

JJ decided to hit the nail on the head. "Like Acha."

I choked. On absolutely Nothing. I literally just choked.

"Excuse me?" I looked at JJ. Blinked.

A part of me knew this was going to happen. Why did it still take me off-guard?

"Wow, JJ. Wow. So that's how quick you are to offer your own friend to death." Sean scoffed, shook his head, and right after deciding he had had enough, turned around and signalled for the both of us, to leave.

Hold up...

Something about that statement Sean made.... triggered me.

I didn't go with him. He stood there, confused, probably wondering why.

In as much as I wasn't, in any way, supporting this little plan JJ came up with... I failed to properly understand what Sean meant by that comment he just made.

Was he implying that I was incapable?

Did he really feel I wasn't enough for Chika?

Was that what he was trying to say?

"C'mon, Acha can get any girl he wants, naw," JJ was quick to rub the wounds of my bruised ego.

Sean looked unconvinced, and a part of me wanted to throw curses at him.

"Hahh. Is it not Acha again?? Name one girl this guy has gone after that rejected him. Name one! Just one, abeg!" Another guy followed up, and even with the look on his face, I knew, I saw, I could even feel the level at which these guys had placed me highly.

I didn't know how to feel. I felt absolutely sick for liking the praise, but I couldn't help it.

And he was right. Yes. He was right and Sean was wrong.

I could get any girl I wanted. Feminist or not. Chika Chioma or not.

The guys went at it, at once. They burst into a series of praises that lifted me above Sean's degradation. I don't know if they were trying to spite Sean, or hail me, but whatever it was, I loved it.

They were feeding my confidence, massaging my ego, and reminding me just how much I was to be looked up to as a person. Reminding me of how much they thought I was the shit.

They didn't stop. Reminiscing on past times when - according to them-Β  I easily got the most difficult girls... None of which were a lie, of course. It felt good. So good. A petty part of me wanted to scream 'That would show you' at Sean.

"Guy, come first." Sean said to me, and whatever pulled me to heed, I don't know.

A part of me wanted to decline, wanted to stay and prove my worth to these guys ... But, no. I guess a bigger part of my subconscious wasn't generally comfortable with the air of this environment, even if it lifted my confidence at the moment.

Sean and I stepped out of the room, and only stopped walking when we were in the middle of the hallway, atleast a five-step distance away from the room.

"What are you doing?" Sean asked me, folded his arms and looked me dead in the eyes.

I was confused. "I don't get.. What am I doing?"

"You know exactly what you're doing, Acha." He spoke again, narrowing his eyes onto me this time.

I had no idea what this confrontation was supposed to be about, yet Sean's look on me was stern, like something I did wasn't sitting right with him.

Then, that was the thing.

What did I do..?

"You were about to give in back there." He stated ever so plainly like it was a damn fact. Plainer, stoic eyes fixed on me as out came from his mouth, his own plain thoughts.

I was deeply offended.

"Excuse me?" I tilted my head as I looked at Sean's face closely to decipher if he was being serious right now.

"Don't even deny it, brah. I saw the look on your face, if I didn't get you out of there, you would have gone along with JJ and his twisted plan to rape a girl."

I stepped back at Sean's word that was equivalent to a punch in the gut.

He didn't even bat an eyelid to show he acknowledged how offended I was at his words.

"Why would you think that, Sean?" My voice was barely a croak, as the hurt, the pain, the feeling of betrayal and every negative feeling I felt at Sean's accusation, sipped into my own voice, weakening it's firmness, against my will.

If Sean noticed that, he didn't care.

He only kept running his mouth, spewing out harsh, hurtful words that friends should never say to each other.

"So you're a rapist now, huh?" He started, spitting that directly to my face, slamming a chainsaw into my heart, without giving a care in the world.

"You don't see anything wrong with anything those guys want to do to Chika?" His bitter tone made me visibly wince, and I had to cut him off there.

"I can't even believe you would even think-"

"Deceit." Sean didn't even let me finish, "Decieving a girl by making her think she's going to meet someone she's made plans to meet-"

"You don't even want me to land, you're just-"

It's like we were in a battle on 'who can cut the other off more' because just as I had cut Sean off, he did same to me immediately, rubbing me off whatever I was about to say.

"Then what next?" He took the mic, "You show up out of the blues and appear in there with Chika, and do what? Touch her? Kiss her? Do your shit and see how long it takes for her to realise that it's you that's making out her, and not the person she thought she was going to meet? And you believe that isn't sexual assault? You want to go along with that?" Sean's voice had an edge to it that wasn't there before.

"If you're not going to let me speak, you can atleast just reduce your voice, guy-"

"Brah, that's RAPE!" Sean got even louder, threw his hands in the air, not even having it at all. "Acha, you're indirectly just going to take advantage of her ignorance, sexually, and get what you want from her. Have you even thought of what it'd be like for her when she realises what's going on?! Especially when she realises she got filmed? C'mon, you can't be that insensitive!"

My saliva thickened, a lump formed in my throat, and the silence between us after Sean's reaming,Β  threatened to render us both deaf.

He sounded like he had already seen me do it.

And Jesus, the thought of him, even envisioning me, doing a thing like that, triggered the fuck out of me.

I looked away from Sean's heated glare, and focused on the dark tiles on the ground as I counted to ten under my breath, praying within me that I'd have the patience to not drill a hole in his face with my fist.

I only spoke when I was calm. And thank God, he didn't stop me this time, because I would have gone apeshit crazy.

"I wasn't going to agree to anything." I told Sean, said it directly to his face,Β  "And I can't believe you'd even think that low of me, Sean. You're supposed to be my best friend."

"I know you, Acha." There was a way that Sean said it that made him sound annoyingly certain. "I know you more than you know yourself. You were going to agree with those guys."

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