Way Too Big✔️

10. Way too big; [There's nothing as shitty as cyber bullying.]

10.// Way too big; [ There's nothing as shitty as cyberbullying.]

A picture has been going around Since this morning. A Sunday for that matter. A very disturbing picture. It's a picture of a girl with big breasts and stomach, and no ass or backside, as the guys put it.

It appears Shade had nothing to do on a Sunday morning than to share a degrading picture and caption it 'if this isn't Samantha.' with two laughing emojis. Her mates were in church, she's busy bullying people online. As if doing it in person wasn't enough. And still had the shameless audacity to post in the class group chat.
Prompting comments and reposts like
"Tbvh😂"
"I swearrrr"
"Samantha be like amoeba😂😪"

I was livid.
In my entire life, I've never seen someone as petty as Shade. Like, doesn't she rest?
I thought of a way to deal with her without getting into trouble with the school authority as I narrowly just escaped one.
But the only thing that she seemed to deserve was a severe beating, a bloody one.

I checked my WhatsApp again to see if Samantha has replied but no, she hasn't. All I saw were two deleted messages from Saturday night. And that was even before shade posted the picture.

Walking speedily to class, I did not know when I bumped into Elizabeth. Causing all the books in her hand to fall and scatter.
Without a word, I bent down and picked every one of them and handed it over to her.
Elizabeth was frowning, " What You're supposed to say is sorry..."

Raising an eyebrow, I asked, "for?
I already picked your books."
I took off my glasses.

Elizabeth gave me a hard look, I gave her a harder one. " One day, you'll realize how relevant the word sorry is, and hopefully by then, it won't be too late. It's simple courtesy, Naomi."

I waved my hand in dismissal. "Whatever makes you sleep at night."
She shook her head and was about to leave when I asked, "have you seen Samantha today?"

"You clearly saw that I'm just coming out of a class. How am I supposed to know where Samantha is?"

" What You're supposed to say is no. It's a simple question Elizabeth." I smirked and left her looking dumbfounded.

* * *

Surprisingly, Samantha's been unaffected by this whole thing. Or my girl's just acting. If she was, man she's really good at it.
She completely ignored every comment and snicker.
And when I asked her, "how'd you feel about this?"
She simply shrugged and replied casually, "I don't care."
I smiled with pride. That's the Samantha I'm raising, unaffected and unbothered.

Funny how I still hadn't seen Shade since morning and now it's a break, my fists were itching to drive a hole in her face.

Samantha, haliya, and I were sitting at the rear end in the cafeteria.
I had finished eating my food and was willingly helping Haliya with hers. I'm too nice, I know. It's one of my most endearing qualities.

Haliya was going through her notes cause she has government test right after the break when Michael came to our table. Hands in pocket, strutting towards us as haliya blushed bright red.
"Hey, what's good?" He asked Samantha and me.
"Life's good," I replied coolly.
Samantha replied, "I'm good."

He stretched his hands out for a handshake but since I was eating, I gave him a fist bump.

Then, like the gentleman man haliya claims he is, he kisses the back of haliya's hand. The way haliya's smiling, you'll think she's going to explode any second. Her complexion wasn't even helping matters. I stifled a laugh and exchanged looks with Samantha.
He squatted beside Haliya and didn't let go of her hand. "Why are you reading during Break?" He inquired.

She answered, "I have a test after the break."
"Oh, what subject? I also have a test."
"Government."
"We can study together in the library." He suggested.

And without a second thought, haliya stood up and packed her bags.
I started coughing hysterically, I faked a cough until it turned to a real cough. The part of Samantha's brain that dealt with humor chose that moment to be hyperactive, as she laughed like a maniac.

Haliya couldn't help but laugh.
"Girls, I have to go study for my test."

"Of course." We chorused.
After winking a kabillion times at haliya, they left.

Samantha gave me her phone, "check out these cakes and tell me the one you like so I'll order and we'll eat when you come to my house on Saturday."

I scrolled through her phone, "When did we have this agreement? I thought I told you I have to go that hell hole every Saturday."

"Ohhh, the gym." She scrunched her nose in disgust.
"Ehn, you can come when you're done. I really don't want to be home alone on Saturday."

"Okay then...this cake looks so inviting and this one too. I can't even decide which one."
She stopped eating to check it out, "order the two."
"Osheyyyy. Rich geng." I teased.
She chuckled, "Oh puh-lease. Like you'd always say, 'you only live once.'
Their WhatsApp number is saved as cakes and creams. "

Opening Samantha's WhatsApp, I saw that only three contacts were pinned. Her mom's, mine, and our group chat( Three idiots.)
Every other thing was archived.
Twenty chats were archived.

I opened them and saw most of them were classmates and group chats. Concluding that this was her way of not letting the cyberbullying get to her, I was about to close it when something caught my attention.
Five unread messages from UNCLE MADUKA.
Ignoring whatever unspoken rule there is about privacy, I opened the message.
ur stretch mrk iz such a turn on

can't stop tinkin abt ur boobs

can't wait to see u nd dose sexy massive boobs again, my hands nd tongues are itching😋

y aren't u replying

Am comin on Saturday.

I cringed and gagged. I've never seen anything as nauseating as this.
"Who the fuck is uncle Maduka?" I asked.

Samantha's fork fell to the ground and made a clattering noise. The expression on Samantha's face was frightening. She looked like she'd have a heart attack any minute.
Her right hand was pressed to her chest like she was afraid her heart was going to jump out any second.

She still wasn't saying anything, just staring into space, I rephrased my question, " Why do you look like you're going to pass out, and who the hell is this Maduka guy ?"

She visibly exhaled and mumbled, "He's the reason I want you to come over on Saturday."

Like a reflex action, one brow went up. "Am I missing something? " My attention went back to her phone as I scrolled down to check the previous message from this Maduka guy.
"Scratch that, I'm obviously missing something. Why on earth is he texting you like a complete creep, why's he coming to your house on Saturday and why's he talking about your boobs?
What the fuck does he mean by ' your stretch mark is such a turn-on.' Is he mad?"
I asked all at once.

Samantha was still staring blankly at her food.
I was so busy asking questions and cursing this Maduka guy, I didn't realize that Samantha was already crying. That shut me up.
"He's my uncle, my mom's youngest brother. He's harassing me, Nao. He's touching me. He's..."
The rest of her words were cut off by her crying.

At this point, my thoughts were all over the place.
I was sure of one thing though, I'd be going to Samantha's house on Saturday no matter what.
And I'm going to see for myself who this Maduka is and I'm going to deal with him once and for all.

I replied to his last message, "I'll be waiting."