𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

|12|PROJECTS|

“Who is the girl that broke your heart?” he looked at me in that pitiful manner I hated. “Did she cheat?” he sighed wistfully and dropped his hand off my shoulder. “That's just heartbreaking.”

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~[JASON]~

“You should really stop glaring at her like that.” Jude almost licked my ear all in the name of whispering to me.

I slowly took my gaze of Victoria who was seated in the bleachers on the other side of the court and looked at him, raising a brow at him. “And what is your business with who I decide to glare at?”

“With the way you look at her like you can throw her in hot oil, it’s my business.” His lips puckered as he eyed me. “But what did she even do to you?”

“Mind your business.” It was now his turn to be glared at. “I’m really not in the mood for your senseless talk.”

He clacked his tongue and looked away from me, to Victoria who now had company. “She’s friend with Del?” he tapped my thigh. “When did they become friends?”

“For goodness’ sake, Jude, I don’t know.” I slapped his hands off my thigh, sending a scowl his way.

“I want to be her friend too.” He pouted, not getting the hint that I did not want to be involved in a conversation with him, nor anyone else at that moment. “You think we can be friends?”

I remained silent. Maybe that would give him the hint he needed.

“Why are you like this?” he pressed his palm on my shoulder and I looked at him. “You confuse me, I swear.”

“And what am I supposed to do about that now?” I made to shrug his hand off me but he squeezed harder. “Please, respect my personal space.”

“Who is the girl that broke your heart?” he looked at me in that pitiful manner I hated. “Did she cheat?” he sighed wistfully and dropped his hand off my shoulder. “That's just heartbreaking.”

What's wrong with this one?

“Nobody cheated on me, Jude.” I shook my head. “I just don’t want to talk at the moment.”

He tilted his head, looking behind me. The terror he must have been feeling reflected in his brown eyes. “That might not be possible right now.”

I whipped my head back. Chris was furiously marching towards us with Jemima struggling to keep up with his pace.

Oh shit… our project.

“Why didn’t you remind me we were supposed to meet him earlier?” Jude was almost crying. “We’re doomed.”

“Jason Chibuike Ugonna!” Chris roared my name, attracting the attention of a few people on the bleachers. “You had just one thing to do!”

“Jeez! I'm sorry. It was an impromptu call from coach, okay? She would not be able to make it tomorrow.”

“Yes oo,” Jude was trembling at that point. “You know I cannot forget such an important thing, right? Mima?”

Jemima looked at him in confusion as if to say, ‘Dude, since when?’

“Training’s done, isn’t it?” Chris was still seething. “Let’s head to the garden to figure something out.”

“But the garden is all the way in the academic gr—” Jude’s words got stuck in his throat when Chris raised a brow at him, daring him to finish that sentence. “L—let’s go. What are we waiting for?”