Clouds 𝓸𝓯 Grey || #3 [working on editing]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

011| COME ON, COME OFF IT

~H A N N I E L~

"Why?"

"'Cause she gets paranoia from the sight of men."

I rubbed my temple, letting out a sigh in exhaustion. The day hadn't even started yet I already felt like I was going to pass out.

Where did this sudden exhaustion come from?

We were having a free class. It was actually meant for studying but only half of the class brought out their books to study. The rest either chatted or were with their phones.

"Hanniel, my guy!"

A painful headache from nowhere shot through my head, threatening to split it into two.

Three guys walked up to me, wide grins spread on their faces.

I smiled back at them instantly, something I was already used to doing in this type of situation.

"Hey," I nodded at them.

"How far na? We're having a party this Friday night to celebrate resumption, are you going to be there?" One of them asked me, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

I'm sure my eyes did the same.

"Of course. Wouldn't miss for anything." I accepted and received a handshake from the three of them. I watched as they went to other seats.

"You're seriously coming?" Dabirah said.

Beside me, Ameenah shifted so she could face me. "Why wouldn't I?" I smirked at Dabirah.

"CH parties are lit. There's one usually hosted at the beginning of a new term and it's always extra. That's where you see the top models of our school who hardly attend school and parties show up, and even our cold Head girl."

"Is she going to come?"

The trio stared at me in confusion. It took me a moment before realizing I had blurted out the question that laid as a thought.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, "I mean, Komisola. Is she going to come?"

They were staring at me now like I had grown five heads.

Yes, five.

"Brah, you out of your mind?" Hassan scoffed. Then he threw his head back in laughter. Although it sounded very harsh yet amused.

"Why would she come to the party?!" He exclaimed.

"More like, why would anyone invite her to a party?" Dabirah rephrased Hassan's statement. I shot her a weird look.

What the...

The way she sounded while talking about Grey eyes was angering...

Like she didn't feel remorseful or guilty for insinuating once again that Grey eyes was an outcast...

Or could it be...

"Do you treat her like an outcast?" I found myself asking.

Again with my mouth.

Dabirah turned to me and eyed me for a second, "I don't like her. And I make sure to show her her place every time. If that means treating her as an outcast, then I don't care."

With a loud pop of her chewing gum which I found really obnoxious, she giggled and looked away.

"That's messed up." I muttered.

I looked to my right and as usual, Grey eyes was nowhere to be found.

I was thankful that at least, she wasn't here to hear all this.