𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

78a°/ Classmates and Couple Goals

DO NOT SKIP THE ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!

DO NOT SKIP THE ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!

DO NOT SKIP THE ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!

DO NOT SKIP THE ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!

DO NOT SKIP THE ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!

DO NOT SKIP THE ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!

DO NOT SKIP THE ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!

DO NOT SKIP THE ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!

Thank you!❤️

~DABI~

From what I heard, the set was organizing a Christmas Party in about a week, and the venue was rumoured to be in Marcus Acha's house.

I wouldn't lie. The thought of having to go back again to Marc's house was tempting. Very, very, incredibly, madly, indescribably, crazily tempting.

But, you know what was more dominant and stronger than my urge to be in Marc's house? Well, it was the dread of being in the midst of my classmates.

With all due respect, there was no competition.

I simply could not fathom the idea of being at this party. As much as it had been hyped right from time and anticipated with all energy and vigour, I could NOT be in the space of my classmates, right now. Especially as a time as sensitive time such as this, with all of them foaming in the mouth all in my name, making my family matter linger on at the tops of their tongues, throwing pitch forks in the air and knives to my throat. I wouldn't even dare.

So, I long made up my mind that that Christmas Party was not going to include Dabeluchi Orji.

And, there was absolutely nothing that would make me change my mind; No shit. I kid no one not when I say that I would rather chop grass.

"Dabz?" Chika waltzed into the room, right in the middle of my note to self, and I turned around to meet the light skinned girl face to face.

The first thing that I did was take in the entirety of her appearance: Effortless, yet eye catchy and stunning.

The second thing I did was wonder how she got all dressed up so fast.

I mean, the last I had seen of Chika, she was in still in her grey sports bra and joggers, and I could have sworn that it felt like it was just a few seconds since she had mentioned something about stepping out of the room to have lunch before we - in her words- 'bounced out of the premises'.

Me, I didn't want to 'bounce'.

And, as a matter of fact, I was happy to hear her leave me to a break, because, thanks to Aunty TemTem, Chika took her time with food and didn't rush, even if she wanted to, and I felt it bought me some time to ponder within myself if I was really feeling up to joining the Sisters today, on this their little 'outing'.

However, few seconds after Chika left the room, she was back.

And, dressed too.

I stared at the light skinned pretty girl in front of me who was as ready as she could be, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not get my eyes off what she was wearing because that shit literally slapped me in the face.