Days At D.C.A

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Damien had never felt so free.

2 months. That's how long he had to put up with her, his infatuation with Aliyah had only led him this far. Sure she was pretty, stylish, classy, everything he'd used to want.

Used to.

The girl he was so madly in love with since SS1 and the girl he dated now were two different people, or at least it seemed like so.

He'd finally called things off and he felt so better.

"So guy for real you don dump her? That hot babe" Charles couldn't believe it.

He didn't reply.

"But wait guy, what exactly happened?" Korede asked.

Damien sighed. He didn't feel like recounting the incident to his friends. They should have known better than to ask him. Surely whoever told them should have at least told the gossip right.

"No dey rush am, calm down..e fit be rumour..." Thomas spoke up, then turning to Damien he bent slightly. "....but guy how far na, yarn us wetin happen, give us the full gist na"

His friends nodded in agreement and he sighed seeing as he had no choice.

"Okay..." He started...

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"Babe" he ran up to her during break and wrapped his arm around her waist from behind sniffing deeply with a smile on his face. Aliyah always smelled of vanilla.

"I'm not sure for Hannah, but Bisola's own is true, did you see her legs? Urghh!" Aliyah made a disdainful sound before throwing another popcorn in her mouth. Damien reached into the bag but she slapped his hand away playfully.

"Ow" he laughed.

"Go and buy your own" she rolled her eyes before turning back to Joyce. Damien sent a nod Joyce's way, his lipped pursed. Ever since the fight that got Rachel kicked out, Joyce had been the new member of the 'clique'. He disliked her for so many reasons, a few being that she was fake, unnecessarily rude, total suckup and she always spoke in this horrible accent he knew was just to fit in.

A total bad package.

"Shasha said that Bisola's own is worse" Joyce said swiping up on her Silver cased iPhone X.

Despite being a total pushover, Joyce was lucky that her parents were rich. He felt that was why they  even let her be in the gang in the first place.

"Like Gawwwd..." Aliyah snorted. "...you need to see those huge stretch marks, aunty was busy forming sexy, she doesn't know her body is so ugly...no be only Bikini body, with those her zebra legs...eww" she said with a look of horror.

Damien rolled his eyes. "What are you two gisting about?" He asked.

"nothing serious, we're rating girls from Josh's pool party last week on the group chat" Aliyah replied nonchalantly.

"Oh" he said. He had attended the pool party and it had turned out to be what he'd expected- boring, he went solely because Aliyah was going. Not that he had any beef with Josh or anyone in their friend group, it just wasn't his type of thing. All they did in the so-called party was drink, play loud, obnoxious music and ogle at each others' half naked bodies while bragging about anything and everything.

He should have stayed at home and binged Netflix.

"Which group chat is that, our class own?" He asked again when the girls had continued gisting.