𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔

FIFTY-SIX

I know. I know.😂😭 I have been such a no-show, but I'm not going to bore you with the reasons. I wouldn't technically say I'm back but what matters most is that I'm here now. I really hope that's enough. I'm deeply sorry for the inconsistencies in updates. What hurts more is that I can assure you that it's going to stop anytime soon. But what I can tell you is that I'm not giving up on this book, so stick around if you can, the ride just got insanely intense.🔥

Without wasting much time, let's dive into today's business.😍

Jysk, this chapter is extremely spicy, in other words, not for keeeeeedssssssss. But then, I know you people have coconut heads, so fire on!😂🔥

The song for this chapter-Strangers (Sad Acoustic Version) by Kenya Grace.

~STEFAN BIBITAYO OLUYIDE~

"And then, darkness descends..."

"Stefan, freaking out is only going to make things worse." Jeremy's calm voice crushed the last of my nerves, causing me to grit my teeth in annoyance.

If there's anything I have learnt, it's never to tell someone who's so worked up to calm down. It never works. It only makes them more aggravated.

"Then, what am I supposed to do?" my tone comes off combative as I raked my fingers through my bushy hair, glaring at the dark-skinned boy on the left side of the screen of my phone.

"For starters," a loud crunching sound followed, coming from the light skinned boy whose face was currently displaying on the right upper side of the screen. "Take a deep breath." He tossed another round of chips in his mouth, munching on it aggressively.

I found the sound so upsetting.

"Can you not chew so loudly?" Jeremy asked, exasperated.

"Baba, na plantain chips. How I wan take chop am?" Abasi puncuated his wrds with a grumpy hiss and turned to me.

I was tempted to rise to my feet and resume pacing around like I had been doing since I was up since 4am today before I called them.

But, I refrained, cracking my knuckles.

For a moment, I was frustrated that my phone wasn't in my hands-I had it safely strapped against the phone holder that was glued to my dressing mirror-because there'd have been something for me to latch my sweaty fingers onto.

"You don't get it." I sighed, frustrated, burying my face into my palms and groaning into it.

"We don't get what? Okay, let me rephrase." Jeremy chuckled. The sound of Abasi devouring his plantain chips was still echoing in the room so I tried my best to focus on something else. "I don't get what? I don't understand how it feels to feel like you are going insane because the girl you love is not talking to you?" he scoffed, sounding genuinely offended.

"Contextually speaking, I understand what that's like. When Ashley and I fell out around the beginning of this term, all I wanted to do was fade into oblivion because I didn't know how to deal with the pain. I could remember how relieved yet nervous I was when Shakira devised a means for me to speak to her. I wanted to bail on it at the last minute because I know how vicious my girl can get when she's mad, but I didn't-