"It's weird that Mr. Folarin would give us algebra as incomprehensible as this."
"Okay, stay there now, don't do it." She ignored him as she flicked through the channels with the remote control clasped in her small hand. "Me, I am busy with my own."
"Busy watching Zee World, you mean?" His serious face perked up a bit as his glasses made him look like the smart boy he was.
"You that has not been watching Zee World which one have you done?" She eyed him.
He went back to his books. "I should be asking you that ques-"
"Shhh... Sagar and Gangaa want to kiss." She whispered.
"So this is what you waste your money to buy abi? Something that you cannot understand."
"Shh Shhh Shhhhh. Shut up, alright." She flailed her arms, distracted by him for barely a second before gluing her bright eyes back to the TV.
"Bollywood movies are ludicrous." He blinked his eyes repeatedly behind his glasses and they instantly watered, turning slight red. "My eye still itches."
"O o o! What nonsense!" Omotara swung her hands in frustration and one push of a button sent the TV off. Then she hissed.
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Pantie Rule
Teen FictionImagine a secondary school cult that thrived on the laps of girls recruited for secrets they all hold. You got it! It's a spiralling tunnel leading to dark places even feet do not tread, and with unending questions, too. Why girls? Who owns the cult...
