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•I need a wrap•

Sigh.

"You're a senior Ella, even if you're repeating class two you're still a senior, you should be in the area mapped out for your class." Was the rancorous voice of witch that'd taken the place of the female senior prefect that'd so dutifully delivered her welcome speech with the voice and demeanor of an angel just moments ago.

"I don't have time for your nonsense this morning Dera, buzz off."

 Really, I was too exhausted to argue with her yet again, why go through the trouble when she was going to end up victorious? She was the perfect twin after all.

But she wouldn't stop easily, she just went on like a broken record while I fished out my iPhone and headset to block her out.

".....I see your little pet just left with a boy, is that the kind of morals you instill into her? I told aunty Temi to not make the mistake of letting you handle her poor naive daughter, but she refused. She should have given me the reins of–"

"Not everyone is like your mother Dera, stop being bitter about the fact that I was chosen for that chore in your stead, it's not like you really care about the poor kid. You just want everything to go your way." I gritted out in anger and by the time I was done, her eyes were as round as saucers.

"And someone that's repeating SS2 has suddenly grown balls to lecture me?" 

So that's what the whole surprised look was for?
Mtcheeeeeeew.

 I couldn't believe she lured me into her web of argument yet again. Sigh.

Today can't be any worse.

"Adeoti." Someone called from behind me and from the polar change in the head girl's expression, I could already tell who it was.

Of course I should have known that things always got worse whenever you admit that it couldn't go worse.

"Mrs. Lawrence calls for you Adeoti." He said when he got to us, looking directly at me even if twinnie was batting her fake lashes furiously to attract his attention. But Dave being the cocky bastard that he was, wouldn't as much as look at her shadow if it wasn't necessary.

Even if we both bore Adeoti, I knew immediately that the old hag wanted to see me.

But I didn't want to see her.

"Tell her I have cramps and I'm in the toilet. I don't want a bitch ruining my morning even more." I drawled and plugged in my headset, leaving an astounded womb mate gaping like a fish at my reply.

No one dared not do as I said in the entire school, unless that person wanted to be thoroughly pranked and featured on my vlog of nasties, not even the teachers.

That and being basketball assistant captain were my only achievements in my seventeen years of existence not that I was complaining though, more accomplishments required more responsibilities. I hated responsibility.

My expensive headset being yanked off unexpectedly by someone I wished I could peel his face off but adored that same face made yell profanities.

"What the actual fuck, prick?" He didn't look fazed by my colourful language unlike my own flesh and blood looking at me with dramatic disdain.

"You're not getting your gadget back till you get up and go see the principal," he calmly said and began to fold up the cord neatly.

He looked like an Adonis, calm, cool, collected and in fucking control. And like the entire senior female students, I found myself falling for him. But  I knew I wasn't worthy of him so I'd decided on focusing on my books this session.