Finding 'x'

•I need a wrap•

I stood up with feigned rage  and started to walk away but he held my hand and placed my headset in my palm, not breaking eye contact throughout, causing something unfamiliar to flip over in my tummy .

"And you mind your language next time you talk to me." He all but growled before strutting away in long fluid strides, leaving me transfixed to a spot.

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"When on earth are you going to learn simple manners like KNOCKING BEFORE ENTERING SOMEONE'S PRIVATE SPACE?" The shrill voice that made the poor flower porcelain vase seated on the window crack even more at it's alien frequency was the hag's –Mrs. Lawrence's.

"Well you can ask my mother why she didn't teach me manners, she's like the most important person on your board of trustees, right?" I said nonchalantly and took a seat –without being told to– to enrage her even more.

"Your mother raised your sister too, and we're both witnesses to her–"

"Perfect behavior and conduct and bla bla bla. Is that why you called me here? To compare me to her and remind me of how undeserving of this model institution I am? I know that already ma'am so I'll save us both the trouble of tolerating each other for the next few minutes. Good day."

I stood up and turned around to leave but was unable to move any further. That was because of the sight I was blessed with.

Damn, he was so hot! My legs were feeling like jelly already.

Thankfully, the shrill voice of the old hag was on standby to snap me off my drooling.

"Welcome Mr. Otabor, you arrived just in time." The smirking Adonis nodded amusedly and walked over to take the seat beside the one I was so eager to vacate just seconds ago. I was quickly seated once again.

"So miss Adeoti, if you'll allow me, let me do a little bit of introduction." Her smug voice as she said it told me she knew exactly how smitten I was.

"Mr. Otabor, meet miss Isabella Adeoti; she's the girl I talked to you about...."

About what exactly?

"Miss Adeoti, meet Detective Otabor. He's come for the investigation of Ms. Nonso's death. He wants to ask a few questions and you're in a better position to answer since you were the closest student to her." My blood ran cold immediately.

"We weren't close."

"She helped you when you almost died of an asthma attack."

"It was a one time thing."

"You know her better than anyone Ella, why are you being difficult?" I stood up and looked wildly around me.

They knew I knew something, they knew I still had the note she'd sent on the night that she died. They knew I knew she was murdered and they'll blame me for it.

Shit.

"I don't know what you're talking about."  I rushed out and hightailed out of there, stopping only when I got to the basketball court to catch my breath. Only to be thrown out of my skin seconds later.

"You know something." It was Dave and he wasn't asking a question, he knew that I knew.

"It'll help if you start talking, she won't get justice if you don't talk."

Please don't say anything to the police, B's smarter than they are…..B'll come after you if you do.

"I don't know anything."I reiterated and made to leave but I was suddenly pinned against the wall by none other than the head boy.

" You have to say what you know, it's important."

"Let me go, I don't kn–" Dave's lips on mine muffled the rest of my denial.

"Stay away from Dave Ella or there'll be hell to pay for it."

That gave me strength to push him violently away and he was looked at me in shock like a deer caught in headlights.

"Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me." I yelled and rushed out of the court in heavy breaths wondering what in hell was happening to and around me.

I found myself in front of a mirror in the restroom. Still wondering what nut got loose in Dave's head that made him kiss me and why he was so desperate to make me say what I knew.

I brought out my inhaler and administered it, vividly remembering how Ms. Nonso had saved my life three years ago when I had an attack and my inhaler wasn't with me. And I hadn't ever been able to repay that kindness before she was brutally murdered in her room at the staff quarters.

I wondered if I was doing the right thing by saying nothing. She'd clearly warned me to not say anything. That B –whatever that meant– would come after me.

"....she won't get justice if you don't talk."

Sigh.

I looked guiltily at my reflection on the mirror, the young girl with long, brown locks staring back at me, daring me to do something. But there was nothing I could do, B –whoever he was–  might come after little Tinuke, to get to me. And she was the only remaining reason that gave me the drive to keep pushing through the hellish life I was leading after Keira –Ms. Nonso's death.

I needed to clear my head bad, just a wrap would do.

But I instead was strangely suddenly drawn towards a stall and my heart kept racing crazily as I approached it.

As I pushed open the door slowly, I knew all was far from well with whoever it was in the stall.

And when the door finally opened and my brain registered the sight that met my eyes, I found myself doing the most girlish thing I'd ever done in my life.

I screamed. A blood curdling, feet curling scream.

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