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It was expected of our principal to address us today, hence it was the first day of resumption. I wouldn't say I was ecstatic, as my mood was already ruined.
In a matter of a few minutes of just being in the same space as Aaliyah Johnson, my mood had been ruined.
Damn Aaliyah.
Damn Aaliyah.
Damn Aaliyah.
I had to control my nerves. She sure knew how to stir up trouble. I had been trying to cope, I mean it.
But there was one thing about me, if something was tormenting me, till I let it out, my mood would be so rotten.
"What's keeping Mrs Pekupeku? Abi we are going to stand till thy kingdom come? My body can't tolerate this kind of stress. "
It was Aaliyah.
Our principal was a woman, trust me her name wasn't Mrs Pekupeku. Only God knows the meaning of that. Aaliyah had something to call just everybody.
"Aaliyah," Onome calls out laughing.
Aaliyah, I mimic.
"Limah, what's wrong with you. Ever since, you have been moody." Onome whispers very close to my ear.
"Nothing," I say keeping a straight face.
"Did you pad your bumbum?"
People around us turned in our direction, I almost disappeared.
Onome was mad.
I felt a spank on my buttock, immediately people looked away.
"I noticed her buttock got bigger, I just decided to keep it to myself." Came Aaliyah rather too high pitch vqoice.
Are these girls both insane?
We were in the assembly hall for crying out loud.
Expecting a compliment from Aaliyah, was more like wishing for the impossible. I knew she had something more awful to say about me.
I knew how irritating she could be.
"My worry was if the waist beed I got her would fit," Aaliyah says slowly.
"You got me a waistband?" I ask smiling.
Meanwhile, I turn to her direction. Sometimes I wished she could be more human you know, I want to love her sometimes, and other times she spoils It.
"I did, but it turns out, your fat ass won't fit."
It was recorded.
Aaliyah was annoying.
Did she have to call me a fat ass?
Wasn't it nice to add up some fresh, down there?
"Welcome back. The school management wants to welcome you all into a new academic session." Mrs. Clinton announced. Meanwhile, I take a clear look at her, I was too involved in Aaliyah, that I didn't notice when she got to the podium.
Mrs Clinton was an average woman. I couldn't tell her age, but I was sure she was way past her fifties. I can remember her last child graduated from our school when I was in JSS3.
"I want you all to maintain good behaviour. And indulge in your studies. Be productive, that was why you all were brought here."
"Thank you, Ma." Someone shouts from the crowd.
"Who is that busybody na." Onome hisses, making me smile. I knew how the crowd made her feel. It was something she hated being in.
"Probably one aproko. They won't let her talk and go, they will make this women over talk now..., "
"Which one is overtalk?" I was forced to ask.
I heard Aaliyah hiss.
It was my time to piss her off. Something I wasn't going to miss in the world.
"I too know, correct me." Aaliyah attacks hissing. Meanwhile, I silently prayed we don't get spotted talking.
Trust me I wasn't trying to correct her grammar, but if she thought so, and I did spite her. I am so satisfied. The kind of pleasure I derived right now.
"Madam, you will try and enter my mouth oh. Since you won't face your front." Aaliyah suddenly says, focused on a girl, who had been throwing glances at us.
She was obviously a junior student. I saw the embarrassment on her face.
How was Aaliyah so good at this?
Making people feel miserable.
Suddenly the matching song raised. Bring me to reality. It dawned on me. I didn't get to listen to everything our principal just said.
How could I? With Aaliyah by my side.
"Let's go." I felt Aaliyah pull me alongside Onome, as we exited the hall.
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"Who do I see, low budget model or is it an imitation of Aaliyah Johnson?"
I only thanked God that Otelmatel didn't hear this. If not the outburst wouldn't have been funny.
Aaliyah didn't know how to keep things to herself, as well as she had no filters.
I knew for a fact that Aaliyah was a self-centred human being for starters. But trust me Otelematel Tamunoemi was a walking witch.
That girl was annoying, bitchy. In fact, describe Aaliyah in one word.
In fact, call her Aaliyah.
I didn't know if that was the attitude these celebrities had.
I had three celebrities in my class, popular ones at that. In Brixford, you were going to meet a lot of influential people.
Aaliyah Johnson is one of the most successful teen models in the country.
Otelematel Tamuoemi, a rising star. Trust me, she got into modelling not too long ago, but she has been making waves and bagging endorsements.
I think that's a very explainable reason why Aaliyah hates her.
Makele David, an actor. He started as a child actor. Trust me the first time I saw him in our school I wanted to scream so hard. But I wasn't the extrovert kind. We hardly spoke, he was more acquainted to Onome, though I noticed Aaliyah didn't like him, though tolerated him.
Seeing Otelematel walking like she owned the school with her minor, as Aaliyah would always call them.
That includes my Cousin Jamilah, she was close friends with Otelematel.
They were five in there Clique, that included Otelematel. I didn't know the names of the rest. The fact Otelematel was always in the lip of Aaliyah made it very easy to recall.
And her popularity in the entertainment industry.
"Onome."
That voice sounded rather too familiar. As I turn around only to meet the gaze of Aaliyah's twin brother.
Asher.
Most times I wondered if they were actually twins. He was just so calm, the direct opposite of Aaliyah.
He was in science class. Our Health Prefect. Aaliyah Johnson was also the only one who was a prefect in our midst.
I for sure wasn't, Onome wasn't too.
Prefectship was something she avoided and didn't go for, she got deputy social prefect, but rejected it.
Till now, I couldn't understand why?
Aaliyah was the Social Perfect Girl. You could tell by her behaviour.
"Jada," Aaliyah whispers giggly.
The rare side of Aaliyah Johnson.
It was very obvious she had a crush on Jada Tijani Momoh.
Why was that name stuck in my head?
He was our senior prefect boy, and one of the most popular boys in our set. Though he was in Science class.
I wondered where his friends were, they were three, and always worked together.
I had my own perception of those boys. To me, they were bullies. Big time bullies.
The likes of Jakim, Jada and Othniel. Those boys were lousy bullies.
To think almighty Aaliyah Johnson always for giggly whenever he was in sight.
Boy, anyone could be humbled.
"Onome..., "
"Asher, can you please leave. I need privacy with my friends." Aaliyah suddenly says eyeing her brother, who just gives her a stern look.
"Liyah, " Onome calls out smiling calmly.
"He is bothering you..., "
"It's no bother, it's fine," Onome says smiling at Aaliyah, who only murmurs, then crosses her hands dejected.
Before I knew it, I felt myself being pulled hard.
"Limah, " Let's go, she says pulling me alongside with her. Leaving Asher and Onome all by themselves.
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The first day of class wasn't all that exciting. A new student was introduced from the beginning of the class, which Aaliyah, hadn't shut up about since he got in.
I didn't know his name. Because he didn't introduce himself.
She went from how cheap his bags were, to his shoes, hair cut. She had a problem with everything about him.
She even suggested he was on scholarship.
Who told her?
Things still seemed the same, apart from the fact, that I and my friends had seized an entire seat as our. Trust Aaliyah not to let anyone in.
We specifically picked the back role. One always preferred sitting at the back and always begged us to.
I had no choice but to join her.
I didn't miss the silent glares Aaliyah and Otelematel had been giving another.
Break time came sooner than expected. I wasn't hungry, but had to accompany my friends.
I was just glad I had to get my butt up.
"Liyah, what are you going to take?" Onome suddenly asks.
I sure knew Aaliyah wasn't going to take anything. Other than water. The highest she ate in school was fruit, or else she drank water.
Sometimes I wondered if she was never hungry, especially watching us eat.
I could see some of the meals displayed. The first day of school always had a special menu.
"I hope this rice won't be tasteless," Onome says.
Onome had the habit of complaining about every food provided by the school.
She called it trash. Saying we were paying more for less.
I didn't really have a problem with the food. Honesty I didn't know what Onome was always on about the food.
"The new boy." Aaliyah suddenly says, meanwhile my gaze falls on him.
He was backing us. But we could tell it was him, because of his bag pack.
"He looks so cheap," Aaliyah says.
For goodness sake, he could hear us.
"Aaliyah." One murmurs.
"Look at his shoes," Aaliyah says, her eyes transfixed on his shoes.
Jesus, he could hear us.
"Aaliyah, he can hear you." One says pinching her.
"Ow." She groans obviously in pain. "What did I say wrong?"
•𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎°
My
The first word that came across my mind, once I saw Parker's status. The motherfucker got to stay, while I got deported.
The racist motherfucker,
He did drugs.
Solid time.
How easily he threw me under the bus, when in truth he and his cousin Raymond were into it big time. Raymond was our supplier.
Giving that motherfucker, Rashidi Bello, what to talk about.
I for once knew what he would have said. That man for certainty didn't like me, not like I gave a fuck. But staying in his house was going to be more infuriating.
Trust me, Rashidi had his way with words.
He for sure knew how to infuriate people.
Rashidi Bello.
Ruthless, heartless.
Those are words I could describe him as.
I had paced around for a long time, my hands already feeling sweaty. Deep down I was nervous.
Very nervous.
I was going to see her after a very long time. It stirred this new feeling in me.
One look at the interiors of my room again. I noticed nothing had been touched, which was somewhat surprising. I thought Rashidi would have cleaned it up. More like not expecting me to ever be back to his house.
Right from the bed which was properly arranged, down to the duvet cover, the closet, everything was neat.
The designs weren't serious.
My eyes suddenly meet with the lighter which lay on my bed.
I had been clean for the past few days. I was detained and didn't have access to anything. I had in my custody illegal substance, which landed me in where I am today, back home.
I was going to miss my freedom, certain about that, because with Rashidi around, he was going to cripple me.
One good thing was...
The blasting sound of the horn, brings me to reality, as I walked over to the window, and poked my head forward, trying to get a better view.
The car suddenly pulled over.
Immediately a girl got out of the car, in Brixford Academy's uniform.
How could I forget my alma mater in a hurry? Nothing had changed about the uniform. But I took note of something else.
That wasn't Halimah,
Perhaps it was her classmate or someone else.
I suddenly meet another site, my eyes transfixed a bit. The adrenaline rush I got was epic. The inward excitement and all, I didn't know when I launched out of the door, one thing in mind.
To get into her room before her.
I heard the door open and shut at almost the same time. It felt as though I had my heart in my mouth. I sat behind the bed, rethinking my decision of hiding out, and surprising her by bursting out.
"Dont worry."
Soft and calm.
That was how her voice sounded.
The last time I heard her speak. It occurred to me how long I had been dreading this day.
Although the first answer I needed from her, was why she blocked me on all social media platforms.
Low key I was scared.
Was it the fact I knew a lot of things would have changed for her, while I still dwelled in the past?
I could only hear hums, and steps, while I contemplated on the right time to jump out of my hiding spot.
"Your grace, perhaps I might get you some refreshments?"
Who the fuck was she talking to?
"The Duke of Hastings." She says, imitating the British accent.
"My lord."
What the fuck was she doing having a conversation with herself.
"Your grace, may I have this dance with you?"
"My lord, I shall be delighted to dance with you..., "
I couldn't control it anymore, I let out a cocky laughter. It sounded like laughter I had been trying so hard to hold in, which was true.
"Who is there?"
I could feel the fright in her voice.
Meanwhile, I try to get myself out of the tight corner.
"Who is... Romey?"
The shock in her voice, when she saw me. It was obvious she was taken aback.
Especially with the way, she picked up the towel on her bed, to cover her nude self. I spotted the pink panties and white bra.
She didn't meet my eyes anymore, as she stared ahead.
"I'm undressed." She yells.
Oh
That was a thing.
I had gotten used to seeing a naked girl, that I had forgotten the morals behind it.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." I apologize while I watched her take a deep breath.
"I didn't know you were back." She says in a calm tone. Still yet to meet my gaze.
"Dimple." I smile referring to her. A nickname I had given her, in a battle of who had the deepest dimple between the both of us.
She smiled.
Our eyes met.
It was intense, even in such a short moment, because she broke it immediately.
"It's embarrassing." She whines like a little child, being restricted from having a pin pop.
I smirked.
She looked away.
"Your grace, can I have this dance." I mimic in a mock tone.
"Romey. Stop!"
The last time someone called me that.
I smiled at her.
She broke eye contact.
"How was school?" I say walking into the bathroom, expecting her to take my hint.
"Lock yourself in." She responds.
I smile.
Typical Hali.
"Make it quick," I say, staring at the first thing that got my attention, her shampoo.
The interior hadn't been changed at all. But how she placed her things. I believed it was now mature.
"Hali," I call in a bid to hasten her up.
Only God knows, if she had started daydreaming again, and forgetting I was in her bathroom.
"Coming." She yells, like I was far away or something.
Her shampoo suddenly gets my attention, as I move closer to take a good look at the same, I couldn't help but open it, and place it close to my nostril. It had a nice fragrance.
"Romey..., "
I knew what she wanted to say, I cut her off, opening the door alongside.
She was clad in a white gown, her messy buns on display.
"Not even a hug, after so..., "
"No." She chuckles, walking away.
I laughed.
I couldn't help it.
Now it was extremely loud.
"Stop laughing." She groans like a baby has been denied her loli.
"I missed you so much." The emotions that accompanied this were something I couldn't control.
I missed her so much.
I couldn't believe, we were just a few feet away from each other, and I hadn't crushed myself into her arms.
Hali still looked very much the same. The ever innocent look on her face, her aura. She still had that shy attitude. She had grown a lot taller than the last time, her curves were graceful.
Her tiny frame was something she maintained. Those buggy eyes or hers were still the same. Her real chocolate brown eyeball.
The knock on the door brings me out from my rivalries. Glancing at Halima, I didn't miss the confusion in her eyes.
"Lunch has been served."
That was the announcement made, as we both made eye contact.
"Lunch." She repeats. Meanwhile, I nod my head. Especially with the sudden tension built.
I didn't know much about the girl sitting across me right now, apart from the fact I noticed she shared a certain resemblance with Hali. She was related to Rashidi, no doubt. Perhaps his niece.
The silence in the sitting room had been taken over by the cutleries, nothing more.
I couldn't help but steal glances at Hali. The view was so pleasant to my eyes.
Did I once imagine my attraction towards her was mere infatuation and was going to come to an end?
Or was it the fact she was the only woman in my life who was always there? Was that way I placed so much admiration in her?
Those were the thoughts I used to feed myself on.
"Why were you deported?"
The girl whose name I had no idea about, who was sitting right across from me asks.
Immediately, Hali clears her throat that instant.
"Table manner," Hali speaks immediately.
"I was deported," I say and smirk. Trying to lighten the air. "I was involved in a drug scandal," I say not hiding anything.
"For real?" She asks, rather too amused. Made me wonder if she had an idea or not. There was no was Rashidi hadn't announced to the whole world.
He had a big mouth when it came to my matters.
"Yes..., "
"Master Bello. Sorry if I am interrupting, Mr Bello said I should put you online immediately."
I turn around immediately, only to meet a not so familiar face.
"Mr Dele." Hali acknowledged him.
pm mm
"Mr Bello, claims your line hasn't been reachable..., "
I had to hold myself from bursting into laughter.
Dude I had blocked immediately I got into Nigeria.
Foolish people...
"Master Be..., "
"The name is Roman or Ansah." I didn't know why I felt the need to correct him.
The sudden silence is short-lived, I noticed Hali clear her throat, this time giving me a stern look.
"Sent by my Mum or Bello, either one of them, tell them I just got back, they should chill please, I don't want problem so soon. Before they start calling me rebellious." I say giving him a look, he didn't budge though.
"Mr Bello is still on hold." He repeats.
Come, is this dude deaf or something. Didn't I just make myself clear?
"Oga, I said you should tell him, I don't want to talk to him," I say, trying to be all polite.
"Sir, Mr Bello didn't request, it was an order..., "
"Oya, come and force me..., " I say letting my shoulder fall. "Shey, it's an order, come and force me to speak to him," I say giving him a funny look, in Nigerian English.
"Roman, Daddy wants to talk to you. Stop this."
She didn't call me Romey, she was direct. The look on her face showed she was tired of the drama already.
But between me and Rashidi, the drama was just unending.
I was back to his house. I had to constantly remind myself that man didn't wish me well. He never liked me. I tried to suck up to him for so long, when I found out no matter what I did, it was going to change anything, I had to fight for myself since there was no one to do that for me.
Mum, was another case all together. She had no time for anything which wasn't her work.
The fact, Rashidi had time for Hali. You could always see the love and admiration in his eyes for his daughter, which he didn't have for me.
Who was I kidding?
I wasn't his real son?
But what did I ever do to him, to hate me so much?
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