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•𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐖𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐀•

Smack!

I flinched as Bisola staggered slightly, her face turned away from the impact, cheek burning from the contact.

She blinked rapidly, her face twisted in surprise and humiliation as her eyes became glossy. Her eyes glared at the person in front of me shakily.

Hazel eyes stared at me as she grabbed my arm, her long locs wrapped in a ponytail. She pulled me, whispering in my ear.

"I'm here now, I'll take care of it." I stepped away, standing behind her while she faced Bisola.

"Treasu-"

"Shh." Treasure placed a finger in front of her and she immediately went silent.

"You come in here, thinking you're better than everyone else." Treasure began, stepping closer to Bisola until the wall was the only thing keeping her from moving. "You're barely worth the air you waste."

Gasps erupted around the cafeteria. Teachers dare not come in and interrupt except they have found something else better than their job.

"The most funny part of all this is the fact that you feel you have the right to be in this school, baby girl, you're just one of the masses."

Treasure hated getting involved in matters or fights like these because then she would have to use words she didn't want. But people like Bisola that cannot survive without attention, tend to bring out that side of her.

Especially insulting parents.

"You know I'm not wrong Treasure."

"Of course, you're not. But the difference between you and her is her parents decided to keep her yet yours after all the process they followed before having you... they still work for her parents." Bisola's face looked like all life had drained out of her.

"Oh you didn't know?" Treasure turned to me, "You didn't tell her?"

I shook my head in disagreement, looking up at Bisola whose eyes were already watering.

"Your Parents didn't brief you either? They didn't tell you who you're not supposed to mess with?"

"W-what do you mean??"Bisola asked, her voice already shaking.

"You are a slow one, aren't you? Anyway...My father transferred your parents to Wunmi's parents. You don't even want to know the title of their Jo-"

"Stop! Stop!" Bisola yelled falling to her knees as she held Treasure's legs.

"I'm not a bad person, Bisola. You forget there's another force in the school that knows all secrets and you just put yourself in its radar."

She was talking about ASKBRYNN. A notorious website that posts dirty secrets and deeds of students. No one knows who is behind it.

"Please forgive me, Wunmi please.Tre-"

"Stop Calling my name, it irritates me when you say it."

The crowd was shocked at how the High and mighty Bisola was crying on her knees.

"Lets go." Treasure motioned to me and I nodded. Her eyes drifted to another direction before sighing frustratedly.

"Look at this one, do you want to sleep on the floor? Get up." She pulled Doyin up and I assisted in helping her walk.

*******

I rinsed my face in the girls bathroom while Treasure stood facing the wall. Her eyes were shut tight and her lips pursed.

I stared at myself in the mirror, my black knotless braids had loosened from the bun I wrapped making me sigh.

I knew one day my past or rather my birth would be questioned. Its not like Bisola was wrong.

My mother was pregnant with me when she just finished secondary school. Her parents even disowned her because of it, till today I have no knowledge of my maternal grandparents.

Luckily my dad was actually serious about my mum so they still got together and he took responsibility.

"Do you think I went too far?"She finally spoke up, her voice hoarse from being silent. I stared at her, "What do you mean?"

She adjusted herself, placing her weight on her left leg as she stood with folded arms.

"Bisola. I'm not talking about the slap though, She totally deserved it for yapping...but the others do y-"

"Why are you like this?" I immediately voice out startling her as she stared at me in shock.

"Why do you do something, defend yourself or act cold and heartless but then you still worry, you worry you may have hurt the person too much?"

"I-"

I pulled her into a hug as tears slipped from my eye. She wasn't a hugger or a fan of contact but she wrapped her arms around me tightly.

"You are as legitimate as anyone of us here and don't ever let anyone trample on you just cause youre a product of teen pregnancy." I nodded keeping my head rested on her shoulders.

"You didn't overdo it,  Matter of fact you gave Bisola the right portion of her poison. And you ate my friend."

We broke out of the hug and she stared at me awkwardly before bursting into laughter. My phone buzzed and i had three notifications.

ASK BRYNN: Another hot topic today as tension rises in the cafeteria...

Missed call from "My Dad's Nephew"
One unread message from "My Dad's Nephew"

I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"What is it?" Treasure asked.

"Well as you predicted, ASKBRYNN has carried the matter. "

"Don't be scared Wunmi, the only person who's going to lose so much is Bisola."

"Also I need to go meet My cousin." She stared at me confused as she tried to remember who my cousin was.

No one ever remembers, cause we don't act like we are related.

"Demola."

"Oh. I forget you both are cousins sometimes." She says solemnly.

Oh, Michael restrained Demola from getting near Treasure again after the accident. His betrothed, Moyo, nearly killed Treasure.

My phone rings loudly and I smile apologetically to Treasure as she turns around facing the wall to do her thinking while I rush out.

I answer the call placing the phone on my ear in annoyance. "What what what, I'll be there soon."