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•𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍•

I was always praised for my beautiful clear thighs, it was the one thing in my body that didnt scream poverty.

I hissed in pain as Precious dressed my right thigh. The burn mark was huge and ugly, looking like a poor attempt to draw the map of Nigeria.

I sobbed, my skin…that 𝑶𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒌𝒖.

The School Nurse was out to get new supplies for the clinic so Precious had to help me out. She didn't stare at me, or even mutter sorry as she attended to my wound.

“Bandage.” She said, raising her hand to where a girl who I learnt her name was Favour Wayne, grabbing the bandage.

“W-Will my thigh ever return to normal?” I asked as Precious rose from her crouching position. I didn't know if she hated me or she just looked scary.

“Are you dumb? Or are you just trying to ignore the truth?”

The door slammed open to reveal Treasure and Omowunmi. If I thought Precious was scary, then Treasure was Scary pro max, she had a natural resting bitchface. Her eyes narrowed to where I sat and I glanced at their hands.

They were holding boxes. “You're still thinking about the misfortune you brought upon yourself, Idiot.”

I glared at Omowunmi as i tried to stand uo to give her a piece of ny mind but the stinging pain in my thighs forced me to the bed.

“Honestly, its not your fault. Its the school that gave you scholarship, Bringing a sheep into a Den of Wolves.” Omowunmi began, as she dropped the box on the table.

“I’m disappointed, what happened to laying low and focusing on your studies? You decided to insult Senator Remington’s daughter… Precious? didn't you brief your roommate?” She ended, staring at Precious who kept glaring daggers at me.

I deeply regretted coming to this school. I would have just remained in Ajanpako Community School, at least my thighs would still be fresh and my bag would be intact.

“You guys should cut her some slack…she just got her thigh burnt.” Favour said standing in front of Wunmi. I sighed in relief, at least one of the Elites was on my side.

“She's lucky Moyosola only burnt her thighs, next time they would design her face with boiling water.” Omowunmi said in a mocking tone, I stared at her wristwatch and the medusa symbol stood out. She could be a Versace Influencer.

My gaze flickered to the wall where the one with the resting bitch face stood. She walked closer, dumping the box next to me and emptying its contents.

The new bag caught my attention. LV was boldly designed on it with gold. “Everyone knows you're a scholarship student now. This is a Louis Vuitton bag, i am an ambassador, so once anyone sees it, they’ll know you have my protection.”

“This is an Iphone 11 pro max, I heard the less privileged can die for an iphone, so i got you one… not too extravagant. New school shoes and headphones to go with the iphone. New uniform as your other one was burnt.” She dumped everything on my leg .

“Yeah, and here’s a new sim, Omowunmi’s an airtel ambassador so you kinda don't have to subscribe.”

I couldn't help but sob a bit. She was about to leave, but I grabbed her hand in haste. “Thank you, For saving me earlier and for getting me this stuff, thank you very much.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Thank me after the first term ends-if you survive. I hope I won't regret helping you today.” She said, jerking her hand from my hold. “Don’t touch me again.”

They all left the room and I sobbed, staring at my new iphone 11 pro max. No one has ever gifted me like this…especially people who detested my presence.

I stared at the LV bag, that signified I had the Overland’s heiress’ protection. I sighed resting my head on the bed.

I 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 survive. 

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•𝐌𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑•

“You didn't have to burn her thigh.” The serene yet cool voice said, making me roll my eyes.

“I didn’t, she just didnt dodge. Stop making it seem like I'm a bad person.” I said with gritted teeth.

He hummed.

I stared at him, his hood was covered but he was scrolling through instagram. Stalking 𝒉𝒆𝒓 page.

We were seated in one of the lounges, books sprawled on the table. It was eight o'clock in the night and most students had gone to bed or were studying.

“Your best friend’s sister came to her rescue though.” His head raised up, eyes lit with curiosity making me roll mine.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

I wanted to say it, but I decided against it. As long as he didn’t complain about my flings, I wouldn't complain about his. We had some years before we would get married anyway.

But deep down, I knew she wasn't a fling.

“Really? What did she do?” 

“She grabbed Cherish’s collar like she was going to punch her square in the face if she didn't listen. Then she scolded us and left with the pauper.” 

He hummed and returned to his instagram stalking, his cartier watch glimmered as he flexed his fingers across the screen of his Samsung. 

“You’re pretty.” I said, staring at his face as she looked at me as if I was constipated. I burst into laughter, “Stopp…. I was complimenting you.”

He didn't say anything, before he could return to his screen, I pulled him in kissing him as his eyes widened.

“What?”

“Just a reminder that you are mine.”

I then laid on the bench, resting my head on his laps while he rested his head on the table scrolling on instagram. “You are getting too comfortable, sage.”

“Might as well take off my clothes.” i teased and he grunted in annoyance.

“You’re supposed to be studying.”

“And you are supposed to be keeping me company, not staring at another girl’s aesthetic pictures on ig.”

He chuckled, locking his phone and placing it in his pocket. “You talk as if you don't know who she is.”

“As long as it concerns you, she’ll always be another girl. So if you want me to study..focus on me.”

He nodded, raising me up from his laps and handing me the Applied Physics textbook and I smiled brightly.

𝑨𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒍𝒂 Moyosola. not bad..not bad at all.

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•𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃•

My brain was down.

It was a Friday so i was dressed in my white sweatpants and sweatshirt, just like everyone else in the school. I didnt bother packing my faux locs, and I wore Air force 1s.

“Morning T-”

“Not in the mood, bro.” I groaned in exhaustion, as i felt my brother’s hands pull me back to where he stood.

My hands fisted his white sweatshirt in an attempt to stabilize myself. “I’m dizzy, stop spinning me around like that.”

His face grew concerned as his palm came in contact with my forehead. “You don't have to attend classes if you aren't feeling well.”

I shook my head, “I’m feeling fine, bye!”  I walked off fast as I could see Mariam approach him.

I was fine really, as long as no one stressed me.

𝑰 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏.

I walked into class to see a dude in- everyone was wearing white so i couldn't use that to describe him. He was wearing a Jordan 4 retro white cement and his head was full of dreadlocks as he rested on the table.

The girls in the class kept staring at his direction.

I was fuming as I approached him, with a light tap, he rose up,my gaze faltered as I stared at his ocean blue eyes and light pink lips. He was giving Dark skinned beauty.

“Can I help you?” His voice came out like timbre wood, resonating in my ears. I could listen to his voice all day. I kept staring until i saw his face morph into a frown.

And I snapped out of  the trance.

“You’re in 𝒎𝒚 seat.” I said with gritted teeth. He relaxed into the seat, staring at me as if checking me out or rather, 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 me.

“There was no name or any belonging here, so it's not yours.” I cursed myself for not marking my seat like everyone else did, now my seat was going to be taken from me.

“Get up.” I said, slamming my hands on the table and our faces were inches apart. “And what would you do if I didn't?”

His minty breath fanned my face. I was about to punch him when I heard someone yell.

“Miss Overland!” It was the principal, i wasn't even fazed. I stood, facing him to see a rather young man beside him.

“What's going on?”

“This guy is on my seat! And he doesn't want to get up the easy way!” I explained.

“I’d love to see the hard way.” I glared at him ready to pounce on him.

“Enough of that, anyway, this is your new homeroom teacher. Mr Caleb Vaswell.” The Principal said leaving us with Vaswell and I stared at him. He didn't look up to thirty.

“Good morning guys, to settle this situation, everyone please come out of your seats with your belongings. I will be rearranging you and its your permanent.” I smiled proudly while others groaned or some jubilated.

“Favour Wayne and Samuel Adebayo….” The duo moved to the seat he pointed for them and settled down.

“Zayaad Bello and Treasure Overland.” I turned to see who this Zayaad boy was only to see the blue eyed jerk moving to the seat that was assigned to me and the Zayaad boy.

“No.”

“Miss Overland, please move to your seat.” I could feel my body temperature increase with every tick.

“Mr Vasewell, I am not comfortable with the seating arrangement.”

“It's Mr Vaswell, and please go to your seat. Its a done deal.”

I dragged my feet to where he sat, taking my own seat as his oud cologne filled my nostrils. I had never punched a pretty boy before.

I guess it's going to happen before next week runs out. It's either that, or my mental statē remains down.