My phone screen lit up immediately, 'Sit Still And Look Pretty' by Daya soon followed right after, pulling me away from my studying. Picking up the device with an irritated sigh, on seeing the name of the caller, my face lit up like a Christmas tree.

Mommay

I was quick to tap the answer button, bringing the phone right up to my face. "Kolupo is your dad at home? I've been calling him since morning." My brows immediately furrow and the bright smile I had managed to acquire, fell.

"Yes ma, he's in his room." My voice was monotone-like on purpose, hoping she would ask what was wrong with me but she unknowingly stabbed me in the heart by instead saying, "Please give him the phone." I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my jaw.

Forcing myself off my bed, I dragged myself to my father's room and knocked on the door. Taking his time, which only irked me the more, my dad finally came over and opened the door. I shoved the phone towards his face and muttered, "Mummy wants to talk to you."

He looked at my hand and then down to my face, his brows furrowed, like more in confusion unlike mine which were scrunched up together in anger, before taking the device out of my hands and heading back into the room.

Letting out probably the deepest sigh I could muster, I walked back to my room. My thoughts were everywhere, angry words, bad words, all the words filled my head as I began to get frustrated.

The damn woman I had been waiting for, the one I'd spent hours thinking about, the one I'd been praying would contact me finally did. But not to talk to me like I hoped for, but to discuss with the one person who chased her away in the first place. What an amazing story this turned out to be.

I didn't even know when my eyes began filling with tears, as I felt all these emotions start to bubble up and pop within me. I slapped my head a couple times and chided myself for acting so weak, like some dumb wattpad girl. Why was I crying? What would crying change? Absolutely nothing.

But the thoughts came like a hammer, slamming into me with so much force and speed I didn't have time to brace for impact. Didn't she love me. I did everything she wanted, I didn't cause trouble around the house, so why? Why did she leave me? Why did my mother leave me?

The more I thought, the more I cried. From the slow dripping down my face to a full on water work show. My chest was clenching so tight, it made me cry even harder. My nose was running and I kept sobbing. What the hell was happening to me?

I felt so weak, I was trembling. My body was responding to the emotional pain I was feeling and all I could do was sit there and cry. Sit there are feel guilty. Sit there and convince myself that I wasn't good enough for her.

Hearing the sound of my father's room door, I rushed out of my room and to the toilet. Making sure my father saw me heading there. I waited for a couple minutes before going back to my room and as expected, my phone was on my desk drawer awaiting my return.

I glanced at my room mirror and for a second I stopped to see. My eyes were red, my cheeks were wet with tears, my nose was running and my lips kept quivering like a child. Then I shut my eyes in an instant. I couldn't stand the sight, I looked like a child. I was acting like a child. My mother didn't call me and so I started crying, oh so mature of me.

Kolupo you are strong.

Kolupo you are not weak.

Kolupo you are not a child.

Kolupo stop crying.

I reached my hands up to my face and wiped my cheeks. I had no idea what that was all about but it was not going to happen again. I walked over to my phone and unlocked it. The sight of my mother hugging me with a huge cake with 'Fancy 15' written on it immediately brought the tears back.

I wiped my face once again and opened my phone's gallery. A group picture of me and the gang from the Christmas outing was the first picture I saw. Without a thought I selected it and made it my new wallpaper. Good girl.

If my mother was going to erase me from her life, I was going to play the game fair and square. Ignore me for months and call me because she needs to talk to someone else, well two can play at that game. If I was going to cry like a baby, then I might as well act like one.

With a huff, I began to shove all my books onto the floor, not giving a shit if I hadn't finished my study session. With my phone in hand, I pulled open Whatsapp in an instant. Daniel had convinced me to join since he was always here and my new friends were also always here so I had taken a liking to the app.

+2348191929411: Hey

That was absolutely a new number and it wasn't my mum's either, I knew hers by heart. There I go again, thinking about her. Get a grip Kolupo. I first of all replied to all my other messages, making sure no one was left unanswered before opening the message. I responded with a simple 'Hello' and exited the chat.

Seconds later, the person replied.

+2348191929411: It's Joseph.

My eyes became as huge as a saucer, my bottom lip rolled into my mouth and then I let out a deep breath. There were a million people named Joseph, it couldn't be. Which was dumb because he was the only I interacted with, so it definitely must be him.

So I replied with a question mark. Such a genius I am. I was a complete idiot. Of all the things I could've said, a question mark. Jeez. I noticed he was typing for what seemed like three whole minutes if you counted with a clock, like the one above my bed.

+2348191929411: Ushie Joseph, this is Kolupo right?

I literally died for a couple seconds and then came back to life. Okay, calm down Koko, relax. You've got this. I replied to his text after waiting 2 whole minutes, surprisingly he was a fast replier and we texted for what seemed like hours, I think 30 minutes in reality, before a question popped up.

JoJo: Can I cfess smthng?

Sure. Go ahead.

Jojo: U no hw I said I was using Maureen?

Yes?

Jojo: It was bcse I wnted 2 get 2 you.

Me? How?

Jojo: The truth is, I've only ever liked you

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