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💎17- Game class pt2 🎮👏💎

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It was the girls' turn. It was fun but you know I prefer anything that involves boys than girls. The girls most of them prefer to either marry, love or sleep with Dylan, Obinna, Ifenna or Daniel. It was very funny when every girl including me picked either attend funeral or even do the killing to Denzel. Chioma made me and everybody angry when she wrote 'good friend' to Ifenna but wrote marry and love to Dylan and Daniel.

I officially hate Chioma but I still love her. It's complicated.

Ifenna was a bit hurt but smiled anyway.

When all the girls has finished their own.. Oh, wait! Were you expecting me to say what I picked sorry? But no.

I'm kidding!

For me, I picked Obinna for date. He isn't that bad. For Dylan,... obviously marry and kill. He picked marry me and I told him I will kill him so oo. For Ifenna, I picked would be the best boyfriend then, winked at Chioma. For Denzel, obviously like obviously love to attend his wedding.

That's if he will even find someone to marry. Yea burn!!!

I wrote it to be nice! Although I am the opposite.

They decided to make it more fun by listing all our teacher's name. It was so interesting imagine having to choose date or kiss to one of your teachers. The boys were lucky they at least have three or four manageable female teachers but for us girls only one and that's Mr Charles and maybe two more. Every girl picked love or marry for Charles even me.

"Do you really think Charles will marry his cousin's killer or his dead cousin's wife?" Dylan pointed out to me.

"You don't know. Love conquers all" I said with a sheepish smile and Dylan laughed.

The game started to get boring so we all decided to play another game.

Daredevil.

No truth just dare. There was many dare both fun and easy ones.

"I dare you to prank Mr Charles," Emeka declared.

"No oo! Let's not prank Mr Charles," Tasha immediately commented on what he said.

"No, no! I love Mr Charles too much to prank him" she added and other girls agreed.

Lucky guy, he is loved.

"Okay! Fine! Because he is a very cool guy, we will leave him" Obinna assured them.

"But at least, let's do something with him" Emeka said still not wanting to leave Mr Charles alone.

"Susan, since it is your turn, I dare you to ask Mr Charles for his number".

"Is that it Okay? Dylan give me your cousin's number?" I slapped Dylan's hand.

"Not like that, I meant ask him"

"Big deal," I stood up, brushed the invisible dust on my uniform and walked out of the class straight to Mr Charles's office. I saw him leaning on his office door, looking straight down. He was so handsome with what he wore today.

Did I say handsome sorry I meant extremely handsome my mistake.

He wore a light pink button down dress shirt and a blue pair of trousers.

"Mr Charles...uhm.." I yelled without thinking until I saw two women there. Miss precious standing really close to him and Miss Praise facing them.

How could I have missed them?

I still walked confidently to them although I was dying inside. They are always following him nawaoo!!! Yeah! I've started learning Nigerian slangs.

They will not go and look for husband somewhere else. Yea burn!!!! What wrong with me?

"What happen Susan?..Why did you call Mr Charles"

Why? Because Miss Precious dared to touch him.

She adjusted Charles' collar. I stared at her hand on his collar and felt like cutting it even the people behind me hiding must have felt the same. Most of my classmates were watching they must had come to see when they heard Miss Precious and Miss Praise was there they wanted to see if I will still do it.

But I ain't stupid I don't want to die.

"Susan," Miss Precious called me.

"Ma" I answered.

"What happened?" Miss Precious asked again. I just shook my head while Mr Charles just stared at me.

"Answer with your mouth, are you a lizard? nodding head up and down" Miss Praise bellowed at me.

I was shaking my head not nodding but how would you have seen that? Blind Bartimus. Yea burn!!

Today I just feel like insulting people.

"Ma..um.. Principal is calling you and Miss precious to his office," I lied.

"Ok...later we will talk" Miss precious said to Mr Charles and he nodded with a smile which made her smile.

I have to say Mr.. Abeg.. Charles's nod is the best it's like you won a lottery or something for Dylan and I, we believe his nod could solve world's problems. Like suicide for instead. You want to commit suicide and you decided to take advice from Charles. Your Problem will be solved when he smiles and nods.

"Charles, can we talk?" I said and he nodded.

You see! He nodded. "You know what, I now know my life meaning" The problem is solved.

It may sound like I am exaggerating it but you just had to be there.

"You know lying is wrong" he said immediately when the women left.

"Well, it was for a good cause. Can't you see how they refuse to leave your side for one second?"

I needed to get the witch and fairy away because if they knew that I am collecting his number, it will be round two lectures on why we should not follow men at our age.

"Susan," he shook his head and laughed. His eyes lowered as he stared down.

"Hello Charles... Earth to Charles" I waved my hand.

"Yeah what?" he answered as if he just came back from where he went to.

"Wow, you just zone out"

"Sorry you reminded me of someone, what were you saying?"

"Eh... Can I ..ehm..I have I mean get your.." I stammered.

Breath 1..2..3...go

"Please can I have your number" I handed the paper and pen I had been holding.

"Strange... but OK" he collected the paper and pen.

"Yes! I got it..." I collected it back and looked to the direction where my classmate hid and did my happy dance then I noticed Mr Charles was there so I maintained myself.

"Eh...have a lovely day" I greeted him and ran off again, leaving him confused.

"Wow! Susan, you get mind ooo to lie to Miss praise like that" Emeka hailed me as I entered the class.

"Boss na!" I boosted.

"Susan, please can I collect Mr Charles' number?" Mary asked.

"Sorry but no! no! He gave me," I answered.

"So oo? Please now" she pleaded and glanced at Dylan.

"Don't look at me. I ain't giving" Dylan threw his hand in the air but in the end I gave everybody. I literally wrote his number on the board because there is no way on earth I will be able to leave this class with his number to myself. Girls can be dangerous, you know.

It is either me or his number.

The school bell rang and I walked towards my car when someone tapped my shoulder and I heard. "Hey can I come over today?"

I turned to see Dylan. He had this innocent smile on his face. That innocent smile he used to brainwash my mom and sisters.

"Over where?" I asked pretending like I didn't know where.

"Your club...where else? your house nau!" Dylan answered me harshly.

"Why?" I raged.

"Today, Charles is going to be in a bad mood when we get back"

"Why?" With a concerned voice.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Please"

"Fine! Today was the day he met someone special and today was the day he lost her"

"Omg! I am so sorry. I didn't mean to ask"

"The person is not dead oo. I meant she travelled. The problem is we don't know where and if she is still alive"

"Oh!"

*good me😇* did this girl hear her, she, special.

Why should I allow this guy? Since it's only my mom that could be around I will allow because I don't know about my dad.

Like he said moms love him but he didn't say anything about dads

What would I do with this guy In my house. I bet it will be boring.

*good me😇* really then explain this.

Few minutes later.

Dylan and Susan playing music in her room with a loud speaker singing and dancing together like nobody is watching because nobody was.

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So how was the chapter?

A bit short

But just hold on

it has been fun for her but let see what happens later {evil laugh}
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