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Chapter 7
Dedicated to Townie_A and yewandejoseph

It is two weeks later, and nothing much has happened in particular. Except last week when Amara, a girl in our class, openly disgraced an Hausa senior in ss3, for trying to take advantage of her.

It was really hilarious, to the extent that she mistakenly gave herself away. He didn't try to take advantage of her, but she spread her legs wide for him.

Bitch tried to pretend.

"He took advantage of me, he took advantage. This Hassan is a man whore." Amara cussed on the top of her voice, her eyes flaming and dilating a million times.

Hassan just stood there laughing at the indeed funny sight of Amara, as she tried to make a fool of Hassan, oblivious to the fact that she's indeed making fun of herself and openly declaring herself a bitch.

Ouch.

Today is the annual inter house sport that usually happens the third week, every first term.

The four houses; Yellow, Red, Green, Blue, come together to compete in different track and field events, and try to win the much coveted cup.

Last year the Yellow house won and I'm determined to try my very best in the parade, in other to contribute to the success of the Red house.

It was still five a.m and all the girls were already up and doing, in preparation for the much awaited day. The sounds coming from the room above couldn't be more annoying, the foot steps were much too loud and I wondered if they don't rest.

I decide to take ten more minutes on the bed, savouring the soft feel of my cotton bed sheets, at least that made up for the hard and spine breaking bunk beds made from iron.

"Get your fucked up butt out of your bed!"

Oh no, not that horrible high pitched voice again. I wonder why she always picks this room to 'watch' or I'd rather call it abuse. I'm so glad my slave period with Tito remains just one day, and I'll soon get my freedom.

Yay.

She enters the room in her sexy, short Yellow sport wear skirt, and extremely tight white tee that pops out the boobs, showing off her devilish, teacher distracting boobs.

I bend down to take my slippers, as she other girls slowly mumble, showing that they are gradually becoming fully awake and sane.

As I crouched down, I got the most awful and speechless surprise.

Tito was standing right next to me, her heavily made up face looking so different from her neck and I found out that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Oh my goodness!

Is she planning to have a quicke during the inter-house sports?

Curse my messed up mind.

If you're in a school like this, you wouldn't help but be corrupted.

Although it has levels.

Except girls like Tolu of course, miss Jesus wife.

Forgive me father!
But seriously though.

I quickly get up and try as much as possible not to gag at the horrific scene.

And we're supposed to look up to her.

"Kummi, Layo, Tolu and the other ode one, come to the ss3's room right now, you'll be carrying the supplies for the sports competition."

Stephanie grudgingly stood up, but she refused to stand up, while Tolu and Kums are in our bathroom and the left corner of the room.

"But we have not taken our bath yet and besides, are you blind or what? And we are not the only ones here so please act normal for once in your existence." Kunmmi said, whispering the last part. This girl really needs to tone down the rudeness, but right now I'm loving her.

Go kunmmi, it's your party, go kumzy, go Kumzy.

Tito's eyes flamed up with anger, her fingers slowly turning to fists, as her black knuckles join together.

To think I saw one senior kissing it last week. Ew.

Her hands came up to land a slap on Kunmmi's face. I glance to the side from my little corner I was so afraid of leaving, to see Eli and Sara giggling like crazy cheerleaders at the sight of Justin Bieber.

I'd love to shove my fist up their throats!

"Stop it now. Abi you dey craze?  Wetin dey do you, you think say we be punching bag? Mad girl, senior pangolo without sense." Stephanie shouted in her all pidgin glory, causing Tito's fiery eyes to squarely face Kunmmi. Stephanie all determined, moves out from her bed side and faces Tito just as squarely.

Oh no. Stop. Stop. Get the fuck out Tito, I wanted to yell. But anything I say can and will be used against me.

Sorry Steph.

She moved purposefully towards Stephanie, anger filled in her eyes.

I thought she was going to give her one of her famous, steamy Tito's slap but instead, she opened her spit fire mouth, which can sometimes be much worse than her slaps.

"You this good for nothing girl, stupid attention seeker just like your mother."

Okay this was getting surprisingly personal and I'm sure gasps came out of the other four mouths in this room. Stephanie never told me she is family with Tito, maybe they're cousins.

"Wawu, you can call me and my mum attention seekers? Well I guess you inherited your bitchy and slutty attitude from your shame of a mother."

Burn.

"What did you just say?" Tito has totally forgotten about her former prey,  Kunmmi and was now facing Stephanie, eye ball to eye ball.

Kunmmi watches with keen interest, Sara and madam iroko do the same to. I can imagine what is going on in Kunmmi's amebo mind;

*in a robotic voice* 'taken notes, taken notes, i-have-to-gist-the-world. Eke mood activated.'

Sara just sits on her bed, pretending to wear her blue colored sport wear. But in reality, she's watching the hilarious yet intriguing and suspicious plot unfold, just like everyone else.

oh this is getting interesting.

"Yes you heard me, it's true the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Your mum is an home wrecker and I guess the younger bitch is taking over, wrecking other people's lives."

Where is this going?

"You and your mum are unwanted, worse that men reject Ebola, you come our house, your mama get belle for my papa, you kon dey form posh for this place. Like mother, like child."

What?

I'm sure I didn't miss the astonished look on Tolu's face, she's been looking back and forth since this heated argument started, and I'm starting to think this is more of a family war than a silly senior-junior relationship.

Oh Jesus, epp!

Tolu obviously piecing together that they are family, started her come to Jesus talk. "You people, our father does not promote such behavior among sisters, family for that matter."

"You better shut the hell up!" Tito yelled, her voice filled with more rage than the one the Egyptians felt,  when they were chasing the Israelites through the red sea.

Finally oh, it's about to go down. I'm not a big fan of Tito but Tolu seriously needs to shut the fuck up sometimes. When I study her at times, I really think she's just an hypocrite.

At this time, tears have started forming at the corner of Tito's eyes, she lifts her hands to wipe her glassy eye, trying so hard to show no  emotions.

She raised her hands, to finally meet Stephanie's face, her eyes darker than the night.

As she was about to come in contact with Steph's light skin, I move briskly from the corner I had formerly planted my self in and once again for the second time, after the second week, my palms make contact with her fake face.

Just then again, Aunty Aisha decides to show up with the head girl, Seun Adekoya, at our door.

Were you cursed with bad timing or what Aunty hiisah?

•••••••

The field was filled with students in their colourful sport wears, with sneakers of all cost and kind. From Gucci to Versace and all other different designs, this kids never seize to show how rich they are.

At the North, South, East and West of our mini Stadium, arranged the members of the houses, each color group picking a spot. The band boys were assembled in the middle of the field, more than ready to start the parade.

The teachers weren't present yet and the seniors were left in charge of their various color groups; Red, Yellow, Blue, Green.

Talking about seniors, they are the worst thing that God ever created. They are like blood thirsty tigers, ready to pounce on anybody that's weak and fragile.

I can vividly remember what took place in our room, after almighty Aunty hiisah came to separate the fight. Once again, I was blamed for everything, and now I have to wash the hostel toilets for the next five weeks.

I couldn't blame Stephanie in any way, considering the thing that took place just a few hours in our bedroom.

The toilet thing is not the worst part, but the fact that I am not allowed whatsoever to participate in this year's inter house sports.

I really hate that Aunty Aisha. I practiced and worked my butt off for this.

I was brought out of reverie, when I heard someone talking through the deafening microphone. The voice was low, sultry and sexy. It was all those bedroom voice.

Oh-lala.

Not that I've heard bedroom voice before oh.

But it's just too sexy.

Devil, get thee behind me!

"Um hello everyone, I'm very sorry for the interruption, I just have something quick to say." The voice boomed out of the speakers.

"I'll like to request the attention of miss Layo."

Calm down oh and pinch me first, did I just hear my name? Ah no, there is another Layo in this school somewhere.

"Yes, it's Omolayo in ss2." I could already here the oohs and aahs from the students that just love to stick their noses into other people's business.

Tolu faces me with a sly smile, trying to figure out what was happening. I don't even know what's happening, and neither can I see the face of sexy voice well. I gave a quick glance at the spot of the red house, and I could already feel Kumzy's burning stare.

I grudgingly walk to the middle of the field, silently praying that the teachers didn't meet us in this situation. I straighten my green skirt and try to walk confidently, fighting hard to ignore my shaking legs.

As I step out of the designated shade for the yellow house, I am immediately met with the penetrating effect  of the burning sun.

I get to the middle of the field and as if on cue and planned, I'm handed a microphone.

Oh no, I sound like a pregnant whale, when I use the microphone.

"Now miss Layo, will you be my girlfriend?" he said, going down on one knee.

Staring into his light brown playful eyes, I immediately recognized him. He's the rude boy I met two weeks ago.

The first going that came to my mind was 'boys and books don't mix'.

"Hell no!" I yelled through the microphone, earning me loud, surprised gasps from the romantic suckers of students seated under the shades.

He slowly gets up and places his pink lips to my ear. "If you don't say yes, I'll tell everyone you are a lesbian, with proof baby."

What the actual fuck?

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