Our Stars
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And I want to address something, my characters behavior, thoughts and words doesn't in any way relate to mine.

Yes, I do feel a certain connection with all of them but still, if Grace or Lara does or says something stupid 😂 don't think it's what a typical me, the writer, would do.

They're different people just like you and I, and you are bound to surely get infuriated at them but, that just makes them who they truly are with flaws.

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~Midas Dion Brume~

M I D A S

".......her safe haven with it's complex shelves...."

"What took you so long?"

Ms Shola the lanky librarian asked Irene, as she supported us in dropping down the books we carried onto a table.

Without awaiting Irene's response, her eyes which were protectively receiving aid from the medicated glasses she wore, scrutinized the stacked up books as though she was calculating each one of them, because she would incoherently call out numbers at intervals, with her fingers flitting over the books.

"Twennntyy........one!" She said, finally looking up to appreciate our presence, with her graceful smile centering mainly on Irene.

"Thank you guys so much. You both know how things has been for this Library, ever since the new Library prefect was appointed." She sighed. "I'll call Sebastian to assist in the book arrangement, just settle in and remember,"

She paused, as her index finger directed our eyes to the rules and regulations board stationed right behind the wall of her reference desk.

"......the 'no noise making' policy." She deliberately specified that one out of all the other Library rules, why? Because, Irene and I were big time offenders when it came to the noisemaking aspect.

We didn't actually make noise like children in preschool, but just some unending whispers and most times, Irene's inevitable yell or our joined laughter, which would always be considered a hella disturbance in this Library.

Nevertheless, Irene nodded her head and hummed in response to the Lady's friendly warnings.

If it were to be another instructor within the walls of GHS, Irene's response was in a million way disrespectful, but Ms Shola was different, always so jovial and cool with students.

No wonder she could tolerate the current Library prefect, Layefa Desmond, who was the most incompetent fellow amongst her co-prefects.

Layefa was in no way worthy of that post, she was always so laid back when it came to her Library duties but sure, one could always spot her in the most secluded areas like the Janitor's closet, fiddling with her skirt and undone buttons or some hours after school close, she'd sneak into the deserted restroom which was located at the Ss2 commercial halls.

"Sebastian's here." Ms Shola announced.

My eyes darted over to take in his tall and cocky approaching figure, and oh boy, I couldn't help the deep frown which immediately took over my facial expression.

I wasn't a fan of his.

His expression went contrary to mine as an annoying smile became plastered on his punchable face, with him gently waving his hand up in the air, directly calling out Irene's attention specifically.

See why I said he was so annoying.

Fortunately for me, Irene didn't give a shit about his greetings from afar but instead, completely waltzed out from where we stood, and towards the inner part of the library.

THAT'S MAH GURL!!!

I mentally screamed that in my head, grinning from ear to ear as I was internally giddy with excitement. I also couldn't help the tight lopsided smile which found it's way at the corner of my mouth as Sebastian came closer.

"Learn not to fool yourself twice." I advised, deliberately shouldering him aside as I made way for myself.

I felt the intense glare he sent towards my receding back.

I wasn't a bit bothered by his stupid self but, just became nervous on how I was going to approach Irene on our usual table.

I knew where to find her.

We were always seated at the most quiet part of the Library, which was mainly surrounded by large bookshelves enclosing our presence there.

Irene newly discovered that spot, after Ms Shola's complains on our noisemaking became unending, we secretly moved a rectangular wooden table with four sittings, from it's original position which was at the Romance books section, to our new covert hideout.

I could remember how we'd slipped out the bunch of Library keys from Ms Shola's grasp after the close of school, afterwards, snuck into the library like thieves on a mission.

We would have simply asked for the keys from Ms Shola, or the lackadaisical Library prefect but Irene, was in the mood to break some rules.

But today was entirely different, she wasn't going to chuckle, talk more of cracking out her rare hearty laughter, which was soothingly melodious to my hearings.

With both hands deep into my black trouser pocket, and right foot impatiently tapping on the tiled floor, I stared down at Irene who was already seated comfortably on a chair at the exact rectangular table.

Her upright posture was expected, with her back squarely resting on the chair and down to her hands which held a book on top of the table.

A random person passing by, would think she was actually focused on the book, but I wasn't 'random'. She could lie and pretend to everyone but certainly not me.

I couldn't be fooled by her who I'd studied so many things about, from her movements, expression, laughter, mood, anxiousness and to crown everything, her true self.

Irene couldn't deceive me.

"The Summer I turned Pretty by Jenny Han," I started.

She paused in her attempt to flip over to the next chapter immediately I said the book's title and author.

"Have heard a lot about her works." I said, slowly walking over to a huge grey maple bookshelf, which directly faced our table.

Since this was the Fiction section of the library, some sci-fi books were neatly piled up on the grey bookshelf, as I aimlessly removed a book from the others in the row.

A brief spin around with the slightly opened book on my right hand, I beheld Irene's beautiful, yet cold water green eyes staring at me.

She intently fixed her eyes on me, perfectly inspecting my whole as I couldn't decipher what was going on in her head, and what exactly it was that she currently thought of?

Moments like this made me crave only one wish to be answered, the wish I desperately had in mind as I stared back into her green orbs, was the wish of telepathy.

You're free to call my desperate desire weird but still, I wanted to know what it was that went through her mind at that moment.

At times, like some minutes ago at the hallway, we always preferred to communicate without words but just silence.

This was definitely, not one of those times because, this current silence was not calm but instead, filled with tense.

Immediately, I zapped out of it all, and finally understood the different shades of dark colours, her eyes passed on to me.

She was voicing out her pain in the absence of words.

"You're still upset?"

She didn't respond.

"I said, I'm sorry. I fully accept that I'm the one at fault."

She still didn't budge after my words.

I broke the eye contact and went over to sit at the chair beside hers.

"Lara and Chioma were the ones delaying me, you know I would have arrived more earlier." I explained again.

I had already cut down my words into different amounts of bits some hours earlier but still, Irene was very much upset, I could tell.

Neither of us ever missed out on our appointments, not even a minute late. She was always the one to arrive early so I could imagine her disappointment when I hadn't showed up then.

"You kept me waiting, Dion_

I loved it whenever she called me by middle name. Her voice reminded me so much of the other her, but Irene's name calling was more addictive. Unlike the other which was always so mo_

"For three good hours. Why?" She questioned rhetorically, not really expecting any response from me.

"......Because those Barbie incarnates, had you wrapped around their annoying manicured fingers."

It wasn't a question neither was it an immediate yell but still, I heard the casual emphasis her tone held on her words.

I sighed, trying to reach out to her hands which were already accommodating the book she held, as I really cared less.

I was an inch away from capturing her silky palm into mine, when she once again rudely interrupted my consistent attempt to initiate even the briefest skin contact with her, by quickly lifting up her right hand.

Only that movement she made, slightly slashed through my heart as I dejectedly withdrew backwards.

Since she wasn't ready to properly hear my words out, and still rigid on not believing or at least, accepting my apologies then so be it. Maybe some space was what she really needed at the moment, and not my pesky self.

So let's get straight to the point.

"The 'meet up' message you sent" I began to say, folding my arms and slouching down against the chair in a bid to spite her a bit, because Irene was always on about good posture so, this might actually get the attention from her, that I so much wanted.

"What is the purpose?" I asked her, carelessly flipping over different pages of the book I'd randomly removed from it's shelf which was, Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins.

"Spiral code?" She responded with a sarcastic chuckle.

I was shocked that she had willingly laughed although, it was scornful but still, the attempt for her to lift up her lips to produce that, was amazing.

"Don't play dumb with me Midas." She said, with a blank expression on her face as her eyes were damn serious and desolately empty.

"Stop it Irene, please." I breathed out slowly, deliberately stressing out my words with hopes of it breaking through the unseen walls, she'd built in order to confine herself within.

"Stop what exactly?"

It was my turn not to respond, as I sighed and feigned reading the book which my eyes keenly got stuck on a chapter without reading it's content but just looking at it.

"You and I know what the 'spiral code' message means, so what's the whole act about?"

The spiral code message?

Of course I knew what it meant, but Irene was just being a bit dramatic with not explaining the real content, and reason for sending that sticky note.

At first I'd assumed her reason being that maybe she needed my presence and another round of unlimited apologies but, I was totally wrong.

Irene had intentionally passed through the hallway just to remind of the letter and her supposed meeting up request, while my assumptions on the other hand, made a big fool of me.

"I'll ask again, what's the pur_"

"Bamidele." She finally spoke, letting the book fall down with a slight thud on the table as she got up and strolled over to the grey shelf.

Speaking of Bamidele, it had better not be what I think she was about to say, because that boy would surely be doomed tonight.

"He went contrary to your senseless rule." She said so casually, as though there was no wrong in what we both knew he had done, and I was just being the frantic one in our bloody clique!

"And you let him?" I asked, trying so hard not to increase my voice more than intended because, the anger boiling in me at that moment could've also been felt by her, who stood by the bookshelf.

"Yes of course."

Was she really being serious right now?

I struggled to control my low rapid breath by breathing in and out, and cracking my head up on any positive outcome that may have happened after what he did, but I found none.

"It was just an half stick and besides that, he was stressed out." She shrugged, turning to face a seething me who kept on clenching my jaw.

"Chillax Dion, Bamidele is not a kid and has seen the rugged side of life, so just chill." She said, not caring on the grimmed seriousness coming out from my whole expression, as she slowly moved back and forth with a halfbaked sincere concentration, on whatever darn book she held.

"Not a kid?" I asked, getting ready to stand up and walk over to her, which I did later on but, with lazy strides as though the world and time was on my best side

"If he's not a kid, then why did he call them?"

She paused from aimlessly moving to and fro on the short horizontal space, as she firmly shut the book close and looked up at me.

"I'm in no position to answer that." She said, already trying to leave after keeping the book back on it's original location, when I loosely held her back by the wrist, letting our hands dangle downwards due to the little or no effort I enforced into the grip.

"Then why did you fill me in on such unnecessary details when you're obviously, in 'no position' to do so?" I questioned in irony at her making no absolute sense.

"Boredom." She said, using her other hand to let go of the not so caged one under my loosened grasp.

"I was bored Dion but," she paused, taking out what seemed like a mini square shaped paper from beneath her right wrist, as I wondered how she kept it there secured but not on the paper's content because well, I knew.

"Bami sent this." She handed over the small yet danger filled paper onto my closed palm. I received it without any words but my eyes tailing over and wondering what it was this time.

Whatever it was that he sent would still not change my mind on what I was about to do some hours from now.

"12 midnight. If you're a minute late just know it's over and," She leaned forward with an inch or two away from my face, as she slowly moved over my shoulders and directly on my ears, I felt her fresh mint breath give out an upcoming whisper.

"Don't think I forgot you're still a hot strawberry mess."

One would think that was a weird compliment or just entirely weird in general, but Irene, was warning me against any future interferences like that of Lara and Chioma.

No. 2 warning..........

One remaining.

°Zirachi Joy Mark°

Z I R A C H I

~I was lost in his amber eyes....~

Grace had successfully left to inquire more on the original place the voices we heard, came from. Since the door eavesdropping wasn't enough for her, and also, to quench her suspicions immediately she supposedly heard Lara's voice.

I tried to talk her out of leaving, but she was still too adamant and left anyway, not without promising to be back some minutes later, after I declined her persisting request to come along with her.

Just when I was grateful for her presence despite the pending suspicions tugging at my chest, she chose to leave and thereby, multiplied the thoughts and doubts I still had for her.

I was once again, all alone.

Not wanting to even take a stroll around or wander off to have at least a view on, some places within this school which I hadn't discovered. I stayed back at the balcony as the cool breeze and my growling stomach, kept me company.

There was no more tears to cry out the pain which clogged at my chest, but I still felt it's salt waters seeking comfort on my throat. They struggled to come out by gathering up there, as I sharply inhaled at intervals, trying to breath well and control myself.

It was suffocating, despite the fresh air and zero disturbance, I wasn't at peace.

Thinking back on all the comments made by different people I felt worst, like a bare cheap item whose value held little or no importance at all. I suddenly saw myself as the dirt they all referred to me as.

A poor church rat

Jared's new fling.

Worthless

The scholarship girl.....

Their words rang in my head, jiggling like the bells you'd hear in Christmas songs as the chants became unending and hurtful, I tried using my palm in closing my ears to at least unhear every comment, and erase the image of the bitter ones I read some minutes ago but still, my attempts were futile.

Not yielding any positive outcome, I gave up.

With my hands wobbly falling down the railings and moving from one side to the other, I really gave up and was greatly overpowered by not only their comments and words but majorly, by my own self.

"A huge disappointment."

I continuously whispered that to myself on impulse, still swinging my hands sideways and resting over the railings with my body sinking comfortably on it.

It wasn't until I heard the slight chorus repetition on what I was saying that I became a bit alerted, on the presence of an uninvited person.

"I finally found my accomplice."

I wasn't startled or shocked at how I was totally unaware, that I had another company aside from my hungry stomach and the cool breeze, as I didn't even bother to stress my head on how long the person had been here, and if he witnessed my sudden outburst of distress.

Tilting my head a bit to the side I saw him, standing before the railings and relaxedly occupied, with whatever sketchbook he held as his right hand holding a dark pencil, finely moved all over the book in a slow yet concentrated motion.

How could I forget him?

His voice and cool demeanor was irresistibly hard for one to let slip out of the mind so easily, combined with his charisma which could lure out the faintest smile from a fallen face.

I had personally experienced his brief radiant energy on my first day of resumption at the Cafeteria, but unfortunately, those moments were abruptly short lived after Idia chose to feed people on a live Nollywood display, with me being the 'weak slapped girl'.

I wondered what impression he currently had of me, I mean, with the recent rumors, scandals and whole chaos, I wouldn't be shocked if he actually saw me for what the Media painted, and not who I truly am.

"I always knew I had a partner in crime, but what I didn't know, was that it would be you." He said, ceasing to further make any imprints on the sketchbook he so vigorously did wonders on, as he sharply turned to look at an unbothered and relaxed me.

He smiled.

Regardless of how he currently fluttered out his lips in a full blown smile alongside, running his fingers through his short blonde hair, I saw the hidden exasperation he tried to cover up beneath that small gesture.

"If you actually smile more," He said, with some forward steps embracing his feet which were contained in the Nike sneakers he wore, as he slowly came towards me.

Upon reaching a casual me, he placed his right arm on the railings and rested his back on a pillar behind.

".......it will cool down your nerves and give a sense of assurance that everything will be all right."

"Cool down my nerves?" I dryly laughed in return for his silly absurd theory.

"What are you doing here?" I quickly went straight to the point. Making no room for any unnecessary conversation or questions, which would later on drink my entire being in a state of anxiousness and self doubt.

He breezily almost shrugged off my question, but must've reconsidered after his amber brown eyes froze immediately they clashed with mine, as we drew the staring battle with so much concentration, but his eyes seemed to have switched up differently, after some sombre seconds of silence.

I felt like a chemical solution under his keen gaze, a solution whereby it's reaction would determine what he was to do next and well, it became uncomfortable when I was at the receiving end of those amber brown eyes, surveying every inch and corner of me.

I was lost, lost in the stare exchange and most definitely his eyes which were so hard to look away from, despite the voice hollering in my head to freaking compose myself, I just couldn't.

It was too hard. I myself was eagerly willing to avert my gaze to anywhere except the amber distraction before me but, my eyes were so unwilling and firmly fixed on this certain boy, who wondrously was able to make me truly relaxed with a sprinkle of an undesired tension.

A burning discomfort was gradually seeping way into whatever we were doing, I could feel the edge of it all and at last, I finally reached it's daring cliff when my eyes momentarily flipped downwards to his smooth pink lips and oh dear, I was a goner.

"KENNY!"

A bold firm voice announced it's owner's presence, by calling out his name in an abbreviated form, as it instantly broke the eye contact we had effortlessly maintained.

I unconsciously cleared my throat in sheer nervousness, with eyes trying to focus on just anything around in order to comprehend what had just happened.

"I've been looking for you," She said, coming closer to us, but it seemed like she hadn't noticed my presence.

"Kenny? Really?" He asked in mock surprise, suddenly bursting into a peal of laughter.

"Oya stop this your yeye laugh and start explaining when and why did you disappear? Have you even seen the trending livestream?"

My brain didn't take in any other thing she said, but just picked up on the 'livestream'. As that was all it took for my palms to suddenly develop sweat out of nowhere.

I became a nervous wreck at only the mention of that, Livestream.

There was no clear reason as to why I was becoming anxious but still, anything currently concerning the Media just seemed stir up an uncertain fear within me.

"What is the Livestream about? and who is the streamer?" I legit asked her both questions in one breath, as an unconscious me must've startled her a bit, because she slightly jerked back immediately I delivered the questions.

"Wh...en__ ho.. w_ did you g_et here?" She stuttered.

"Have actually been here since, but maybe if you weren't too focused on him, you'd have noticed me."

I replied her with those words above, but that only happened in my head because, the second I wanted to talk, I instantly had a change of mind of just going straight to the point to get direct answers.

"I've been here all along."

She looked at me quizzically, as if to ask more questions but thought otherwise by shaking everything off dismissively.

At first, I thought her and Kenneth would question me endlessly on the rumors or feed my being with food deprived judgy eyes but instead, I got the reverse from both of them.

They were behaving oddly normal as though yesterday afternoon at the Cafeteria never happened, as though I wasn't currently the talk of the whole school, as though I wasn't the mere church rat and slut the others called me, as though nothing occurred.

Kenneth's behavior was totally unexpected.

When I saw him with that sketchbook, I wasn't expecting him to be here of all places and worst, host a crazy staring contest which slowly became irresistibly hard to back down or even look away

Since I barely knew them very well before the Cafeteria incident, it never occurred to me that maybe they weren't like the others who were so quick to judge.

I had unconsciously become the judgy one, filled with a biased assumption of them also turning their back on me, or maybe in this long run, my overthinking self was playing a game on me as this might actually be their trick to fool me.

"Well......" Deja paused, darting her eyes between Kenneth and I hesitantly. "......I don't really know much but according to what I was told on my way here to look for Kenneth, 'the unknown' is the streamer and the Livestream was abruptly put on hold, after the streamer's location was discovered."

Was discovered?

Oh my gosh! Which meant that 'the unknown' must've finally revealed his/her identity, during this Livestream.

To say I was brimmed up in excitement at that moment would be a huge lie because, I was far beyond excited.

I could feel a smile warming it's way on my lips, as this piece of information delivered by Deja was one I would never forget.

Now, I was about to ask who the heck was this person who'd been tormenting my life for three whole days, when Deja's following words left an excited me in unfixable shatters.

"..........although, the Streamer's identity is still anonymous because, he/she didn't even reveal their face, as the phone's camera was purposely obstructed by a book or something, but it was all conducted from 'the unknown' account." She said.

I froze on instinct, as my whole world and reality, seemed to pause and break down before my very own eyes. I couldn't even imagine the expression I had on my face because I was sadly disappointed.

"Hellooooo!" A finger snapped me back to this haunting reality I may never seem to escape from, even if I did in my brief thoughts, it would actually like now, only last for a while.

"What?"

I don't know how that voice which sounded so feeble, could come out as a question from me, but it still did, as I looked at Deja blank in the eyes, not even trying to hide my dark emotions.

"Are you okay?" It was Kenneth's turn to speak this time, as I involuntary felt a bit of relief at not only his presence, but his voice and question which had somehow managed to sooth my worries away.

"Yeah," I breathed out, with my most incomplete fake smile. "I'm fine."

He scoffed. I saw how skeptical he was to react in that manner, like he purposely withheld himself from asking more questions.

I couldn't help but feel heartbroken at his action, I just wanted someone like him to at least pry hard a little into my business, even though I knew if he was to do that I wouldn't give out any information but still, it would actually feel nice to know someone cares, be it fake or real.

"Where was the Livestream conducted?" I asked

"Ah ah! omo your questions ehhhhh," She laughed. "I think it was at the indoor basketball court. I don't really know but after I left the restroom, I just saw that everyone was in a hurry and confusion was my case so, I luckily got some information from one random girl like that, until I realized that this boy here," She directed her eyes to Kenneth, playfully giving him a disdainful once over look.

"Was no where to be found."

"You were taking so much time. I had to take a stroll and almost every girl coming out of that restroom, were just so amazed by my beauty. You know am an eye candy." He said, tilting his head up a bit with an evident cocky smirk.

I couldn't agree more, he was sure very attractive.

"But you're still mine." My ears weren't playing tricks on me when she intentionally emphasized on 'mine', as she locked hands with him and rested on his shoulder.

It was like a deliberate attempt which literally screamed, BACK OFF! at my face. Because the piercing semi glare she gave out to me, couldn't go unnoticed by my eyes which subconsciously darted between her and their interlocked hands.

Just Wow!

~A n o n y m o u s~

To start up a fire wasn't hard at all, it was a very easy task to do, which only needed the help of some elements for it's flames to fully burst and spread wide.

The fuel could be anything, a paper, wood, fabric, just bring it on, it would compel.

Same method had also be used by me, in this shithole of a place called, Golden High School.

But here, igniting that fire was unexpectedly easy with the help of these foolish people falling into every one of my traps.

They wanted news, news to eat on and spread around social media while my unknown identity was still at bay.

I on the other hand, craved chaos.

Unlimited mayhem which would bring confusion and downfall to their very own doorstep, a tsunami of doubt and hatred.

CHAOS! TURMOIL!

EVERYTHING! Should be burned to unrecognizable ashes.

I had waited too long, endured too much of their nonsense, it's time to finally set this whole shit ablaze.

No matter the number of people involved, I do not care, they're also in one way or the other guilty for everything going on.

It's still their fault.

And oh, I need to inform K because the real game is yet to begin.............

Who's next?

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