"Have you checked his Insta? Kiishiju finally posted a picture and he is looking so hot with those his eyes." I looked towards the two girls, on my table, that whispered, actually that thought they whispered but yelled instead. I frowned and wished I could tell them to shut up so I could continue cramming before the test that was supposed to hold by 4pm. The library was to be a place where quiet was the absolute norm and it was, until they decided to talk.

Without noticing my angered mood, they continued, the other girl squealed before speaking. " I could just get lost in those eyes forever. He should be arrested for being so damn fine." She sighed dreamily and I stared at them, hands on my book but mind away.

"He was now shirtless, guy. I would rape that boy if given the chance." The first said.

"Rape ke, he would probably hate you. Me I would seduce him and make him give me baby," they both laughed as quietly as they thought it was.

Fed up and against my better judgment, I spoke. "Sis, he'd probably also hate you too for seducing him and making him a father at such an early part of his life. There is also the fact that he could deny it and he could have you arrested. He could do lots of things I would like to tell you but now that I think about it...I don't actually care about all that. I came here to read and you two are yarning nonsense into my head."

They both looked at me, were silent for some seconds and burst into laughter, not considering the fact that the Librarian was around somewhere and could kick them out for their noise. "This one that looks like she is wood and can never admire good looks of a very very handsome human is talking to us. Abeg Amaka, lets go jare, some people are not worth our mouths." They packed their things and walked out.

Well, that was quick, I had been preparing words to fire back at them but things happen mysteriously. Good riddance.

I went back to struggling with cramming my Economics of Adult Education. I hated anything that would one way or another involve calculation. I read the paragraph of words and closed my eyes, mouthing it as silent as I could. I forgot a word and had to read the paragraph again to see where I was stuck.

"Urrgh," I groaned and reread the line again. Sure this time I could remember the sentences. After repeating it a couple of times I wrote it into my notepad for study. I tried to move on to the next line but my mind decided at that moment to remember what the girls had said. Not about me but about the boy with the spectacular eyes. I sighed and shook my head, I did not need a distraction. Yet I wanted to see what they talked about, I wanted to see the face of the campus star who was definitely was not what everyone expected, including me.

Saturday night came up in my head and I saw us running towards what he had said was his favorite place—or was it one of?—on campus. I had expected the art students practice room, people said it was an awesome sight with lights and decorations for when they had exhibitions and film shows or expected something related to music. Instead we went up a slope to meet a small ditch which was more terrifying because it was nighttime. I remembered screaming, because I assumed he brought me to meet a cruel end, until he used his hands to cover my mouth. According to him, the ditch was not want he wanted to show but the view of the buildings from the slope. But there was no way I would ever agree to sit there and look over the buildings since I was scared of heights. I had run down with his mocking laugh the only sign he followed me.

I felt the smile on my face a few seconds after it had been plastered there. It was a definite that I would fail the test the moment my hands fished out my phone from the bag beside me. I'll have to work harder in the next continuous assessment the lecturer decided to give. I adjusted my body into a comfortable position on the chair as I opened up the Instagram app. I typed in his stage name in the search tab and a couple of pages came up. The first was the right one because it did not have the word 'fan page' behind it.

I snickered, why would one little celebrity have so many fan pages. What if he became like Davido or Wizkid? The original page had a following of about two hundred and eighty thousand and he followed a thousand and seventy four. The profile picture was half of his face in black and white, with the eyes that showed glinting in the brightness of the picture.

'Kiishiju

being a music star and aiming to be a real star

bookings; [email protected]

I chuckled from seeing his bio and wondered why he talked about stars so much. It was a mystery I felt like I would love to know. I scrolled down to his page to see his pictures, like the girls had said, the first and recent was him being shirtless and eyes focused on whosoever viewed the picture. His page was colorful with him in different outfit of bright colors and with different odd pictures of the sky being taken at different hours and different goofy faces of him. I enlarged the first and stared at the picture.

"Those eyes," it came out as an unintentional whisper. I scrolled to read the caption and had to stifle a laugh. "Really?" Could he be less obvious. Still, it made me smile. As much as I did not like being referred to as a mermaid, he had a way of making me want to get used to it. I backed out of the app and located my call log in search of a familiar number I had not bothered to save yet.

Can you be less obvious? I sent to him and returned to Instagram, scrolling through his pictures and videos and silently laughing at weird comments directed at him from bashers to lovers. Someone even called him a copycat of a world known musician. One picture caught my eye. Kiishiju looked a lot younger and had the widest smile on. One I had not seen in any of his pictures and beside him was someone who looked just like him. Eyes, nose, mouth, everything except for his hair which was complete low cut. He had on him a goofy smile and that made me smile in return. It was as if the person could make his mood affect yours too.

The caption read; Happy Birthday homo. I tapped the picture in hope for the person to be tagged. Luck was on my side as his username appeared tagged to his teeth; ade_tolaxx.

His profile picture was of Kiishiju and that made me take interest. That and the part of his bio that stated he was the graphic designer and guardian of Kiishiju and also a graduate of Medicine.

"Wow."

I tapped the first picture and it opened up to a picture of a computer screen with what appeared to be Photoshop. The caption said; work in progress, watch out for my superstar bro new hit, back to back.

"Strange," the post was made twenty six weeks ago. Well some people just were not the social media type. I opened the comment section when a message popped into my phone.

Your username is not known by me, I had faith in the Universe. I laugh silently and decided to give him a reply.

Well the universe brought me two annoying girls that made me want to see what they irritatingly talked about. And I don't like being called mermaid.

I went back to the comment section, there were about five thousand comments. The first I saw said; anticipating bro, your bro is good another said that his latest song is epiiic with lots of fire emojis following. And a lot of them were pleasant comments until the one that wiped the smile off my face; rip man, gone waaay too soon.

I paused and scrolled again, a frown on my face. They were a lot that talked about resting in peace and how much he was a very nice guy and how they feel sad for Kiishiju. A realization dawned on me. This was the boy the Campus Media had wrote about a few months ago. I opened my google and inputted 'Kiishiju car crash'. A series of articles with pictures came up. I clicked the first which was the site of my school blog and on it was a short write up.

The famous celebrity of LagoonFront University was involved in a ghastly motor accident which left him luckily with some injuries. But not his brother who was with him. It was said that they had both been coming from a party when they ran straight into a trailer at an intersection.

Campus Critic has been trying to contact his family for information about what happened exactly, but have been turned down continuously. Still, reliable sources say he was the driver and witnesses confirm the car drove recklessly.

We feel sad with the Sijuade family, but does this not show Kiishiju still remains a child who should not be allowed to run things—or drive things—let alone be confirmed as a figure who the public look up to?

#mayadetolarestinpeace

Always remember, Campus Critic brings you the most reliable news on the world, nation ad our school.

My hands trembled, from anger at whosoever was behind the article. It was one thing for a family to die and it was another to blame someone for the death of the person. I knew if I was him I would have quit everything and maybe this school to begin somewhere else. I bit my lips as I read through the words again, sadness washed over me. He kept smiles on his face and allowed laughter from his throat but were they real?

A message popped up; I met you in a water, in the night. Or would you prefer what the security man said, mamiwata?

I could only muster a small smile, my heart heavy for him. I wondered if this was the reason why he had gone to the Lagoon that night. They say there is no real justifiable reason for one to want to snuff out ones life, but couldn't stand as one.

No, eww, forget it. Count stars at 6:30pm. With that I packed my things and proceeded to leave the Library. I felt like I could help with making him know not everyone thought what the Campus Critic wrote was fair.

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Thursday should be termed happy day, don't you think? Since, we get to read the lives of our people. lol.

so, will begin to add chapter songs, so, you could probably listen ;-)

this chapter song is Surburbian by Troye Sivan. cause, well, it kinda fits.