HI!🥹❤️

First of all, let me just say that I missed you guys so much. I had not written the whole of last year because of a heavy schedule and of course, law school, but I am so happy to be back now and writing something like this for you all to read and enjoy. I missed writing sooo much. I am sooo happy to be here. Ughhhhh!❤️❤️✨

A part of me is hoping I haven't forgotten how to write, chukwunna lekwamoo😂 Anyways, lemme trust myself. All I sha know is that this chapter is a bangerrrrrrr.

Feel free to start this Book II all over again to get the whole vibe back, and if you're too impatient and want to just get right into it, I still got you lmaooo.

Oh and I will resume posting COMMENT OF THE CHAPTER in the next chapter, so make sure to engage o. If not, no shoutout for you. Lmao.

A little recap from the last chapter (NANA POV):

... I mean, anyone with a keen sense of intuition or at least the slightest observation skills would have noticed the kid across the hall, staring blankly at them.

So, when Chika Chioma who was leaning against the wall with folded arms, coolly watching Soma as the latter vibrantly engaged Aaron and Casper with excited gisting and wild gesticulations, made a face, it was another cue for me to leave. When she had frowned, brows furrowing in her confusion, it was my third chance. Again, I should have walked away.

But, no, I still stayed there. I stayed there until Chika stood up against the wall, focus moving away from Somadina Best. Her peripheral vision and super senses were on alert, surveying, in a careful bid to pinpoint what didn't feel right...

Until it stopped on its target.

The worst part was that in that moment, Chika was not the only one who had caught me staring at their clique, and possibly, maybe even at Ebube directly. The entire clique of Igbo Sisters, plus Aaron and Casper, followed the direction Chika landed her gaze. All of them, staring back directly at their stalker:

Me.

~NANA~

Getting caught staring at people has never, in any history, been a good look on anyone.

Especially if the people who caught you staring at them are ones whom on a normal occasion, you have no business getting caught staring at.

But, did that mean that I looked away? No. I thought about everything I could have done in that moment - pretend I was looking at the ceiling above their heads, perhaps just look away completely and stroll off, or maybe, just maybe, close my eyes and decree a word with faith even as little as a mustard seed or at least right about the right quantity of it to make me miraculously vanish into thin air.

They stared right back at me. Indecipherable, unreadable gazes pointing towards me without a break. Ironically, every single one of them had their eyes pinned on me, except Ebube - the very reason I got into this mess.

The pretty girl rather stared down into her phone and I knew her enough to be certain she was just putting up an act, pretending like she was too distracted to see me like the others. Yet, it was her last message asking me to turn around and look behind me to spot her that got me right here, right now, in a blank staring contest with all her friends.

Needless to say, the group was not smiling at me. So to cut the unsettling moment short, I quipped a small, polite smile, waved them a quick goodbye, then stuffed my hands into my pockets and turned around to leave my with my head down, shuffling my feet lazily against the porcelain tiles of the ground as I strolled off towards the route of my classroom. It was going to be a long walk, I knew, and it would do me a lot more good if I kept my eyes on the ground and took that walk of shame like a man.

"Nana, wait!"

Huh?

I stopped, raising a brow subtly in confusion as I mentally measured the familiarity of the voice that just called out to me from the group.

It sounded like Ebube's voice, the same silky sweet timbre that had become the most soothing sound for me, but something felt off this time around. I couldn't bring myself to particularly pin it. Did her speech sound slower or faster? Or, did the tone sound a bit more sultry and slurred than usual? She did sound a bit dragged when she was tired or bored, but it still didn't feel right. It felt too empty, too there, to be what I knew to be Ebube. If anything, that was the only reason I turned back around.

"Wait!" It came again, and I saw Ebere Onuoha instigating the group towards me. Aaron and Casper were way ahead of them, as the rest of the group rounded up their whispers and conversations and started to march towards me like people on a mission.

I stood there, lost, and I would have wondered why they were suddenly coming for me, but I saw a bigger problem when Ebube slipped out of the group and started to walk faster than a rabbit towards the girls bathroom at the other extreme end of the hall.

She was getting away from her friends who were walking towards me.

"Nana, my man!" Aaron's voice snapped me out of my reverie, taking my hand and throwing his body into mine in an aggressive bro hug that I was not yet ready for. "Always looking fresh! Always looking sharp! Killing them softly, bro!" He shook me like we had been pals for years and I smiled politely and tried to maintain my distance away from the camera that Casper was trying to shove into my face.

"Actually, I have to go-"

"Slow down na, tiger!" His buddy, Casper, pulled my arm back to stop me, "Relax, e get why we dey show. We were just talking about backstage prom arrangements and preparations and the Igbo Sisters told us that you'd be a great fit to join our Prom Dream Team Commitee."

I stared right back at Casper, absolutely lost. My gaze slowly transfered from him to the girls hovered around; Chika stood there, head slightly tilted to the side, gaze blank with calm indifference, and her fingers lazily toying with the seam of her loose school tie. Soma's brows furrowed in a gentle frown, as if she was trying to decipher me, and Ebere crossed her arms and looks me up and down with lips pursed in a disdainful smirk. In other words, they didn't look very friendly.

"Are you sure they said they want me to be part of your Commitee?" I had to ask Casper again, just for confirmation.

"It's not our committee," The blonde haired kid interjected, clarifying, "I mean, yes, we run it, but we don't own it, yeah? It's for the set. It's a group of brilliant minds coming together to make prom madddd for our set. We're doing our classmates service, so to say."

"And sure, membership is exclusive," Casper continued, "but hey, we need only the best minds and if the Igbo Sisters want to pull you in, me and Aaron are definitely confident with their reccomendation. So, welcome to the team, my guy!" He daps me up with a catchy grin and I smile and nod in understanding, doing well to hide my confusion.

Why would the Igbo Sisters want me in their 'exclusive' preparation group for Prom? I wasn't a known creative in the set, neither did I have any social skills or bright ideas to offer in a group like that; they couldn't use me as a networking means either because I never leave my house and I don't know anybody at all, outside my family, tiny circle of friends and Ebube. The only think I was ever used for in a setting like this was electronics and until now, I wasn't part of the planning phase of that, all I did was just execute what I was told.

And of all people to suddenly reccomend me, it had to be Chika and her crew?

Dont get me wrong. I don't think they hate me per say - or I'd like to hope - but I wasn't sure where to place my relationship with The Igbo Sisters. The last encounter I had with them when they asked me to upload something gruesome to the school's website did NOT go down very well and I was convinced they were still holding a grudge.

Before that time, and in fact, for many years, I was very sure that the likes of Chika Chioma did not even know I was in her set. Sure, we are in the same class but the only time that had ever prompted an encounter was at the first Biology class of the term when she tapped me and asked me to swap seats...

She wanted to sit close to Soma instead for that period, not me.

That same class, I remember asking her for a pencil when it was time to label the cardiovascular system and she passed it to me absentmindedly while busily engrossed in a chatty conversation with Soma. She was so unbothered by me that she even forgot to take her pencil back after the class. After that day, she practically either looked through me or wasn't interested to cast her eyes in my direction at all, despite being in the same class; she also never asked for her pencil back either. It became clear to me that she may not have recalled giving it to me or even sitting close to me with her friend that day in class.

Soma seemed nice, but the most vivid memory I had of her was from Jss2 during the Wing It Karaoke where she 'allegedly' got high on NutriC. While people in our set like Yure Adediji and Krisdana Moe fell in love with their voices, others like me spent the whole night stuck babysitting her while she engaged me in a disjointed streams of conversations hovering around the hidden messages in Scooby Doo and her bizzare theory on Betty Boop's secret life. And also something about having a marine husband.

Either that or in Ss1 when she went around class telling everyone that they had stains in their shirts, only to hit their nose when they looked down on their shirts. Or this one time recently that she rang the bell in my ears to wake me up after I fell asleep during last period because the class had finished and it was school over. Okay, maybe I had a number of encounters with Soma and till now, I'm not quite sure what to make of them. But if Soma didn't treat everyone in our set the same way, I'd have misunderstood her and thought we were actually friends.

I didn't know a thing about Ebere. Sometimes, I do forget that Ebube has a twin, but I guess the other one was just there. They came to Castron High in Jss3 and were notorious for always getting into trouble with seniors. And then, this one time in Jss3, when Senior Dedun Adidas was punishing juniors for wearing black socks during Assembly. I remember because that was the first time I ever saw Ebube. Somehow, she had crawled her way up the stairs to the Media room and begged me to hide her. The both of us ended up staying there, crouched together under the steps of the stairway all throughout the entire morning assembly.

Ebube never really spoke to me again since that day and after a while, we were back to strangers again. Until now.

Now thinking back on things, I started to have a feeling that Ebube had a hand in convincing her friends to add me into the committee.

"So, when you have time, we can schedule a meeting?" Aaron was saying, "Anytime during the weekend, I was thinking after Saturday lessons maybe. We're currently trying to decide how we should run Prom Royalty politics; if it should be nomination-based or if we allow people who are interested to go ahead and just apply to contest for Prom King or Queen themselves."

"We're also stuck on the theme, because we have a bright team with big heads filled with sooo many ideas," Casper said, nudging Soma who laughs heartily.

"I still think we should have a fantasy themed prom," Soma butts in rather dramatically, rolling her eyes playfully at the blonde haired kid jab, "You know I'm thinking something magical like the recreation of the mystical realm of Benin's ancient bronze casters. I'm thinking old accents, ivory carvings, Edo symbols and we could even give the place these cool, shimmering gold lights like golden thrones of the Ogiso Dynasty. It'll be very EPIC!-"

"-And very expensive too," Chika chimes in, "It's a great idea, sure, but to pull off something like that the way you're imagining it, we may need to rob the Mafia."

"It shouldn't be that expensive," Ebere says, "If school doesn't give enough money to fund it, we can have donations from the set. We have really rich people's kids here, senator's kids, billionaire CEOs, Royal bloods, like hell Yure Adediji's father is in Forbes 100 and isn't that Funmi girl like the ex-governor's daughter or something?"

"Niece," Chika corrects, "Funmi is the ex-governor's niece."

"While I get Soma's point, I think my girl's right though," Aaron came in on China's defence, "We should consider other more realistic ideas and expand our options. That's why we're calling Nana into the committee. Surely, he can have some ideas?"

And that's how all eyes reverted back to me again.

"Um, I-"

I stuttered, but yet they watched me patiently, waiting for my input.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what to say."

Aaron's face lit up first from among the group, as though he still had faith in me.

"Sleep on it a couple more days, yeah? I'm sure you'd have a lot to say when we call for our first meeting on Saturday, right guys?" He looked the others over his shoulder and the rest of the group was smiling and nodding as though they were sharing the same take.

They made to leave, but Chika who had not directly said a word to me since they arrived suddenly just stopped.

"Oh, and Nana?"

I stood there with hands in my pockets, moping at her and once again, lost. Chika looked at me with a straight face and folded her arms impassively.

"About what happened last term in the media room," She said to me; a subtle smile under her breath accompanied the next words. "Bygones?"

I smiled, relieved. "No qualms."

Ebere smiled beside her, arms folded too with a sassy drip in her feminine stance.

"And Nana?" She joins in, "I usually don't dash out compliments because frankly I'd rather stick one hundred needles in my private parts than feed a boy's ego... but you're a fine boy sha."

Everyone laughed except me. I guess they found Ebere... funny?

Anyways, from the distance following their retreating backs, I could hear Aaron and Casper screaming welcomes down the halls while shoving their cameras into the faces of everyone who was unfortunate to pass them by. I watched as the boys collected Madam Philomena's mop from her hands and before the short-tempered cleaner could unleash backflips, the boys were throwing arms over her shoulder and forcing her into their selfies with the biggest grins on their faces.

I turned around to leave. I had bigger problems than Madam Philomena. My thoughts were wandering off, wondering what on earth I would open my mouth to say in contribution to the planning on that meeting on that Saturday.

Ebube definitely had something to do with this. I had so many questions to ask her. As I stepped into Class C and headed for my desk, I whipped my phone out of my backpockets and opened our chats, to type a message:

ME:
Hey! Why did you run off? Can we talk during break? You won't believe what just happened to me-

"Peachy, keh?"

"Jesus Christ, man!-" I slammed my device into my desk table, completely taken off guard by the sudden voice from the fellow behind me whom I had only just noticed had been hovering his gaze around the display name set for Ebube in my chat.

I recognized that deep voice anywhere. Pulling my hoodie over my face, I just looked over my shoulder and attempted to gather my cool, acting casual, with my phone down against my desk. I just hoped it would not obvious that I was trying to hide my chat screen from the spiky haired nosy intruder.

"Chido."

There he was, mounting his heavy schoolbag like a block of cement right next to the seat neighboring mine. The bulky-builded kid was properly clothed in his full school uniform, down to the closing all the buttons on his sangria red blazer even though I could clearly see he was wearing the school sweater inside.

Gloved up, face mask on, head warmer covering most of his frizz, wrapped around snugly with a matching sash, anyone could see that he came prepared for the beginning of this new term.

With how covered Chiedozie was, one would think we were still in the thick of Harmattan season. Ironically so, despite having a reputation for being tougher than Batman himself, Chido's body was overly sensitive to everything.

"So, my brethren," He barely glanced at me as he masked down and started unzipping his king-sized backpack, "Who is Peachy?"

I laughed awkwardly, running a hand through my thick hair. "It's Ebube."

Chiedozie's hands paused with the chunk of Further Maths textbooks he had just gotten out of his bag, but it was just for a split second. In the next, he was getting out a bunch of notebooks and some jitters and extra pens, acting like he did not just hear what I said, even if I know he clearly did.

"Ebube Onuoha," I had to clarify, "One of the Onuoha Twins, you know from the Igbo Sisters clique?"

"I know the Onuoha Twins, Emeka," He deadpanned as he started organizing the many books on his desk like an OCD-diagnosed uptight professor, "So, because you're talking to one of the Onuoha Twins, that's why you're hiding your phone from me?"

Humiliation washed over me instantly. I didn't know what I was thinking believing that I could actually fool a guy like Chiedozie Ihenna.

"Well, it's not just any of the twins, it's Ebube," I clarified, "The one with the tiny dimple at the corner of her mouth... It's like a tiny depression, like you'd see it when she does this upside-down smile but it's almost unnoticeable-"

"Look, I don't know the difference and I don't really care, to be quite fank," He cuts me off and I swallow back the rest of my words. He sighs, almost like he realizes how harsh that was. "I'm sorry. You can talk to anyone you want, but just be careful, man. And you don't need to hide it from me either; you know how that went with Kelechi."

I felt something in my chest lock at the mention of Kelechi's name.

And I knew just how much it hurt Chido to even have to say her name, just to elaborate his point for me. I wanted to ask more questions, what was going on on her end, but I figured it would be better to do that some other time that wasn't now.

"I understand and don't worry, you don't need to worry about me," I assured me.

"Bet," Chido shook his head with a light chuckle, "I trust your judgement, bro, just trying to be a brother looking out for another brother." He fist bumped my shoulder and I laughed under my breath.

Chiedozie rubbed his hands against each other right before he continued with the books on his table. I watched his lips slightly quivering as he was turning the little desk space in front of him into a mini library.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I am, but it's just so cold," He told me, adjusting the sash around his neck, "It's a lot warmer here than in the Ss2 Block sha. I just hope I'm not coming down with a cold again, I'm already sick of those antibiotics."

It wasn't even that cold...

"Speaking of Ss2s," He continued, "Stella Chioma approached me this morning. She's thinking of running for Head Girl apparently, but she's uncertain. Told her I could talk to Giwa Falade for her because you know it's going to be difficult for Giwa to sign her consent as the current head girl on just anyone's form, but Stella's still worried about competition and isn't sure she's going to go for it."

"Yeah, an Ss2 boy with a stitched lip came up to me this morning and was campaigning for his friend. He said her name was Katrina or so. Apparently, her Head Girl campaign posters were being torn off walls and shredded, possibly by another contender," I told him.

"Let me not find out that it's that Aminah that's doing that sha," Chido said matter-of-factly, "Ss2s need to understand that post is a serious deal, not an opportunity for a popularity battle."

If only. Unfortunately, it's always been a popularity battle. Even in our time. No one cared who was better at the job, it was a matter of who was loved by more people.

"I think Stella would make a great Head Girl though," I commented.

"Thought so too," Chido agreed, nodding with approval, "She's very clean. Dresses nice. Always obedient to rules and regulations. Respectful and polite. You know I put their set on cleaning duty for punishment last term and I authorized her to be in charge of the cleaning rooster; she's been doing a very good job at organizing her classmates. She'd do great with juniors, I'm certain."

"Definitely."

"As far as I'm concerned, Stella Chioma is the most sane girl that Ss2 class has to offer."

"Possibly."

"And she's very pretty too."

I paused. Whipped my head to Chido who didn't seem to realize what he just said.

"Pretty, huh," I teased him.

"From a professional perspective, okay?" Chido raises his hands, laughing with surrender. "Stella is like a junior sister to me. I have eyes just like everyone else and can tell she's above the moderate standard of beauty. While it shouldn't matter, it's an advantage. Junior students tend to be more compliant when the prefect is actually good-looking. It's the science of attraction."

"Oh please, look at you talking about attraction!" I huffed jokingly at the nonsense. We both burst into uncontrollably laughter, Chido playfully shoving me with his T-square as I bent my head against my desk, cackling.

As our laughter subsided, I straightened up, wiping tears from the corners of my eyes. Chiedozie grinned, shaking his head as he scribbled something into one of his jotters. In that moment of brief silence between us, my phone buzzed on the desk and instinctively, I knew who it was.

"Lemme guess, Peachy?" Chido looked up and side eyed me, but I couldn't tell if he's teasing me or judging me.

Either way, I didn't have the confidence to actually check if it was or not. At least, not yet. And of course, my friend is sharp enough to pick up the energy that's suddenly in the air between us.

"You can check your phone, Emeka. I'm not holding you, " He just calmly said.

"No, it's just-"

"Is it about the Dream Team meeting?" Chido asks me.

I frowned, confused. "How did you know about the Dream Team?"

"I heard some Class B girls in the hallway while I was coming," He kicked off with an explanation, "They said that you were now a new member of the Prom Dream Team Committee..."

The fact that my few seconds of conversation with Aaron, Casper and The Igbo Sisters had already blown up to the point that there are girls from Class B gathering to gossip about it shocked me. I should have seen it coming anyway. Aaron and Casper were literally one of the most influential kids in our set and the Igbo Sisters had a ridiculously powerful reputation too, I should have expected that sooner or later, my name would have been in their mouths. Especially since I was now a member of an exclusive group like that.

"I actually knocked it off as a baseless rumor though," Chico mentioned, right before he glanced at me for a half a second, eyes blank, and just reverted back to what he was doing on his jotter, "But, I see I may have been wrong apparently."

He was making me feel like I had betrayed him or something. Because why would I be feeling like I did such an awful thing over something so little?

"I was literally on my own and they came to me; it's not my fault," I had to explain, "Aaron and Casper said the Igbo Sisters recommended me, which doesn't make any sense to me. Now, they expect me to give a bright, mind blowing idea for the theme of our prom during the first meeting on Saturday."

He looks at me with a raised brow. "Well, you're not going, are you?"

Normally, I wouldn't want to. But if Ebube was there, then I could see myself compromising. Meanwhile, Chido just noted my silence, heaved out an exasperated sigh and just shrugged it off with a stoic response:

"If you want to go, then go."

"Don't be like that, man-"

"Be like what?" Chido nearly snapped at me, "You're not a dog that I would hold on a leash and navigate your movements. God forbid I step in and try to control you, then I'd end up looking like the villain and trust me, that's the last thing I want. You're my friend, not my child. So, by all means, do you. Kapish?"

"It's just a meeting," I insisted.

"Kelechi said the same thing before she ended up in a string of events that has now ended her up in the hospital," Chido responded.

And, that was an instant wake-up call for me.

"Isn't that what she was doing, running around on secret missions, hiding stuff from us and meeting up with The Igbo Sisters for God-knows-what, until she got herself hurt on the night of the Christmas party. And I thought after what happened to her, you'd be a little skeptical about roaming around with that same niche. Kelechi wouldn't have been in the condition she's in if she never affiliated herself with the Igbo Sisters.-"

"-Ebube had nothing to do with what happened to Kelechi. It's wrong to punish her for the sins of her friends-"

"-Nnaemeka, just be careful, please."

Chido cut in with a deep, heavy deadpan.

"Seriously, I won't be able to take it if anything happens to another one of my friendd," he says quietly, his voice dripping a heartbreaking sincerity, "Kelechi has to miss weeks of school now and God knows when she's going to heal. I just wish she listened to me and stopped hiding things from me. And I don't want you doing the same too. That's all."

"Kelechi will be fine. I have faith, Dozie," I told Chiedozie, "If she says God pulled her into helping Dabeluchi, then he can't leave her stranded. Deuteronomy 31 verse 6, remember?"

Chiedozie nodded slowly, seemingly getting calm by the only thing I knew could ease him down - Biblical scriptures.

"I don't just have a good feeling about any of those girls, Nnaemeka," He said to me, his voice much calmer compared to earlier, "Those so-called Igbo Sisters betrayed their own friend. Dabeluchi. They betrayed her, Emeka. Can you imagine how much of a scapegoat they'd make of an outsider like you?"

I signed, understanding his worries.

"I get you," I assured him, "but the only girl in that group I am interested in being friends with is Ebube Onuoha. Nobody else. And I can assure you that she is different. Ebube Onuoha is different. She didn't even know anything about what the rest of her friends did to Dabeluchi. She had no clue. She told me herself how shocked and betrayed she was when she found out."

Chiedozie doesn't look convinced.

"If you trust her that much, then it's alright," He simply said, "I just hope she's not lying to you."

She wouldn't. Ebube wouldn't do that.

"About lies... "

That was me to Chiedozie, as I suddenly remembered the skeleton we both had agreed to leave stored there in our cupboards.

"When are we going to tell Marcus Acha the truth?"

Chido's Adams Apple bobbed, I knew it was a hard pill for him to swallow.

"You saw how he was the first day we came to the hospital to see Kelechi, Emeka. We walked in on Marcus having a terrible panic attack," he said, trying to defend the notion that we should keep lying instead of answering my question.

"I understand, but-"

"- He threw a whole freaking chair at JJ during morning assembly, bro," Chido expatiated, his defence picking up even more volume now, "Marcus is not in the right mind to hear something like that right now, the guy is already a walking corpse. Marcus Acha has not been in a sane state of mind after that night where he ripped his own best friend in half with his bare hands. His friends have deserted him. Everyone in school hates him. The guy's broken enough. And we're the only people he trusts right now."

"Then, would lying to him be the wise thing for us to do, knowing how highly he's placed us now in this kind of vulnerable moment for him?" I had to ask.

"We're not lying," Chido insisted, "We will tell him, but only when we're sure he's ready enough to handle it. The truth is never easy, but if it's going to break a person's soul, then we can be careful with it for just a little while longer."

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. He was right. Marcus wasn't ready for that kind of bombshell just yet.

It just gutted me how much he would be so devastated to know that while he had been killing himself, trying to find out if the girl that was rumored on New Years to be found half dead on the shore after jumping off the Crown Bridge was Dabeluchi or not, all along I knew what was going on. ..

That day we went to see Kelechi, she told is everything. How she met Dabeluchi that night. How she tried to stop her. Kelechi already told us what happened. That on the night of the Christmas party, Dabeluchi Orji had jumped off the bridge.

I knew. Chido knew. And we told his mother. He would find out one day, some how, from some where that wasn't us. And we would comfort him and be there for him, hoping he can take the tragedy.

But as far as we all were concerned, neither of us was going to tell Marcus Acha that the only people he trusted right now in the whole world were keeping such a terrible secret away from him.

#swallows granulated guava seed mixed with sniper pudding garlic-garri mix.
So many secrets!!😭

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I tried to make it short because I'm on a mission to shorten my chapters, unless you people tell me not to. Nonetheless, share ALL your thoughts! Let's discuss!

I have something to say though. I really love that I have to write in Nana's POV because it's like I'm showing the same characters but in a different perspective, his perspective, and we can see that Chido is not always up tight, and although protective, he's also just lowkey a nerd too. Love that kid. 😂😂 Talmabout sweaters and sashes and head warmers.

And what are your thoughts on Nana and Ebube, as well as Chido's fears? What do you think about Ebube telling Nana she had nothing to do with what the Igbo Sisters did to Dabi... Bullshit or not?😂Omoh, I wan crase like this. 🤣

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