Dedicated to the one I call Masoyina

~Chloe~

Just like every other week, it was Friday again and I was looking forward to the weekend. My elder brother was coming home and I was delighted beyond compare. My elder brother has been my sidekick ever since I was born, always having my back relentlessly especially when Mom, Dad and Zoe were giving me a hard time.

We were currently in class having tutorials, our NECO exams was around the corner so we

were preparing for it, as well as our mock tests, and there was no breathing space any more. That was also one of the reasons I was looking forward to the weekend. Time to chill and relax with my favourite homies Molly and Antonio, and I thought about hosting a slumber party for the weekend.

Maybe. Maybe not. I wouldn't want to jeopardize the time I get to spend with my brother. "Chloe what's the composition of Hydrogen? Chloe? Chloe!!"

"Huh, um... yeah, components? Of hydra?"

"See you weren't listening. Pay attention Chloe we don't have much time"We were currently having chemistry tutorials and our chemistry teacher was doing a wonderful job of going over everything we had done right from SS1. It was half past three already and even after successfully having lunch without Zoe hijacking it from me, I was still hungry, very hungry in fact and my stomach didn't fail to complain by growling loudly.

Jodee, my newest friend and sit partner chuckled at the sound my stomach made. Feeling slightly embarrassed, I hid my face in my palm feeling shy that she heard my stomach grumble while she thought it best to share her snacks with me. She nudged my side gently before pulling my hands away from my face. She smiled at me before revealing to me her secret stash of Maryland Cookie's. I grinned wildly taking two portions out of it.

"So, in other words we know when Carbon-4-oxide—"

I didn't bother listening any more, I was too hungry and fagged out to pay attention. Besides, the new order of the day was to fill my stomach with this Maryland Cookies before the end of tutorial. I munched on it happily, sulking myself in its chocolate goodness, I was so lost in my

own chocolate world that I had completely forgotten I was still in class. The sound of my name

being called by the teacher startled me back to reality.

"Chloe, for goodness sake what is wrong with you!?! My goodness, even Samuel... Can

someone wake Samuel Dawson up for me...?"

I had to stiff my laughter, here I was thinking I was the only one that had lost interest in

the class. Apparently, Samuel who didn't have chemistry as his strongest point was fast asleep two

seats behind me. It took the whole class chorusing Samuel's name before he finally jolted awake

with droll on his face.

At this point, no one could hold it again as we all started laughing at him. This eventually woke up the rest of the technical student that were fast asleep as well. After we had all sobered up, our chemistry teacher whose name for some reasons I can't remember, finally said with annoyance dripping off his voice.

"I can't believe I am taking my precious time to teach you guys, even decided to do a combined class, Science and Technical together, and yet this is how you thank me; by sleeping in my class? Do you think I also don't want to grab a chair and table to sleep? You know what...? Since you guys don't appreciate my effort then go and read on your own."

With that he walked out of the class leaving us in utmost shock. We were supposed to beg

him, to apologize, but we were too shocked by his outburst to do that. Instead we all stood up from

our seats simultaneously, stretched a little bit and attempted to leave the class at the same time. I

just sat back down taking my time to munch on the last pack of Maryland cookies. "Thanks for the cookies, Jodee; it came in the nick of time!"

She glared at me playfully saying. "See your mouth like 'thank you', after you finished the cookies." I feigned a shocked expression at her statement before defending myself. "Well, in my defense, our chemistry teacher would have scolded me if he heard my voice." "Hmm, naso, but he didn't scold you when you were about to collect the cookies abi?"

"Uh...." I took a long, playful pause.

"... at this point. I know not what you speak of," I said keeping a straight face, she just laughed at me and I hid my face. "Can we go home now? It's getting late Babajide...," Samuel said in his still very sleep induced state, I had completely forgotten he was still seated behind us. "Ehn, be going home nau, am I holding you?" I rolled my eyes at him and he returned the gesture, stood up and left.

By that time, the class was already empty and the school hallway was filled with S.S.3

students. Some were waiting for their drivers to come pick them while others were sticking to their

friends for free rides. Zoe, as usual, was nowhere to be found and I was the least bit worried. Right

now, I was more concerned with getting juicy details from Jodee about her date with Michael Jordan.

"Sooo how did it go?"

"What are you talk—why are you looking at me like that? Stop wiggling your eyebrow at me

its so not lady-like."

"Ugh don't play dumb with me girl, I am talking about your date with Michael Jordan." I

said and she started to blush at the mention of his name. That single act gave her away as I began

ticking her for the details. It was a huge surprise that despite her hysterical laughter and my heavy

ticking, she still didn't bulge or surrender to giving me the full gist on her date with "MJ"

After I gave up on the quest to pry the details of Jodee and MJ's date out of her, I decided to pack my

books into my bag getting ready to leave the class and head home. It was in that Moment I

heard the song "Scars to Your Beautiful" playing so faintly that if I didn't pay attention, I would

have missed it. "Chloe for God's sake will you get out of class, school is over already and you are

missing the after-school drama!" Molly said walking into my class and dragging me out instantly,

good thing Jodee and I were already on our way out.

She dragged me and I instinctively dragged

Jodee along as we weaved through the crowd of people that were still crowding the hallway doing

God-knows-what. We came to an abrupt halt and Molly nudge me to look up. Following her line of

sight, I saw before my very eyes our time keeper Timothy Anderson our England-Nigeria classmate

going on one knee to propose to a J.S.S 3 student.

What is she even doing in school by past 4pm?

They have tutorials like us nah!

I was quick to respond to my very inquisitive subconscious. The song "Scars to Your Beautiful" by Alessia Clara was on full blast now since we were

close to the source. "It's never too early nor is it ever too late, run away with me Akintola Olaleye,

please and we can build the happily ever after you've always dreamed of, I promise you—"

"Ahh! Lórí iró... Akintola don't listen to him o! Valentine has passed—men are scum now!!" Molly, MJ and Antonio all shouted at the same time ruining Timothy Anderson's parole. I was too shocked at their outburst to say anything. I just gave Timothy an apologetic stare. He was on the third floor of the Juniors' block while we were on the third floor of the Seniors' block which was directly opposite the Juniors' block.

I could tell he was pained because his eyes were red and I was beginning to feel sorry for him, the girl he was trying to propose to had already excused herself. How could she stay when Molly and co already embarrassed her like that, literally in front of the whole school. I never knew much about him; all I knew was that he was from England hence his name Timothy Anderson. I was busy trying to convince my friend to apologize to them that I didn't notice a figure pass behind me.

I felt something in my hand and squeezing it tight I realized it was a paper. My curiosity was instantly piqued as I turned around to look for who kept the paper in my hand. I quickly opened it and MJ who was with me read out loud the content of this letter.

Dear Chloe Babajide,

Look, I know I acted out of context the last time we spoke and it didn't end very well. I wanted you to know that I am sorry, and though I may not be able to promise that it won't happen again, I can promise you won't be getting any more letters from me. I know you've got a series of letters from someone who claims to be me. I want you to know and believe me that I never sent those letters. If you don't believe me, then compare the handwriting of this, to the ones on the previous letters you have. If you still don't believe me, then I just don't know how else to convince you.

Yours sincerely,

Jayson.

"𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓒𝓱𝓵𝓸𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝓪𝓳𝓲𝓭𝓮

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓲 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲 𝓪𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝓮. 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝓮. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼. 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽. 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓲 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓵𝔂
𝓙𝓪𝔂𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓣. 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪"

"Whoa"

"Wait if he wasn't the one sending those letters then... who is?"

Antonio voiced out Molly's thoughts. We all looked at each other's faces as if the name of the person was magically going to appear on our faces. After a while of thoughtful silence, MJ spoke up. "Oh well, at least we know the culprit isn't Jayson, we can figure out the true culprit behind your anonymous letters later. C'mon it's Friday night we should totally turn up!!"

"Yeah!!" Molly and Antonio shouted excitedly; the school was scanty now because it was

5pm already. Most of all the students left were those doing extra lessons with the teachers. Michael

Jordan led the way as we all descended the stairs. On second thought, he paused and shouted to let Jodee his girlfriend know his whereabout.

"Jodee!! Ninaenda kwenye soda ya klabu na chloe na marafiki zake unataka kuja (I'm going

to Club Soda with Chloe and her friends, you wanna come)??"

OMG, did Michael just speak Swahili?? Well, looks like him dating a South African is finally

paying off.

"Coming Michael, I'll be down in a minute, I'm in the ladies."

Once that was done, we all continued our journey down the stairs heading for Club Soda, a

brand-new club that was supposedly just for teenagers.

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A/N

Well look at that, another awesome chapter by your awesome author ✍🏾 hehehe 🤭 😂  any way you know the drill guys ,

What do you think of this chapter? Funny ? Exciting ? Perfect?  Down right horribly? Hit me up in the comment section guys I wanna know your thoughts on it .

In the main Time the all mighty Jayson just apologized in a letter something he has never done before is it just me or am I the only one who finds it strange

And now that we know  jayson is innocent who really has  been sending those letters to Chloe??

And hold up, M.J - Swahili ... that's some serious relationships goals or what do you  guys think 🤔 🤔 🤔

Flood the comment section with your response pls I'll be expecting them oh and don't forget to vote tooo🥺🥺🥺🥺