Dedicated to the one who inspired me to learn how to make aesthetics Stardust_Wendy

~Chloe~

It was the 31st of December 2017, the last day of not just the month but the whole year 2017. I was currently preparing to go to Harvesters Church in Lekki with my ever so loving family. Yea, note the sarcasm. They have been home for the past 16 hours now, and those were the worst 16 hours of my life.

Mom and dad wouldn't stop arguing for their lives. Zoe, well, she was really bitchy. She never ceased to blame me for all our family's problems, including the ones she deliberately caused just to pin it on me.

"You know if I came to this world without a twin, maybe just maybe Mom and Dad's life would have been better..."

I didn't let my ears listen to whatever she had to say that was surely going to upset me and piss me off. I connected my headset to my Iphone through the Bluetooth, seconds later, I was listening to "Damn" by Omah Lay. This automatically made Zoe furious. I just smiled, shrugged, and walked away, leaving her in the parlor. I went to my room, and decided to walk into the closet to pick out what to wear.

I wanted to go for a jumpsuit, but then I figured dungarees would be much better. After all, it was my favorite clothing item, possibly the only clothing item that populated my walk-in closet. I wore neon-colored long sleeves first before putting on my Navy blue dungarees. After oiling and combing my naturally long and wavy afro, making sure it was well hydrated, I decided to pack it up to a messy bun on my head- forgive my terrible styling skills.

"Chloe, get down here, or we are going to be late for cross over service." Mom yelled from the kitchen.

It was 7 pm already, and we were all ready to go to church. I grabbed my lip gloss, my headset, charger, and my phone. I put it all in a knapsack before heading out of my room to meet up with mom who was getting ready to be on her way out. I got downstairs and met mom packing cookies and small chops just In case we got hungry. I helped her out and grabbed two bottles in the process- you know, in case Zoe bullied one out of me, I won't be left dying of thirst.

We got to church a little later than anticipated, and of course, there were no seats. We all ended up having to sit separately at the 3rd galley because there were not enough chairs for us to sit together. I sat comfortably beside some guy, and I didn't bother to look at who it was. I was just glad I wasn't sitting together with my family. They have been a real pain in this pretty ass of mine.

Pastor Bolaji-Idowu, one of the anointed men of God who led this church to where it is now, was preaching. He was using the revised standard version of the Bible to preach. I have known this because there was a project that displayed him while he preached including the type of bible and bible verse he was using.

"The scripture says in Mark 4:35-41...That day when evening came, he said to his disciples, let us go over to the other side. Leaving the crowd behind, they took him along, just as he was, in the boat. There were also other boats with him."

He kept preaching using the holy scriptures to back up his words. I was so focused on his words paying close attention that I didn't notice my phone vibrating in my knapsack. By the time they took a short praise break, I had decided to check my phone to see 12 missed calls from Zoe. I groaned in annoyance, wondering when this girl would let me have peace of mind.

"What could she possibly want this time?" I mumbled to myself, unknown that my voice was loud enough for my sit partner to hear.

"Sisters could be a real thorn in the flesh if one is not careful."

"Whoa Jayson! Whaa... what are you doing here?" I almost shouted. I was beyond surprised to see him sitting right next to me. Hold up, now that I think about it, he was sitting there the whole time? No way, that must be the reason why Zoe was blowing my phone up.

Jayson responded with a bored expression saying... "Ain't really know, my parent forced me here."

"Oh, typical."

"What did you say?"

"Oh, I said it's terrific that you're here, I guess." I responded curtly, praying he didn't hear what I said the first time. He just shrugged and looked away from me, saying...

"Whatever. Your sister is calling you, by the way."

True to his words, my iPhone began ringing and vibrating in my hand again. I sighed and picked up the call, but I barely heard her because the praise was still going on at the moment. When she noticed that the phone conversation wasn't going to work, she stood up from her seat, purse in hand and marched down to where I was sitting.

"Hey Chloe, thanks for keeping my seat, now get up."

Wahala is like bicycles: how, when, where, hmmm... Better standup from there before she disgrace you.

Knowing Zoe and what she was capable of doing, which, if you are wondering, is- causing a scene by yelling and throwing tantrums or worse embarrassing me in front of the whole congregation that was on this floor.

And by the looks of things and the anger that was silently steaming from her eyes and ears, it means she was willing to do both if it would guarantee her to sit with Jayson. I just rolled my eyes at her, took my knapsack, and got up.

I was roughly dragged back down by the hands of no other than Jayson. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I was flabbergasted. Zoe, on the other hand, was flaming in anger. If looks could kill, I would probably be 6feet under by now.

Immediately both Zoe and I gave Jayson a questioning look. He just shrugged and looked away, keeping his hands firmly around my wrist. Zoe still stood there instead like a statue glaring a hole into our heads with her eyes.

"Can you leave,unless you want to replace the projector you're obstructing?" Jayson said in a hussy bass alluring voice, and I had to fight the urge not to laugh. Zoe glared at me, daring me so much as a chuckle, and I knew better than to fall into her trap.

I made sure my face was as straight as a line, not even making any movement. After she had satisfied herself with her glaring section, she finally left for her original seat, which was three rolls away from me. I released the air I didn't know I was holding, thankful that the situation didn't get out of hand.

"You shouldn't let her boss you around like that." I heard Jayson say to me loud and clear as the praise session was over, and another one of our pastors was on the podium preaching. Just to be sure I heard him correctly and he talked to me when he made that statement, I turned my head to look at him as asked.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Zoe" He paused. "You shouldn't let her ride you or boss you around like that. The sooner you make her stop, the better for your mental health."

"You wouldn't understand..."

"Oh, I know plenty about understanding... I was once in your shoes."

Now that caught me off guard, and it got me wondering who in their right mind would bully Talatu Jayson Mustapha?

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A/N

Ohhhh did you see that, c'mon like did you all see that. Jayson seem to be showing a little empathy for Chloe.

Poor girl is going though a whole lot and Jayson does even know the half of it, or does it now?, he did mention a little something about being in the same shoes as Chloe.

Hmmm looks to me like there is more to Jayson than meets the eye or what do you guys think??

Flood me with your Comments people I want to know your thoughts on this chapter.