I'm very sure everyone knows who Tiana is now. If you still don't know, that's your cup not Khafi 😌. Don't forget, this is my little rant about Addictions, so this chapter will be a bit longer than usual.

Please, try to read everything because you can learn from it. You might not need it but someone around you might. No knowledge is wasted (abi how do they say that thing?). Building Bridges nostalgia will wash over you as soon as Tiana starts to speak 🥺🥺❤️❤️

We are diving straight into the symposium and into a "revelation" that will knock you off your feet. From here on now, some shit will go down.

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"𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅. 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓
_𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏

𝔼𝕃𝕐𝕆ℕ

There was a standing ovation for her, everyone was on their feet, applause echoing thunderously through the hall as we all watched Mrs Tiana Adebiyi-Williams make her way through the part way in between the seats. My mouth hung open in awe as I watched her walk majestically, her head held up high and a radiant smile gracing her beautifully glossed lips.

She's so beautiful.

"Walahi, this woman is hot!" Khalil whispered, leaning close to me so that I was the only one hearing him. I jerked my head to look at him, my eyes widening at his use of words.

"Khalil!" I chided quietly, my hand still clapping. "She's old enough to be your mum. You shouldn't use the word hot. It's kinda weird." I told him and he scoffed in return, rolling his eyes at me. I looked back to the stage, watching how Mrs Tiana made her way to the podium, shaking hands with Princii and speaking to him in hushed tones.

"Abeggi. She is married with four children and I am sure her eldest is a young adult. Yet, she's still looking like a buffet! Mrs Tiana is hot. I'm not apologizing for saying that." He maintained adamantly, giving me a look that said I should deny his claim.

I looked back at Mrs Tiana, looking at her very well this time. She was beautiful, rocking a blood red off-shoulder knee length A-line gown that did nothing to hide her shape. Her skin was so clear, I wanted to walk over to her and ask for her skin care routine. I just hope the Nigerian sun doesn't spoil her beautiful skin before she returns back to Canada. Let's not even go to her natural hair styled in a perfect low bun.

Blood of Zachariah. She is perfect!

"Okay, you are right. She is hot." I said to Khalil, caving. He smirked, nudging me with his elbow which made me smile. We looked back to the stage just in time to see Princii leave the podium and Mrs Tiana turning around to look at us, that radiant smile still plastered on her lips.

"Oh my God," She spoke

And boy! Her accent!

The American accent couldn't be missed from her tone. Trust me, it wasn't the fake kind.

"I'm so happy to be here. Please have your seat." She quickly said when she realized we were still standing, using her well manicured hands to gesture for us to sit down. I didn't miss the way her wedding ring glistened from the reflection of the sun into the hall. She placed her bag on her designated table and turned to face us again, still smiling.

"Gosh, her smile is so contagious." I heard someone say from few seats away to my left. I was so glad I wasn't the only one that thought so. I decided to shut every other voice out and focus on just one. Mrs Tiana's.

"This place is looking more advanced and established since I was last here, and that was over twenty years ago." She pouted after saying that, earning chuckles from everyone, warming right up to her. "A round of applause for the school management, the principal and teachers for making all these possible." She said and we clapped again.

"I'd like to start as soon as possible. I don't want to waste anymore of your time but before I do that," She paused for effect, looking around the hall, "I already spoke about this to the principal and I'd really appreciate it if all the teachers excuse us. I'd like to talk to the children alone."

The screams of excitement and thunderous claps that rang out from my mates was deafening but I didn't fault them at all because I understood their excitement. I mean, no one was comfortable with judgemental teachers around, especially with a topic like Addiction and I really appreciated Mrs Tiana for being able to figure it out.

She was after all, a mum.

Soon, all the teachers were out, leaving us with Mrs Tiana.

"I did that because I understand that you might not be comfortable asking me personal questions with them around. So, I want you guys to be relaxed with me. No tension or pressure whatsoever. Be comfortable and honest with me because I am going to be absolutely honest with you. Alright?"

"I Love you ma!" Tejiri suddenly shouted from behind me, warranting a roar of laughter from the rest of the students. Even Mrs Tiana was laughing. This rowdiness won't have happened if the teachers or the Principal was in the hall. This is why we didn't want them here. The free spirit and the relaxation. For this kind of talk, we don't need a air of tension and toxicity.

"And I love you too, boy." Mrs Tiana replied and we all laughed, clapping our hands together.

"Tejiri is high on something. He definitely needs this symposium." Khalil whispered to me and I laughed, throwing my head back.

"Like we all didn't know before. That boy isn't normal." I chipped and Khalil chuckled in return.

"Jokes aside," She continued, causing all of us to go quiet in a nano second. "Addiction is a very delicate and sensitive topic that needs to be handled with so much care. Because, if it isn't handled with care, it can cause a lot of damage to the recipients of the discussion."

At that moment, every where became dead silent as Mrs Tiana had been able to capture all of attention. She had this air of authority that we all couldn't dismissed and she didn't even have to shout to get our attention hooked on her. The hall was echoing in deafening silence, if there was anything like that.

"I was around when three of your mates came here to talk briefly about what they understood to be addiction and also the type of addictions they were familiar with. They did an  amazing job, please let's clap for them." She said, and our loud applause echoed through the hall. Soon, it all died down and the hall was back to being silent again.

"Chike, if I am correct, already defined what addiction is perfectly, so I won't go into the definition but only teach you the very important things you need to know about Addiction."

"Yes, the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear the word addiction is drugs and sometimes, pornography, am I right?" She asked, throwing the question open to all of us. Mumbles of yes and nodding of head gave her the answer she needed. She nodded, clearing her throat to continue.

"Well, I'd like you to know that addiction is mainly divided into two," She held her two fingers up for emphasis. "One is Chemical addiction, which is the one we are all familiar with. Chemical addiction involves the use of substances, that is, the use of drugs."

"There are other addictions that are not centred on drugs?" I asked Khalil quietly and subtly. He looked at me and nodded. "I really had no idea." I added and he chuckled, a low humourless chuckle.

"You'd be surprised at the kinds of addiction there is. Trust me, it's not all about drugs." He replied and I looked at him quizzically, hearing an undertone I couldn't place in his voice. I was about to ask him what he meant when Mrs Tiana continued her lecture, interrupting me.

"I really appreciate how Chike explained everything on drug addiction because he has made my work really easy but I'd like to mention one thing." She paused again for effect, looking around the hall to see if she still had all our attention. Confirming that she did, she continued.

"There is a brain chemical called Dopamine. This chemical is a messenger between the body and the brain. It is the chemical that makes you feel good. It is the chemical that, in this case, makes you feel like you are pleasing your body when in actual sense, you are destroying it."

"When a person with drug addiction uses a drug, they receive an intense rush of dopamine, causing feelings of pleasure and reward. Like I said, it makes you feel good. Over time, the body of that person may produce less dopamine and will have to rely on the drug in order to feel the dopamine rush, which is very unnatural and can alter the normal configuration of the body system. I really hope you are following me."

"Yes ma." We all chorused, clearly enjoying the lecture she was giving.

"Ride on ma!" Someone screamed from the far left, causing us to break in low chuckles.

"I said there are how many types of addiction?" She asked after the rowdiness died down. She wanted to be sure we were following. What she didn't know was that her voice had entranced all of us from the very beginning.

"Two." We chorused and she nodded, a smile of pride on her lips.

"Good. It means you are following." She winked at us, causing us to smile. After a moment, she was back to her serious face. "The first one as we already talked about is chemical addiction, which involves the use of drugs and in some cases, alcohol. The second type of addiction is called the Behavioral Addiction. Now, this Addiction is very broad yet, very underrated. It is the most delicate addiction there is, at least to me."

"When I say Behavioral Addiction is broad, I mean, there isn't just have one subtype of behavioral addiction. There are several, like addiction to the internet, gambling, pornography, addiction to masturbation, attention..."

"Ma," someone interrupted her, raising a hand and we all turned towards that direction. A girl stood up, a girl I recognized from the commercial class. I think her name is Ibinabo... Iniedo... I don't know but I knew her name started with the letter "I". Mrs Tiana urged her to continue.

"You mentioned attention as a subtype of behavioral addiction. How is that possible?" The girl asked, confusion laced in her voice. The hall broke into murmurs, digesting the question and obviously also as confused as the girl. I wasn't exempted as well.

"Believe it or not, people can be addicted to attention." Mrs Tiana spoke and the murmurs died down as all attention turned back to her.

I really wanted to hear this, wanted to learn something new. But, in as much as I didn't want to be distracted, I began to feel my seat vibrate. Like a cell phone was ringing.

I fished into my blazer pocket and brought out my phone. Then, I realized it wasn't my phone that was ringing. It was Khalil's. I looked at Khalil to see that he was focused on Mrs Tiana, oblivious to the fact that his phone was ringing.

"Dude." I nudged him with my elbow, gaining his attention. "Your phone is ringing." I told him. His mouth formed an o shape in realization before he fished his phone from his pocket, taking a look at the screen. I didn't miss the way his eyes softened when he looked at the screen.

"Who is calling you in the middle of school hours?" I asked him, watching the way he kept looking at his phone like someone would magically jump out of it.

"No one." He quickly said, shoving the phone back into his pocket and flashing me a grin. A very suspicious grin at that.

"It's those MTN people that keep prank calling me. Don't worry yourself about it, let's listen." He waved his hand dismissively, looking back to the podium where Mrs Tiana stood. I eyed him suspiciously before looking back to the podium, quick enough to catch what she was saying.

"...What people fail to understand is that, some things are so normal that it's very hard to believe that people can get addicted to them. I'll explain now how someone can be addicted to attention. It's rare and unintentional but it is very possible."

"The addiction for attention is actually a disorder know as Histrionic personality disorder AKA HPD. People with HPD have a very high desire for attention, making loud inappropriate appearances and crave stimulation. Also, they can be very sexually active." She paused, allowing her words to sink in.

I felt Khalil tense beside me and I looked at him. His expression was stoic. Before, he was utterly fascinated by the things coming out of Mrs Tiana's mouth, but now, it just seemed like her words were toxic to him. My mind began to work in overdrive, thinking about what might be going on in his head.

Is he addicted to attention? Does he have HPD? I asked myself. It really didn't make sense because he didn't seem to crave attention. If anything, he loathed it. Khalil attracted attention to himself without knowing.

What then is going on with him?

Mrs Tiana went ahead to explain the associated features to HPD. She mentioned; egocentrism, self indulgence, continuous longing for appreciation and manipulativeness. The only thing that pointed to Khalil was the egocentrism but the rest didn't scream Khalil at all. So, this wasn't about him.

It was about someone else.

But Who?

"... So yes, addiction to attention is a thing. I'm very glad you all that knowledge now." She said and we all muttered yes, clapping our hands in appreciation for the new knowledge.

"Moving on and without wasting any more time, I'll talk about the most underrated of this subtypes and that is addiction to sex." That definitely got a reaction from my peers because they made cat calls in excitement, making inept comments just at the mention of the word "sex"

Just as I wanted to chip in a comment of my own to Khalil, his phone buzzed again and I watched the way his expression changed. It went straight from stoic to bittersweet. I saw the way his lips twitched in a small smile. In a second, he was on his feet, thankfully not attracting any attention.

"Where the hell are you going in the middle of a very interesting symposium?" I whispered harshly at him.

"The rest room." Was his answer, which I didn't buy one bit.

"You really expect me to believe that lie?" I asked incredulously and he smirked at me in return.

"Not really. Don't keep my seat." He winked at me and immediately, he was off. I was still in shock, wondering what the hell he was up to until Mrs Tiana's voice jerked me back.

"Addiction to pornography and masturbation have their parts to play in someone getting addicted to sex. Actually, it sometimes starts from porn, which leads to masturbation and then to the real deal, sex. Other times, it might not even be the addict's fault. Some addicts can be ignorant and some can be rape victims that no longer have control over their cravings."

As expected, thay last statement sparked a lot of comments from the students. I wasn't the only one that was confused at that statement.

Is that a thing? Rape victims getting addicted to sex? Are they not supposed to hate sex, or something like that?

"How is that possible ma?" Another person asked, airing my thoughts. "How do rape victims get addicted to sex?"

"It is very rare but it is very possible. You'd expect that most rape victims will hate their abuser or sex, or even in some cases, the entire gender of their abuser. But that isn't always the case. Our bodies are wired differently and in very rare cases, you'll see the victims falling in love with their abusers, or not being able to stop themselves from having sex with every the opposite sex. Yes, it's that terrible and yes, these victims hate themselves for it." Mrs Tiana deadpan.

Gasps, murmurs and chattering broke out in the hall, the revelation of that knowledge feeling like an heavy weight on every body. I, on the other hand, couldn't wrap my head around the possibility of rape victims being addicted to sex even after being violated. It seemed incredibly wrong, but I couldn't help but feel pity for anyone subjected to that kind of addiction. In between my mind trip, I was able to pick a few words my mates were muttering among themselves.

... How is that even possible ...

... Rape victims falling in love with their abusers? Talk about ewww ...

... Wetin Musa no go hear for gate ...

... This is so disturbing, yet so educating. That's a weird combo ...

"Apart from addiction to drugs, pornography and masturbation, addiction to sex is another one that causes Dopamine to work in over drive. Sex can be a highly rewarding behavior, in terms of dopamine. They feel the only way they can get all that burst of dopamine and feel good is if they keep having sex-

This leads to the sex addicts being with several partners, even strangers which isn't even healthy because of the kind of diseases that can be transmitted from one partner to another. Trust me, most sex addicts want to stop but they can't, that's why it's called an addiction. It's very hard to stop."

Wow...

"Excuse me, ma." Esosa rose her hand, standing up and everyone turned to her. "I really hope you don't mind me asking, but how do you know all these?" She asked. I was shocked at her question, not expecting that kind of question from anyone. I almost found the question to be disrespect it as disrespectful.

But Mrs Tiana didn't. Instead, she smiled.

"I am not offended. In fact, I am very happy someone asked that question. I did promise to be honest with everyone, so I'll be honest with you. I used to be a chronic addict when I was just your age." She answered, dropping the bombshell on all of us.

Murmurs and whispers broke out, everyone discussing how a beautiful and successful woman like Mrs Tiana Adebiyi-Williams used to be an addict. It shocked me to my wits too but then, it really wasn't written on a person's forehead, was it. We all don't know what people are going through underneath the mask of perfection, do we.

"Name all the kind of addictions, I was high on it." She continued, still shocking us to our bones. Everywhere was grave yard silent, the eyes of everyone still widened in shock.

"It will interest you to know that I used to date a guy that injected me with all kinds of drugs, for fun or punishment." She dropped another one.

"Blood of Jesus!" Someone to my right screamed.

"Holy Ghost fire!" Another person screamed, but this time in a comical way just to make everyone laugh, including Mrs Tiana.

"I'm serious though." She said, trying to clear all doubts. "I had basically all kinds of drugs running through my veins. Is it nicotine, cocaine, crack, marijuana, heroine, even cannabis." She was just hitting us left and right. What shocked me the most was that she was saying these things without baiting an eyelid. She wasn't looking affected and I honestly wanted to believe that she had healed.

"Talk about being an addict to attention," She continued, swinging her hands animatedly in gestures. "I was high on HPD. I think I was tagged an attention seeking, excuse my french, bitch back at my first high school in Abuja." She said, earning gasps from all of us. I don't even want to imagine what she must have gone through.

Funny how, she vaguely reminded me of someone.

"And yes, I was addicted to sex too." Another stunner was dropped on us again and that was when I figured out how she was able to talk to us about everything because she understood every kind of addiction firsthand.

Was she also raped? Is she a rape victim?

"No, I wasn't raped. My addiction came out of pure ignorance." She clarified, like she had heard my thoughts. "At the early age of twelve, my elder sister, of blessed memory, made it seem like it was okay for me to do this things. My parents were barely around and she was my only family, so I saw all she did as it being for my good." She ended with a shrug, a lazy smile playing on her lips

"Ma, how were you able to stop these addictions because they were a lot!" Vanessa stated matter-of-factly. Everyone mumbled in agreement, even me because being able to stop one addiction was no cake walk. But multiple addictions?

That must have taken the mercy of God.

"It wasn't easy." She answered after heaving a deep sigh. "But I need to say that, you being in this school, having this privilege to listen to this talk isn't a coincidence, it's a blessing. It was a blessing for me." She paused, watching all our reactions as she continued to speak.

"It was when I got here that I found friends that were willing to help me, that didn't judge me on the things I had done. Please, don't judge others because they aren't perfect. We all are not perfect. It will interest you to know that, it was also in this school I met my husband."

A shout of excitement rang through the hall. I found my lips stretching in a wide smile, watching as Mrs Tiana shamelessly blushed as everyone made cat calls, cooing noises and passed God when comments. She was another person that was making me believe that high school love was actually a real thing.

It is a real thing, dum dum. You are in love with someone, aren't you.

My lips twitched in a small smile as the picture of Jamal flashed through my mind. Unconsciously, I looked towards the direction of where he was sitting and I was surprised to see that he was already looking, no staring at me. My breath caught in my throat and I quickly looked away, my heart beating rapidly against my chest.

Oh my God...

I tried to call my racing heart, trying to pick up what Mrs Tiana was still saying which was pretty hard because of  the conscious feeling of Jamal still watching me.

"It was difficult getting over all those addictions. I had terrible withdrawal symptoms and relapses. I battled with PTSD, that is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder for a very long time. I spent most of my first year in the uni in the hospital with my therapist. It was bad-

But then, it was worth it because I finally got over it. I was able to heal. And if I can get over it and heal, then you can to. If you don't feel comfortable talking to your friends or family about what you are going through because you feel they won't understand, you can talk to me because now you know I'd understand, because I've been there and I can help you-

So please, don't be quiet if you are going through anything. Speak up, get help. If you want to reach out to me personally, I'll give a bulk of my business card to your head boy. He'll distribute it to everyone. You can send me an email and trust me, I'll answer you immediately." As if on cue, the Principal walked into the hall.

"I guess my time is up." Mrs Tiana announced and everyone grumbled in disapproval. I didn't want her leave, it was like I should bundle her bag and take her to my house.

You are a weirdo, Elyon. My subconscious mocked.

"I'm so sorry, I have I leave you guys now. Your parents are waiting for you. I really enjoyed my time with you guys. I was so happy to share my story with everyone and I really hope you have gotten all the knowledge needed to help you avoid getting addicted, for those that are not addicted and for those that are battling with addictions, I hope to hear from you soon. I hope to see all of you at the top. Thank you so much."

As she picked up her things and made her way down the podium, we all stood up, giving her a round of applause and cheering for her.

"Thank you very much ma!" Someone shouted at the extreme corner of the hall.

"We love you ma!" Another person yelled.

Moments later, Somadina and a few other of the prefects started to distribute Mrs Tiana's business card. It didn't go round but I was able to get for myself. Then I remembered that Khalil didn't get because he decided to leave in between the talk. I resolved to take a picture and send it to him later on.

He might need it or at least, know someone who does.

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"I'm so sorry for keeping you guys waiting." I apologized as I made my way to my mum's car where she and Venus stood waiting for me. I had come to the car parkstraight from the hall. My belongings were still in class. I just needed to take permission to delay her just for a bit.

"Do you know how hot it is?" Venus whined, hand-fanning herself dramatically. I rolled my eyes at her because it wasn't even that hot, especially since I wasn't sweating even with the fact that I had my blazer on.

"You don't have to be so dramatic, it's not that hot." I fired back at my sister, who in turn rolled her eyes back at me. I removed my blazer and dumped it on her head

"Tiwatope," Mum called, gaining my attention back on her. "Do you know you have wasted thirty minutes of my time? Please go and get your bag, let's..." She trailed off, suddenly peering over my shoulder.

"Who is that?" She nodded towards a direction and I followed her gaze. It landed on Aunt Zaria and Mrs Tiana talking, no chatting excitedly with Jamal watching them from where he stood beside the car. I quickly took my eyes away, facing my mum.

"That's Aunt Zaria with our Guest speaker, Mrs Tiana..."

"Tiana Adebiyi-Williams? Is that her?" Mum asked, her tired voice suddenly switching to that of excitement in a nanosecond. I frowned, exchanging a look of confusion with Venus who shrugged and went back to typing away on her phone.

"You know her?" I asked mum.

"Of course I do! We attended here together. I haven't seen her in ages. Oya, come." She suddenly grabbed my hand and dragged me along to the last place I wanted to be.

Anywhere close to Jamal.

If I am so close to him, It's just a matter of time before all these hard girl resolve will melt.

"Tiana!" Mum's scream pierced my eardrums like a grass.

"Oh my God! Lyla!" Mrs Tiana screamed back as they enveloped each other in a bear hug, surprising me. So, they do know each other. And here I was, thinking my mum just wanted to famz celebrity.

Elyon, you are a terrible daughter. I chuckled to myself at that thought.

I greeted Mrs Tiana and Aunt Zaria and they answered lovingly, though it seemed like the women were more concerned about catching up on old times. I could sense Jamal's eyes on me and it made me feel so self conscious. I quickly told my mum I was going to get my bag from class but she hummed and absent-minded reply, more focused on giving Aunt Ada who was in Australia with her family, a call so as to tell her what she was missing.

Jesus! Are parents really like this?

Hurrying away from the huddle of mums and Jamal's intense gaze on me, I made my way back to the senior's block. It was already empty as every other student had gone home. I walked to my class and got my things, then walked out of the class and into the empty hall way.

I was about to make the turning that led to the staircase, when someone grabbed my hand and dragged me back into one of the classrooms, closing the door behind us and gently slamming me against the wall. I didn't fight the person, because I knew who it was. His intoxicating scent filled my senses when he grabbed my hand.

Taking a deep breath, I looked up and my eyes met his.

Jamal.

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𝕂ℍ𝔸𝕃𝕀𝕃

Pacing the length and breath of the left sides bleachers situated in the school's stadium, I checked my wrist watch again, groaning when I saw that another five minute had passed. I exhaled, dabbing the sweat off my forehead with my handkerchief. Deciding to try her number again, I took my phone and dialed her number from the twentieth time.

Yes, I've been counting.

"The MTN number you have dialed is not rechargeable at the moment. Please try again later, thank you."  The operator lady said and I cussed, hissing in frustration.

Where the hell are you, Tolani?

For the first time in an entire month, she had replied all my messages. Then, she dropped another one thirty minutes ago that she wanted to see me urgently. She was on her way to school, that I should wait for her in the school stadium. That was the reason why I had dashed out of the symposium. I wanted to see her. I missed her so much.

Now, I've been waiting for almost forty five minutes and she wasn't still here. All her numbers were suddenly unreachable and in as much as I was frustrated, I was also very worried. I began to pray that nothing bad had happened to her on the way here.

And just like an answer to my prayer...

"Khalil." It was her voice. I wasn't hallucinating because it was clear. Turning towards the direction of her voice, I saw her standing at the entrance of the stadium and a breath of relief I had no idea I was holding, escaped my lips. Then, I began to walk, no run, towards her.

"Hey," I breathed out immediately I got to her, gathering her in my arms and pressing her against me. Exhaling again, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Not being able to see her, or talk to her for an entire month had me almost going insane with worry.

But she's here now. In my arms.

Safe...

"Hey." I heard her whisper back, her hands wrapping loosely around my midrib. I stepped back a bit, my eyes studying her entire features.

She was pale, her skin was dry and her lips were chapped. I also noticed how her outfit was baggy on her. It didn't sit well with me and I became even more worried than I already was. She wasn't looking good and it was obvious.

"Something is wrong." I stated and she didn't even bother denying, confirming my fears. I cupped her face in my hand, looking into her eyes that had suddenly begun to water. I became scared.

"Tolani, what is going on?" I asked her, frantically and she looked down, tears dropping in beads from her eyes.

God, what is this?

"Tolani, I need you to..."

"I'm pregnant, Khalil."

A/N

Kasala!! Wahala wear konko shoe o!

I told you guys not to forget Tolani because she'll show  her face. Though, she still didn't show face for the symposium and she wasn't able to get the immediate help she needed with her addiction. I just hope it isn't too late for her, especially now that she is pregnant.

Tolani is pregnant!!🙆🏾‍♀️ Who is responsible?

Jamal has decided cornering Elyon will get her attention, so he cornered her, in an empty class room while their mums are carried away with Tiana Reunion. Let's hope they talk effectively and maybe, things will get better. I don't know sha but we'll see.

The drama of this chapter will continue in the next, starting with Khalil and Tolani. Let's up Khalil has a good reaction to this bombshell that Tolani decide to drop on him. Me sef, I am shaking😪.

I wasn't able to write everything on Addictions because I didn't want to bore you with an incredibly long chapter. So you guys can go on the internet and look it up. You can look up types of addictions, causes and treatments. Like I said, no knowledge is wasted.

Don't forget to VOTE! COMMENT! SHARE! I'll update next week, I just don't know when. So, see you when I see you.😘😘❤️❤️.