𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚗.

Chapter 10

Numerous sighs escaped his lips, and he slowly gripped his dreads and yanked on them. Frustration. It filled him like a flooded river, and it wove itself into his veins. He felt like literal poop, and he really wished he hadn't said all the things he had said to Chelsea. Again! This was the second time he was hurting the girl like this. Only the first time, he wasn't aware of his actions. But this time, he was.

Damola soon quit pulling on his dreads, and decided he would talk it out with Chelsea. But right now, he needed to cool off. He needed a friend to talk to, and at the moment, Kunmi was the only one he felt he could talk to. He had other friends who lived at Abuja, but Kunmi was one he was very familiar with. And going to meet Chelsea now, wouldn't be the best option. He had to let her cool off first. They both needed some time away from each other. Even if it meant it'd be only for a day.

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Kunmi was busy on her bed, scrolling through various chats with Dante. She was so engrossed in the chat, that she was shocked when Peju and Timi rushed into her room. "Guess what?!" Peju screamed into Kunmi's ears. Kunmi, who winced afterwards, turned to meet hers and Timi's excited gaze.

"What?" A bored look lazed across her face, and Peju sighed and plopped on Kunmi's king-sized bed.

"Your boo is here." She announced, and Kunmi quirked a brow at her. Did her false 'boo' find a way to be real? She was sure she made that entire thing up.

"My boo?" She raised an inquisitive brow at her, and Peju laughed.

"Damola naw." She replied, and Kunmi smiled and hissed. Timi strutted towards her vanity table, and sat on top of it.

"So who's the guy? He rode a fine Porsche  over here." Was Damola now advertising cars? Kunmi thought. She knew he could be a show-off, and loved the attention he got, without evening having to do much — but he was really making that really obvious now.

"He's here?" Kunmi couldn't help but ask. He had already driven her home a few hours ago, and she understood it was because something really important came up. Although she wasn't told what exactly it was, she knew it had to be really important. "But he just dropped me off a while ago. Are you even sure it's him? He's not the only one who owns a Porsche in this town, you know?" She prodded on, and Peju rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but he's the only one I know who owns one, and yet is such a goddamn handsome beast. Although, he kinda looks a little angry." She said, and Kunmi wondered what was truly going on. Timi sighed, and rolled his eyes at Peju's words.

"And yet you have such a handsome brother and you haven't even said that to me before." He murmured, and Peju offered a sickly sweet smile, and hissed in return.

"Maybe. But, the only vehicle you own is your imaginary Lamborghini and your trusty bicycle. Please, I don't think a girl will swoon when she sees that excuse of a bicycle you carry about." Peju replied, and Timi eyed her.

"Who knows if that's what your husband will have?" He shrugged. It was Peju's turn to eye him.

"Idiot." She murmured, and let out a long hiss.

Meanwhile, Kunmi wasn't even listening to all Peju and Timi had been yapping about. "I'll call him." She said, and was about reaching for her phone when it rang aloud. The minute she reached for it, and got hold of it, she realised it was Damola calling.