Crimson High (Completed)

Chapter Fifty Five

Heya, people.
I know, I know, I haven't updated in like... Forever! I deserve a tomato smacked at my face... I know, and I'm sorry. Butttt...... Here's an update.... Finally!

This should be one of my best chapters of Crimson. And it contains my favorite couples... Yeah, I exposed my own secret🙈🙈🙈😌😌😌😌😌😌😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

Anyhoo.... I really hope y'all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love y'all so much and stay tuned because I'll be done with my exams soon which means, MORE UPDATES!!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Thanks a lot and let's dive already. Lest I forget, a big congrats to Burna Boy for winning the Grammys. I've never been so proud. *Wipes tears*😿😿😿😿
And to my very own Wizkid😇😇😇😇
We sha too much for this country🔥🔥🔥

I feel like I'm saying to much, but.... Whoever does a tattoo of my face receives 100M naira in kind😂😂😂... And promises are always meant to be broken!💔🙃🙃🙃🙃

Enough chitchat, let's move forward. To put you in the mood for this chapter, do well to check out the music video below, Forever by Gyakie. Thank me lerra😘😘

It's my fav. song, BTW😘😘

Let's get down to it. Chapter officially dedicated to gracefulgreene_ Thanks a million for your votes and comments. Means so much💞💞💞💞 The entire bucket family appreciates your presence and you know, the Queen is insane...

Let's dive!

Picture of Waje above
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~°WAJE'S POV°~

The tiles of the bathroom feels cold against my thighs, down to my bare laps and it freezes me on the spot. The heavy rain outside beats the zinc, making me unable to hear the sound of my own tears. I hug my knees tightly, letting the tears drop like water flowing freely through a lake. The weather today is just able to match the loneliness I feel deep down.

The thoughts in my mind are burdensome, and I can't reason normally anymore. Every move seems wrong and every thought over weighs the last.

It's safe to say I may get depressed sooner than I expect but worse, I feel like the worst person in the world, in fact, the worst sister. Nathan hasn't called, nor texted, nor messaged me or anything. He's totally detached from issues concerning me and that's enough burden for my heart, talk less of the gossips people are definitely going to raise. It's never been tougher.

I blow my nose in the tissue and toss it in the toilet beside me, letting down more lines of tears as my mind refuses to leave certain topics and my heart is just the worst.

"Waje!"

I turn sharply to the door at the sound of Jamal's voice and clean up my tears immediately. His voice comes again and I tense more than the last.

"Waje, open the door!"

I stand up and stare at my swollen red eyes in the mirror. My cheeks are puffed out and my hair seems a natural disaster. I sigh to myself and wash my face up. It looks a percent better than previous but who am I kidding anyways?