The First Time (A Nigerian Love Story)

24. Nerves x2

Deborah's POV

Flickering through the old vintage magazine i found laying somewhere in the mini library in my aunty's house, i stared at the pages absent-mindlessly.

The shock and thrill of what my mum had told me last night about the invite "Timini" sent home made me uneasy. My fists tightened as i closed the magazine and flung it to the cushion beside me.

He bloody told me he didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore! Where did he get my house address from? And why in the world was he inviting me to his birthday dinner?

No text from him, No calls, Just an invite! Or was it a mistake? A rush of uneasiness flushed through my body as i couldn't help but think how bizarre the idea was. A whole 'Timini Peter's' inviting my mum and i to his birthday dinner! After telling me we shouldn't talk anymore. Shock was an understatement!

The fact i could not stop thinking about him was crazy and it was disturbing my mental state. He was in my dream, again! the previous night but this time around it did not finish with a happy ending. It was a bad dream and scary but it felt so real. The happiness i felt...

Shaking my head to get rid of the thought, i heaved a small sigh, my shoulders sagging down. How was i gonna face him?

I grabbed my phone sitting from the couch and Opened the message he sent to me that night and a rush of anger flushed through me again. I was going to delete it but i could not bring myself to do it no matter how heart-wrenching it was. It read,

I am so sorry for what i am about to say to you Deborah, I hope you forgive me. I don't think it would be wise if we talked tonight. Or any other night. I have a lot to explain and i am an asshole for telling you all these through a text message especially when we only started talking yesterday but i promise you that i have my reasons and they are enough to stop myself from talking to you. Even though we met for the first time yesterday, letting you go is going to be the hardest thing i am going to be able to do. And know that it's because i genuinely care about you i am doing this to you. I hope you take care of yourself and don't question yourself for all this. All of this is totally on me and I'm sorry. Please i would love if you didn't call back because hearing your voice would change my whole mindset. Take care.'

Scoffing, i threw my phone back on the couch. After sending this and leaving me confused and crying for days. Now he is just sending me an invitation without any explanation? I thought i was not in his league! What does he want from me?

I thought about how he was staring at me the second time we met and i involuntarily squeezed my thighs together. Fuck! I hate how he still has an effect on me.

I guess i'm going to go to find out what he really wants. It is also going to be funny seeing the expression on his face when he catches me hand in hand with his friend, flirting!

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Two weeks later..

It was the day finally, his birthday. I let out a low shaky breath as i laid down the dress i was going to wear tonight on my bed. I went shopping the previous day at 'Miskay' boutique located at lekki and i got a mini dress. It was a bit out of my comfort zone but i went with it anyways. I had a mission to accomplish tonight. I was going to let someone's son pay for trying to push me away and hurting me in the process. He was going to regret ever deciding to mess with my feelings ! I mean that's if i don't turn to putty when i finally see him though and mess the whole mission thingy up, i thought with a deep sigh.

Staring at the long pair of heels laying neatly beside my dress, it was a black pair of stilettos that matched perfectly with my red 'Ashewo' dress(a Nigerian slang for skimpy dress). I looked up more info about the party and saw it was a dinner party so there was no worry about me being overdressed.