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Chapter 7

A dilemma, dilemma is a circumstance in which a choice must be made between two or more alternatives that seem equally desirable.

And I was in a great dilemma.

"So, what should I read first?" I raised a question to Lucy.

Momentarily, we were occupying the library and were perplexed between two classic novels that which I should read first.

"Emerald, take both, from the past thousand hours we are in the same aisle," was her exaggerated response while she frantically typed on her phone.

"But I can only afford one at the moment."

Silence.

When I established the absence of a response from another side, I whirled around, only to be met by tepid Lucy, who was grimacing while gaping at the phone.

"Are you alright?" Concern emitted in my voice, she nodded her head in assurance but her quivering lips and erratic breathing told a different story.

"I just have to attend this call, until you decide which damn book you want," she sang out with bogus enthusiasm. Before I could inquire further, she lumbered through the aisle and vanished behind substantial mountains of books, leaving me to take the hardest decision of history.

Even after coaxing a hundred justifications, my heart couldn't lose one, so I decided on purchasing none. There was, however, no sign of Lucy so I concluded to explore the heaven of wisdom further.

Lumbering through the aisle, my hand caressed the thick and hard spine of novels, the whiff of the authentic book present in the air donated a sense of satisfaction.

"Why are you doing this to me, how many times Roger?" a familiar forlorn voice heard from another side, and a soft gripped whimper followed.

"Please Roger, don't do this to me." I was incompetent to see Lucy as she was on another side of the massive rack, and as a lack of response could be heard in her question and plead, it was easy to comprehend that she was conversing on the phone. This seem to be an intimate conversation so I didn't invade her solitude. I strode away quietly, if there was something that should be known to me, she will let me know.

A few moments passed, and I waited for her to be near the counter. Shortly afterwards, I saw her in my spectacle, her face was red, gloominess shadowed her, and traces of tears lingered under her eyes.

She approached me with hunched shoulders.

"Emerald, I am so sorry but we can't study today, some work come up," she sounded timid and defeated. I knew it was a lie to blanket the truth which she doesn't want to confide in.

Before my retort come out of my mouth, she hurriedly strode away and faded out of my view. There is no motive left for me to stay here, so reluctantly, I sauntered to my dormant.

When I reached my room, the first thing I noticed was Grace. She was crouching in front of the mirror doing her makeover.

"Emerald girl," she squealed, settling the brush down, through which she was emphasizing her cheeks, she swirled towards me, " hurry up, get ready we have a party to go."

I noticed she wore a rather revealing dress, a red dress that barely covered her bottom, and cleavage was on display. She looked truly glamorous and confident with the way she carried herself, doubt and jealousy took over, why can't I be like her?

"I am not going Grace, your group seems to dislike me, and Aiden, we had barely talked and the whole time he was insensitive towards me. And also his girlfriend Ava, she just likes to pull my strings." I endeavored to reason.