My loveless life

chapter 37- Boyfriend thief

"You're sitting beside Victoria. You could have thrown it at her". I murmured, standing up... "Since you seem to skip Victoria when you throw the books, Why don't you skip me and target Abdul then?" I said, sitting in front of Abdul, typing. "I'm ready," I announced, continuing my work. I don't understand why they broke up, but they seem to still love each other, and they agreed to be friends. She's here venting her anger on poor little Moi. Boombastic side-eye. I was done, but I wanted my teacher to examine it before I sent it to my dad's business partner. I've been editing posters and flyers for about 2 hours, and I think I've done great work. Stretching my arms and feet, I decided to stop by the class ahead of me.

"Cynthia, where are you going", I questioned, giving her a way to pass. "Elvis is waiting for me outside; I need to go," she answered, running out in haste. "Who is Elvis?" I asked when a complicated expression plastered on my face. She stopped in her tracks and turned to me, thinking. Grabbing my hands unexpectedly, I found myself being dragged out and meeting with a tall guy. He had thick brows with brown eyes, and his top lips had a tint of pink, but the button was pure pink.

He had a sharp jawline and a tall structure with a thin body; he was just lean with broad shoulders. He was darker than Abigail but still looked good. Where are you guys finding this person, and why am I finding something else? Where are you guys looking? I wondered, blinking. Am I drilling? I thought about touching my lips only to see saliva. When did I How did I? Oh my God, "I found a tall person hot," I said, feeling shocked and sacred, "and it's my friend's boyfriend, no less. I feel dirty, "I murmured. Stepping back. I never felt this way. With Emmanuel, but this isn't right.

Thank you for showing me your boyfriend, but I need to go, so I ran away. I can't believe a whole me drilled over someone. I'd rather die than admit I fancied someone again.

Vicky POV "Help me pack my books," I asked Victoria, Abigail, and Savior, who packed and assisted me to carry the books to the school library. I stole glances at the couple, who seemed so happy. It broke my heart when he wanted to go, but I had to oblige. I can't force someone to stay just because I want them to. What they want is important too, isn't it? Putting someone else's happiness first is okay, right? I thought of smiling. "Why are you even smiling that much?" Abbie asked. Oh, nothing. "What was Benedicta asking you a few hours ago?" I asked Abbie. "Well, since you didn't hear what she said," Abbie continued to feel a great headache coming on. "Well, after she said,Abigail's view of the story

"Since you seem to skip Victoria when you throw the books, Why don't you skip me and target Abdul then?" Benedicta said, turning her attention to me. "So what's going on between you and this general art guy?" "Yeah, what is up with you two?" Savior asked, stopping her designs. "Nothing, nothing is happening," I answered, repacking the storybooks. "So, it's okay if I take him". She asked with an evil smirk plastered on her face. "No, it's not; don't treat him like one of your side dudes; leave him alone, Bene," I said, stopping everything to stare at her face. "Why?" "Cause he is dating Jenny." "Home economics, Jenny." I nodded my head, causing her to laugh. I didn't find it amusing, but okay, I thought. "You,my friend, stand no chance against Jenny. No offense; you are also pretty, but not against Jenny. It's like moving from 10 to 100". Benedicta said, still laughing.

"I know that," I said, smiling, "but people look for other things. He looks like someone who can't be satisfied with only looks," I answered, smirking in return. "What's your point, savior?" she asked, opening her bag of chips. "Well, my point is that he has a good eye for good things." Placing my hands on the table and stretching like a restless cat, I looked straight ahead, hearing my bones make a cracking sound. "And he knows what he wants when he sees it. So... I don't think I should be worried if I wasn't his type". "Huh," they all shrugged confusedly. "She'd be too good for him anyway."I get it," th Savior answered.