.~The Divinity Of The Unsane~.
There's an identity crisis four young adults are facing. On the verge of discovering themselves, they are faced with so many obstacles that either saves or kills them.
Priscilla Elzer South is the only daughter of a re...
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☆~ANDREW IDRIS HILLS ~☆
"Na Amapiano dance party o."
King brushed his beard as he looked into the mirror. There was nothing more irritating than this moment. The mere thought of him having a faithful girlfriend who came just few hours ago to pick his dirty clothes for laundry after preparing a delicious meal of Native rice and fried fish; just for him to go out tonight and flirt with other girls was pathetic.
It wasn't new.
But it was something that could never stop being unusual to me.
I grabbed my Rolex wristwatch from the table, deliberately ignoring him. There was nothing I could say that would turn him into a Saint. There was nothing I wanted to do to turn him into a Saint. And that's because I was no better than him.
"Guy," King dropped the brush and stared in admiration at himself. "No go mess up there o. Plenty girls dey this school. Na there you go meet all these fresh babes wey go dey ride you like say tomorrow no dey."
He stated, laughing to his own words as he staggered back and shook his head twice.
"Shekinah will be coming." I reached for my sling bag, turning fully to the side to have a good look at him.
King is someone you'd call the ladies men. Being good-looking and having the height that makes girls swoon; he was definitely- that guy.
His eyes hardened. "What the fuck man- you didn't tell her I'll be there, no?"
Dumb shit.
He actually figured out fast. "Why not? She's your girlfriend."
"Andrew, I know your moral reasoning is different from regular people but this... is stupid. You have no right to tell Shekinah that. You think you're some saint, huh?"
The urge to laugh was overwhelming. But I bit back the catharsis.
"Don't be ridiculous." I rather said, pulling once more the collar of my shirt before getting out of the room.
Good guy?
Saint? Fuck it.
I don't even do the right thing, bruh.
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Music blasted from the speaker perched on the second-floor window. People were streaming in and out of the party house all dressed in black- the dress code for the night.
There were dozens of rule breakers who thought they could wear whatever they wished to wear. Besides, it was part of appearing uniqe, right?
