He bent down to my height, the tall, handsome guy that he was, and whispered sweetly, "Had to make a great entrance for my favorite girl."
I smiled in relief, and the crowd erupted in cheers, as if they heard what he whispered.
I confidently turned and looked into his charming face, the mischievous glint in his eyes, and a charismatic smile across the corners of his lips.
He was looking dapper in his signature style: a well-fitted button-down shirt, a jeans and stylish sneakers.
He was going to enjoy this performance more than me.
My heart raced with a mix of relief, satisfaction, and excitement. "Your boy's at my command, Lovia!" I said inwardly, latching my fingers into his, ready to take on this moment.
He returned my gaze, and all I could see in his eyes was admiration. We both nodded to each other and made our way to the stage, hand in hand...
And the applause grew louder, like their palms never hurt, and they never got tired of it. Their excitement fueled them on.
The MC's voice boomed through the speakers, "Let's give it up for Mac J and Ruby-Anne!"
The applause escalated as I made my longest walk ever. It felt like a surreal moment. Mac J, the school's celebrity, and I, the most admired girl on Hillside Campus, side by side.
All eyes were on me, once more in my life! How did an unwanted baby ever get so lucky like this? As we made our way through the aisles, I smiled, exuding charm, confidence, and surety.
We made our way through the aisles; I wasn't looking anyone's way, but the stage, my revenge place.
I loved the fact that Lovia's heart might be tearing apart already. She was getting the biggest breakup of her life. I knew her close pals were shocked as well.
It was an electrifying moment when we stepped on stage.
"Oh oh, oh oh!" Mac J began to sing in an angelic voice immediately, all the while holding my hand even though a distance was between us.
The crowd went wild, erupting into cheers.
The song wasn't his; it was someone else's song that we both agreed we knew extremely well. The plan was to immerse ourselves in it while performing. No prior practice. After all, Mac J was a recording artist.
I stood like a model, smiling my charming smile that I used to get whatever I wanted...
No one mattered now.
The DJ cued the beats, and a familiar beat filled the air.
"Anybody wey wan fight you,
Make them come; they already know,
I will be right beside you
Like the walls of Jericho!"
The crowd fell into a hushed awe, the beats pulsating.
The moment was purely magical, and I couldn't help but lose myself in the music.
"They don't know, they don't know
They don't know what's going on
Mona giso, Mona giso, Mona Giso my baby boo!"
We moved gracefully, a perfect duo stealing the spotlight.
He sang on beautifully and angelically, all the while looking into my eyes:
"I'll be a soldier for you
I'm getting better in Kung Fu
You should know I got you
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SAVAGE SOLACE
Ficção AdolescenteIn the realm of Ruby-Anne's existence, forgiveness is a foreign concept, replaced entirely by the currency of vengeance. When her clandestine letter falls into the hands of Lovia, the class prefect, leading to public exposure, Ruby-Anne, fueled by f...
