Charm- rema. A short story.

Chapter 2: Fellowship goer

When I went back to my friends with an agonizing rage on my face like someone who'd been served hot breakfast, (broken hearted) they all passed me weird looks.

Well it took me a while to realize that the looks weren't 'weird' but naughty and as I got settled down, everyone of them began teasing me.

Of course they knows about Cynthia and I. they easily detects she's the one whom I'd trailed.

Once again, they all advised me to stop demeaning myself over an ordinary girl and find some other girl who are willing to have me balls deep in them for free.

Honestly All some of these girls wants, it's the hypes they'll get from people seeing them chill with the big boys.

The rest of the days went as usual. The same boring routine. Dealing with clients, cutting transactions back to back.

Attending few classes and skipping many classes. Going to outting with my pals or partying at home instead.

Afterall, Every evening is a party at the mansion Aka our hustle kingdom (HK) which was Around the campus area.

The only thing that was missing was that I didn't join the guys to flaunt with girls but that doesn't mean I didn't have sex every night though.

I did. But you won't see me with any girl during the day.

I don't care about my friends chastising me but I was hell-bent on getting Cynthia. Like, I'd come this far in this shit. I'd to make her realize that no one rejects me but trust me it was really becoming impossible.

I loaded her friends with money just to help me convince her but they kept coming with negative feedbacks.

All my gifts to her were rejected as usual. It was hard seeing her, I even  tried to reach her on phone but she blocked all my lines. Like, wo!

"Maybe she think say you wan use am subscribe." (Maybe she thinks you want to use  her for rituals) mike said in one of his joke on one of the day I tried calling her but it wasn't going through and when I angrily slammed my phone on floor, mike had to withdraw from the chicken he was devouring and commented.

The glare I gave him was enough to tell him that I'm in no mood for jokes.

"But guy come to think of it. This Is getting really insane. You're just killing yourself over a girl that doesn't really want you. If she for gree for you, she for don gree since na. Like Wetin you never do for the babe ni?." (If she would agree to your proposal, she would have long agreed. Like what haven't you done for her really?) Mike said more reasonably this time.

"Abi you Don dey fall in love?" (Or are you  falling in love?) Pascal  whom I didn't even think was listening to us, chipped in from where he was operating his laptop and everyone in the room burst out laughing.

By everyone—I mean the other 6 boys-not me. I only shook my head and went to climb up the stairs. Me fall in love keh? Even if heaven falls today, I'll not fall in love. I just want to repair my ego by bending that girl to my will las-las. (In the end)

"I'm Donald Obaseki, That Benin boy that can never be rejected by any girl and I'll make you Cynthia realize that by the time you're screaming my name while I am piping you." A smirk draw on my face as I screw through the photos of Cynthia on my iPhone.

Photos of her ass and boobs which I took secretly.

I now began to think and navigate different method to charm her, the ones I hadn't used before. And in one of mike's jokes, he suggested that I should start going to her fellowship she  could start to like me if I becomes a man of God Aka Pastor.

Honestly, I'd wanted to bite his ears off the day he said such bullshit, if not that he ran away immediately maybe he would had been earless today but somehow somehow the thing began to make brain to me.

Like; if Mohamed refuses to go to the river then
Let the River come to Mohammed and that my brothers that was how I became a fellowship goer.

But did it turned out fruitful? Capital NO!

At first Cynthia was very furious at me and her friends, thinking that they gave me the suggestion since they'd been pestering her to connect with me then the anger shifted from that angle to being a distraction to the members who hailed me like the Jesus Christ they worships the very first day I walked into the hall and still stares at me each time I walked past the door.

As for the whole school, they were already believing that I was repenting; giving my life to Christ. For diar mind!!!    (In their wildest dreams)

But the person I was doing it for didn't even acknowledged me as expected, she treated me like every other members of the fellowship. One day, two days, 5 days turns to week and the only improvement is the enough time I gets to stare at her potty breast and ass while she's preaching.

Nothing of whatever they preaches enters my head because I didn't give two fucks about it. I'm here for Cynthia and her alone.

But The fellowship always keep closing unexpectedly and Cynthia leaves before I could even notice, other times that I manages to meet up with her she's always busy with thing or the other but today I was ready for her.

After the whole fellowship was over, I rushed to meet her not withstanding the many other boys and girls she was discussing with-I walked right in on her and offered that she've lunch with me.

"If you started attending this fellowship sections as a pass to get close to me then I'm sorry to disappoint you, you're only wasting your time, Mr. Pablo" She snarled, folding her hands in a proud way.

"Haba Naw! Cynthia!" (What?!...Ah) Everyone around (both the boys and girls) exclaimed, disapproved by her action towards a sinner that's trying to repent—at least that's what they all think in their wildest dreams.

"See the way you're raising shoulder for a whole Donald. You see free food you're rejecting it?" That was from one of her girlfriend, mirable.

"I don't know what you have in mind. I just only wanna appreciate you for the sermon for today. It really touch deep for real." And believe that lie at your own risk because I was just only playing a gentle-man film and the way they all went 'awwing' proved that they bought It.
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