Marilyn: A decision between love and hate

chapter 15

Omoshola's pov

I flounced into my room, still basking in the glory of making the team. Marilyn, on the other hand, reading a novel ,she looked like she'd given up. Her lack of effort had finally caught up with her, and it was no surprise she didn't make the cut. I mean, who gets injured all the time? It was like she was a walking disaster.

As I entered, I spotted a note on my bed and my curiosity piqued.
"Heyyy, Marilyn," I called out, trying to sound nonchalant,
"do you know who dropped this note on my bed?" Her response was as dull as her face,
"A junior student." I rolled my eyes, not bothered in the slightest. I was too busy celebrating my own success to care. Besides, I had more important things on my mind... like my upcoming victory on the field.

I unfolded the note, my eyes scanning the scribbled words. Marvin. Again. I let out a dramatic sigh, my annoyance palpable. Who did he think he was, anyway? Always pestering me, trying to get my attention.

The note read: "Hey Shola, I was hoping we could meet at the basketball court after sport practice. I have a surprise for you."
I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued despite myself.
What could Marvin possibly have up his sleeve? I wondered, my mind wandering to all the possible scenarios.
I crumpled the note, my eyes flicking back to Marilyn, who was still engrossed in her book. I smirked, feeling a thrill of excitement.

I stepped into the bathroom, the warm water enveloping me as I began to scrub away the day's grime. My mind wandered to the upcoming practice, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority. I was always the first to finish getting ready,  to avoid Joyce and bisola because the way they acted as marilyn was so sickening

As I dressed and made my way to the sports field, I spotted Pedro lounging in a chair, his eyes fixed on a program. Lucy was stretching, her long legs extended in a graceful arc. Chioma, meanwhile, was preening in front of a mirror, admiring her reflection. Marvin waving at me. The junior students, Juliet and Jaden, stood off to the side, looking a bit out of place. But where was Morgan? He was the only one missing.

we began the side surge stretch, Pedro instructed us to focus on our flexibility, as Coach Olawuyi had directed.he had not yet arrived

Twenty minutes into the exercise, Morgan finally arrived, his cornrows  taken out and his hair now tied up in a bun.

"Why are you late?" Pedro questioned him, his tone laced with disapproval. Pedro was always determined and focused when it came to practice.maybe that's why someone doing opposite annoyed him

"What's your business??"Morgan sounded slightly annoyed, like he had something against pedro

"The time says 4:20, you should've been here since 3:50," Pedro continued, his voice firm.

"I don't understand, who are you to talk to me this way? Coach Olawuyi isn't even here," Morgan shot back, his tone defiant.

Pedro's eyes blazed with warning, "You're treading a thin line, Morgan. Keep acting out and you'll find yourself off the team." He turned his attention to the rest of us, but Morgan's anger had already been unleashed.

With a fierce shove, Morgan sent Pedro crashing to the ground. "Next time, watch your tongue," he snarled, his eyes flashing with defiance.

Pedro sprang to his feet, his face contorted in rage. The two of them clashed, fists flying as they exchanged blows. The air was electric with tension, we stopped watching in horror as the fight escalated.

Coach Olawuyi sprinted towards them, his face a picture of alarm. "Stop! Stop it right now!" he thundered, but his words fell on deaf ears.

Pedro's anger had reached a boiling point, his shoves growing more violent. Morgan stumbled back, his face crashing into the floor with a sickening thud. The sound seemed to snap everyone back to reality, and we rushed to intervene, pulling the two combatants apart as Coach Olawuyi finally managed to restore order.

Coach Olawuyi's face twisted with concern as he helped Morgan to his feet, his eyes widening in alarm at the sight of the blood streaming from Morgan's nose. "Chioma, quick! Get him to the clinic, now!" he barked, his voice firm but urgent.

Chioma rushed to Morgan's side, her eyes filled with worry as she carefully wrapped an arm around his waist. Together, they half-walked, half-carried Morgan towards the clinic, his legs wobbly beneath him. Coach Olawuyi  decided to follow close behind, his eyes fixed on Morgan's pale face.

As they disappeared into the clinic, the rest of us stood in stunned silence, our eyes fixed on the spot where the fight had erupted. The tension was palpable, our minds reeling with the aftermath of the intense confrontation.pedro had left the field...so that's how today's practice ended"I thought to myself.

I turned to Marvin who was laughing, my eyes narrowing in confusion. "What's so funny?" I asked, still trying to process the chaos that had just unfolded.

Marvin's grin only grew wider. "It's good for Morgan," he chuckled. "He needed to be taken down a peg. Next time, he'll think twice before disobeying  instructions."

I raised an eyebrow, a small laugh escaping my lips. "You're not okay, Marvin," I teased, shaking my head.

But despite my joking, I knew that the fight was no laughing matter. Morgan and Pedro were in serious trouble, and I couldn't help but wonder what consequences they would face.

Marvin seemed to sense my concern, his smile faltering for a moment before he rebounded with his usual enthusiasm. "Hey, what's got you thinking so hard?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come on, let's head to the basketball court.."

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help smiling at Marvin's antics. "You're something else, Marvin," I said, shaking my head as I followed him towards the court.

As we stepped onto the empty basketball court, Marvin's eyes sparkled with excitement. He snatched up a ball and began to showcase his skills, his movements fluid and graceful. I watched, impressed, as he effortlessly sank shot after shot.

But my curiosity soon got the better of me. "So, what's the surprise?" I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly.

Marvin's grin grew wider. "Close your eyes," he instructed, his voice low and mysterious.

I raised an eyebrow but did as he asked, my heart beating with anticipation. I heard his footsteps grow distant, and then nothing. The silence stretched out for what felt like an eternity before I heard him return, his footsteps echoing off the court.

"Open your eyes," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

I did, and my eyes widened in shock. Marvin was holding a pink school bag, my name emblazoned on it in bold, cursive letters. He opened it, revealing a pink diary notebook and pen, both adorned with my name.

My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the thoughtful gift, a smile spreading across my face. "Marvin, it's beautiful," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I know" he smiled sheepishly

I got up and hugged him, I had to admit that what marvin did was cute. As I gazed up at Marvin, I couldn't help but acknowledge the chiseled features and piercing eyes that made him a magnet for attention. His chiseled jawline and charming smile only added to his allure, making him the epitome of a playboy. And yet, despite his undeniable attractiveness, my heart belonged to another.

Pedro, with his brooding intensity and passionate spirit, had captured my attention in a way that Marvin never could. But Marvin's wealth and influence were tantalizing, and I had concocted a plan to lead him on, exploiting his infatuation for my own gain.

As I basked in the lavish gifts and attention Marvin showered upon me, a pang of guilt pricked at my conscience. Was it wrong to toy with his emotions, to dangle the promise of affection when my heart belonged to another? But the allure of luxury and security proved too great, and I pushed aside my reservations, determined to see my plan through.

For now, I would continue to play the role of the besotted admirer, all the while secretly pining for the one who truly held my heart - Pedro.

Omoshola's pov
Maybe she isn't that bad as Marilyn described after all
And Pedro and Morgan???
We will see more to that fight