YUNG LIES SERIES ~THE LIES OF YUNG LIVES

🥀CHAPTER SIXTEEN🥀

< Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching >

- William Ellery Channing.

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"So, you've started buying gifts for my boyfriend? Na wa oo,"

"Betty, Sharon, raise her up from the floor and hold her hands up in the air, now!"

"Misunderstanding what? It's very clear that you have feelings for my Ivan! Are you mad? You no dey fear face?"

"Nasty girl! You're not even Ivan's type, because you're fat!"

"Stay away from Ivan Kingsley, otherwise, the consequences will be more brutal than this! Scholarship bamboo!"

Staring out my room window, I felt a cool breeze flow in the atmosphere, the sky became cloudy. It's going to rain.

Wow, the weather matches my mood!

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks unknowingly, my mind reeled with anguish, my thoughts a jumbled mess. My cheeks still hurts due to the slap I received from Megan, and I can't walk properly because of the kick she gave me under my abdomen- it hurts badly!

"Nasty girl! You're not even Ivan's type, because you're fat!"

She's right, I'm not Ivan's type.

I knew I should've ended this stupid crush a long time ago, what I'm doing is just wrong. Ivan is someone's boyfriend, and I'm just acting like- the other woman!

I know that's farfetched, but it's what I'm actually doing. Obviously, Ivan has no interest whatsoever, in me. So, why waste my time on a one-sided crush?

The deeper I fall for Ivan, the deeper my wounds! After that incident with Megan yesterday, I left school immediately without mentioning anything to Joy. I called my driver and lied that I was feeling sick and sore, literally.

I'm not even replying to her text because I don't want her to end up doing something that'll get her in trouble.

So much drama happened this past week, and we're entering the second week of resumption. Ugh!

Knock! Knock!

"Come in," I responded. The door crept open, revealing Ms Margaret, one of our workers in her mid-thirties. She's been working with us ever since mother passed away.

"Hey," she smiled and entered my room with a glass of juice and cookies, on a tray.

Not what I needed.

As always, she was on her uniform, like every other worker here.
She's played a parental role in my life so far, unlike...dad! She's always there to listen to me rant, she's always there to celebrate my littlest achievements, she washes and irons our clothes, she cooks- though, we have other servants that do that too, but Ms Margaret is just... different.

She runs this house!

"I brought you some snacks," she pointed to the tray she held, and carefully placed it on my bed.

"Nasty girl! You're not even Ivan's type, because you're fat!"

"Thanks, but I'm on a diet," I said, folding my laps on my bed.

"Since when did you start paying attention to your weight?" She questioned me with exasperation.

That's what you get for being a known foodie! When you start gyming, everyone will have something to say.