A friend to remember

40: Improper Truce.

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The school was on fire.

Everyone started sitting up. An emergency parent-teacher meeting was called to address the issue that was going on.

Ashley and Martha didn't come back to school. How could they?! Their parents just found out they were sleeping with a teacher.

Daniella paced around the school's private longue, wondering what to do. She knew how Ashley's parent was a religious zealot. They were going to prevent Ashley from ever stepping out of their home again. Of course, they didn't allow her any visitors, which made the entire thing more difficult.

Zeet Anonymous was making everyone's life a living hell and she wanted to know who it was. She was sick of some anonymous TV attempting to destroy and uproot her and her friend's lives. How would she do it though?! She had no backing. Money could only go a long way, she needed connection. The only person that had it was one person...

Pedro...

She decided to go and search for Pedero, she needed to get the connection he had, by hook or crook.

Denise wasn't forthcoming. Daniella partly suspected that it was her. She hung out with those scholarship peasants so much that she wondered if they had given her so much gossip about the entire thing. She promised herself that if she found out that it was her twin behind everything, she would make sure she had no social life anymore.

She found Pedro in the cafeteria, one of those scholarship peasants on his lap, she shook her head, he was so classless. She wondered what Pelumi liked so much about him.

Pedero blinked when he noticed Daniella, he personally never talked to the girl. She always acted as if she was morally better than him but he didn't give to flying fuck.

"I need to speak to you," Daniella said. She didn't necessarily hate Pedro, she just hated his lifestyle. He was extravagant and vein. Coming from someone like her, it was ironic. She didn't care though, she held her beliefs and stood by it.

"Speak to me?! What would the Arabowale Princess possibly have to say to me?" Pedro tightened his hold on the girl, sitting on his lap.

"It is important! Can she leave?" Daniella folded her hands, annoyed at where the conversation was going, the conversation had not even begun.

"Say what you want to say here, Ella, Risi is not a stranger."

"It's Bisi!" the girl corrected.

"Same thing," Pedro shrugged and turned back to Daniella, whose lips were twisted.

"Look Pedro, this is really important. Have I ever approached you for something before?" Daniella queried.

"Of course not. Which is why I am so curious. Why would you, Daniella Arabowale suddenly approach me, now?"

"She has to leave first," Daniella repeated. Bisi glared at Danuella and the action was reciprocated. Daniella didn't have the time to teach the little wrench a lesson but it didn't mean she could not humiliate her if need be.

All these peasants and not remember their places.

"Leave," Pedro commanded.

"But... but the break is not over yet!" she protested. It would be the talk amongst her friends if she left the elite longue early. Everyone would wonder if she had offended Pedro and in turn bullied her. She didn't want that.

"Get out!" Pedro narrowed his eyes. A shiver ran down her spine and she nodded, scrambling off. It could have been worse. He could have humiliated her and told her never to step foot into the longue. Goke Balogun did that to one scholarship student last year. The girl was bullied so much that she left Bellrich.