Our Insecurities

Chapter Eleven

The warm breeze whooshed past them as they stood in the balcony overlooking the school gate. The trio had gone to inform the principal of their findings only to have a new member thrust into the team. The gesture didn't sit well with Abigail and she didn't attempt to hide it.

Without the problem of having a new team player, their meeting with Mrs. Dike had gone exceptionally well. Chisimdi had taken time out to explain that since the door lock wasn't tampered with, it meant that entry wasn't forced. Whoever had gone into the room after Abigail left certainly had a spare key, that was for sure.

Jemimah had finally posed the question they all had in mind. Who else had the room key apart from Abigail and Faye? Turns out it was the principal, her vice and corper Stacey. The principal offered to talk to them before they could suggest the exact same thing. The meeting had ended with her introducing Favour to the team without any reason whatsoever.

And now ten minutes after they exited the office, Abigail still had her perpetual frown on. She swiftly ignored Chisimdi who occasionally motioned for her to get rid of the frown and relax. It was bad enough that Jemimah was there, now she was forced to deal with a mini version of her. What's with her encountering people she least liked now and then?

"Are you that scared that I'm on the team? Don't tell me you feel threatened by my intelligence?" Favour asked with a raised brow. She wasn't about to pass on the opportunity of mocking Abigail. Not after what she did on Friday night.

"You're right. I'm so scared I could literally shit my pants," Abigail drawled with sarcasm. "Or in this case, I could shit my skirt," she added, smoothening the little creases that had walked its way into her yellow pleated uniform skirt.

Chisimdi shook her head at her response. Her friend had definitely lost it after the hectic school day. With their kind of timetable, Tuesday was usually a force to reckon with for Ss3A students. Thankfully, it was only a few minutes to lunch and they could retire to the hostel for siesta.

"You don't have to pretend dear," came Favour's smug tone. "You can politely ask and who knows, I might actually decide to share some of it."

Abigail scoffed at her words. She knew exactly what Favour was trying to do. She wasn't going to just take it though.

"Thanks but no thanks sweetie." Her words appeared kind but her eyes told a different story. "I would rather not take advice from someone who can't confront her classmates. Instead she chose to run away with her tail between her legs."

Favour's eye squinted in confusion before the insunation behind the statement dawned on her. No way, she surmised, taking a few steps back. Her stunt earlier in the day had spread around the block. She should have known. She took one last look at Abigail and walked away too shocked to think of a comeback.

"Yeah run. Like you always do," Abigail taunted her retreating figure.

"That was harsh girl," Jemimah accused when Favour was out of earshot. Abigail didn't spare her any glance as she ran her fingers through her long ponytail. Her scalp was gradually harbouring red spots from how tight Cherish, her bunkmate, had pulled it.

"I don't care how harsh I sounded," she eventually replied to Jemimah. "She wanted a fight, and she got it." There was no sign of remorse in her voice. She didn't feel sorry for her actions and she wasn't going to pretend like she did.