"Sometimes, you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself, and love yourself enough to become a new person."
_ Gerard Way _
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Hilary Idara Eghosa has always been one of the Elites in Crestview Inter...
Song for Chapter: Lily by Alan Walker ft K-391 and Emelie Hollow
MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FAMILY MEMBERS!🎄🎁
This chapter is going to begin from where Chapter 72 ended. Do you remember what happened in that chapter? The chapter where Semeeha decided to drag herself in the dirtiest sewers asking to be Kizito's side chick.
😩😭.
Gigi walked in on them and we didn't know what happened after. Did she hear their conversation 💀? How much did she hear? 👀
Well, we are about to find out!
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Gigi Esho
She was practically a walking masterpiece, her presence more imposing than the doorframe she leaned against. She looked like she owned the room, the building, the world.
And for the first time ever, I saw fear on Kizito's face.
Fear and Kizito? I bit back a scoff.
They didn't belong in the same sentence.
If anything, Kizito was the one who made people fear him, not the other way around. But now? He looked absolutely terrified. It was a foreign sight, a crack in the armor that I didn't think I would ever see.
But I knew why.
He wasn't scared of Gigi herself—not exactly. It was what Gigi might have heard us say, what she might have caught in the middle of our conversation.
How long has she been standing there? How much did she hear? I asked myself.
It was a chilling thought.
I was also terrified. But somewhere deep down, I couldn't help but feel a little... elated.
Maybe this was finally it. Maybe this would be the thing that finally breaks them up. The perfect, untouchable relationship between them—the one that she always paraded in front of me and flaunted in my face—might finally have a crack.
But I couldn't tell if that would be the case.
Gigi was unreadable, her face neutral, her eyes sharp as daggers as she stepped into the classroom. Legs for days clicking against the floor with each step, every movement commanding the space.
Her presence made the whole air feel thicker. I could barely breathe, but I could feel my pulse pounding in my throat.
