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Chapter 44- Will it, will it not?

ERLING'S POV
(Erling Tobechukwu Kingston)

I slam the wooden door shut as I storm into the dimly lit empty room. The blood in my veins boil as the face of that idiot replays in my memory

I'm glad I hit the fool

I run my fingers through my hair, wishing they weren't braided at that point. I crack my knuckles in clenched fists as I try to calm down the furious tapping of my shoes on the tiles, a habit I have become accustomed to over the years

Punching that boy wasn't on the list of things I planned to do before leaving Lagos but putting him in his place was definitely something I bit my nails over. Who knew all I needed was a slight tip to the edge and I would send the buffoon straight to the hardwood floors of the arena?

All it took was for him to utter words from his stupid hole he called a mouth- even worse it wasn't me he insulted

I wasn't even thinking, the words had not even properly sunk in before I went red with rage and punched him square in the jaw, hoping to punch his mouth shut permanently- but I guess wishes aren't horses

I noticed how uncomfortable they made her feel right from the second we landed within the four walls of their school but I thought I didn't understand the kind of friendship they had. Even worse we weren't even on good terms for me to ask if everything was well from the welcome party at the diner that day and the little charade the stupid boy's girlfriend put up to welcome her 'long lost best friend'

The face of the person who has infiltrated my thoughts uninvitedly for the past two weeks barges through my mind and I can't help but visibly calm down. Had it been Toke or Idara in her position, I would have done the same or maybe even worse if it were Idara but something about how swift I was to act without thinking when it concerned her really unsettled me with the familiar cold feeling at the pit of my stomach.

The attitude her so called friend group put up against her proved my suspicion that what they had wasn't friendship- it was all too familiar

I saw that Kelly girl ignore her, I caught them sneak glances at her as they spoke about her below their breaths , I knew they were up to no good but insulting her like that in the open? I couldn't let it slide

The look on her face when we stepped outside was all I needed not to feel a single regret for what I did. While she acted appalled by the action and frightened by violence, I could see beneath all that- the satisfaction that she didn't leave the room embarrassed, that I had done something about it. The thought of it calmed me

I care about Amanda, perhaps too much- what's the use denying it?

I watch the door as sounds coming from the hallway filter in, expecting Chris or one of his henchmen to burst in but none of them do

Chickens

My lips curl at the thought- my life has been so boring lately that maybe, just maybe a fight may just spice things up. I am not one to fight, I prefer to talk things out like the calm, civil man that I am but what happened can't necessarily be termed a fight, just a little jab in the right direction

And no I don't go around punching people, this was just the second time ever. The first time was at Senior Erkee's party last year when one of his friends from a different school was trying to move funny with Idara and still insisted when she was obviously turning his advances down

We ended up being escorted out of the party before it even fully started- I hadn't even had a single drink

I scoot over to the edge of my bed, the part closest to the well so I could lie against it, unfolding my phone to its tablet size to play FIFA