𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒)

~39 GAD💜

Hello guys, I expect to see your votes
and comment in this chapter.
Look at the time, few minutes after 10 pm, I stayed up till now, just to make sure, I finished and edited this chapter.

I wanted to ask.

Which Pov do you always look forward to reading. I expect you all to answer this question.

Roman
Onome
Halimah
Oreva
Makele

Enjoy.

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°ONOME MANUEL •

My mood today was usually heightened. I felt unusually happy. Nothing happened lately to trigger such reaction or change in mood. I was simply happy for no apparent reason.

My mother had gone back to Abuja first thing this morning, I wanted my space, because she kept inviting Telema into our lives. I discovered that dude spends his entire day in our house. I suspected Racheal was whoring herself around him as usual. Girl had no self-respect; I expected nothing more from someone who was screwing the driver in the garage.

When I saw Makele this morning, I remembered that I had made a mental note over the weekend to reconcile with him. He was my main source, if not for the fact he refused to sell to me, I wouldn't be tolerating that wretch insults.

I had told myself I was never going back there. That was the limit. I could not possibly have lost my self-esteem as well.

I watched Makele quietly, waiting for the right moment to approach him; the guy was practically everywhere. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my back.

I turned around, and my jaw dropped. He was the last person I had expected. I was shocked to see him towering over me.

I was numb and speechless as I took in his entire view, paying close attention to every detail. His facial structure, noise, and body movement.

"How are you?" He asked.

Coming from him, I was shocked.

The fact I didn't respond, made him uncomfortable. I noticed it in his body language.

"I still have your stuff, which you paid for. But you will have to come and get it. I can't deal in school." He spoke.

He was unusually calm; there was no frown on his face, nor did I detect any rudeness in his voice. It seemed unlikely.

"Ok." I said, and attempted to walk away, only to be stopped by him. One of my pet peeves, I shot a look at him.

First and foremost, I did not want to be seen with him. Aaliyah won't let me breath. I couldn't afford certain people seeing me with the likes of him.

"What?" I asked.

"I wanted to apologize for the other day. I had no right to talk to you the way I did. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings...,"

"You wish." I cut him off immediately. "Hurt my feelings? Who do you think you are, Jungkook?" I didn't know how I found the voice, but it was long overdue. He intimidated me so much that it hurt to admit that his insults and constant put-downs ruined my mood.

He spoke to me like I was some child, and I was so defenceless around me. Which was extremely unlikely; I was never short of words and always had the perfect comeback, but around him, I felt as if I had lost my voice.