chapter 11👏

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David's POV

The events of last night starts playing in my head again. Over and over and over and a thousand times again. I just can't seem to comprehend what happened some hours ago.

Tobi is dead.

Dead.

She's no more.

It must be a joke.

No no they are kidding.

The girl is kuku sick in the head, maybe she slept with the principal too and asked him to do this.

Because that her breast ehn....

Focus idiot. Someone just died and you may be one of the murderers, and you're here thinking of breast.

But it's just so massive.

As the principal continued his speech about their speculations concerning the issue at hand, I carefully the events starts playing in my head as if I were in a cinema, watching the events unfold.

"Guys, I brought the stuff nau." Brother Mayowa said to the five of us, his speech slurring as he spoke.

He's the third person on charge of the hostel and also the youngest male hostel staff. He's supposed to be the role model but he's far from that.

He drinks heavily and last night in particular, he gave us drinks too!

"Mayor," Michael beckoned using the nick name he told us to refer him as.
"You think say we go fit drink this thing?"

"Sure thing na, except if you don't have the balls to do it."

"Okay o." Debola added.

I went to call the boys so we can all do that girl together. I know she's in Jss3 but that's not what is paining me most.

It's the fact that she said me I did not satisfy her.

That girl was truly mad. Very crazy sef, insulting my manhood. My thing sef is bigger than her brain.

Ode girl.

We all drank the stuff in the empty at the hostel and we were all laughing in our drunken state.

The events of last night became blurry and I couldn't seem to fish it out in my memory.

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