Chapter 23

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Nnenne was heading down the hall to her lecture room, she could hear murmuring voices as she passed, but she shut her mind to it.

She was close to her lecture hall when a group of guys blocked her. The Head of the group walked in front while the rest followed behind like fly following poop.

It was Ben Ajideke. The school half-cast with a Yoruba father and a white mother. He had thick arched eyebrows with thick lashes that beautified his hazel colored eyes. He was wearing an extremely ironed stripped shirt, the arm lines were too sharp it could kill. It was tucked in to his black fitted corporate trouser with his Gucci belt hanging in the belt loops.

He ran his tongue through his lips as he stared at her. She ignored his lecherous gaze and tried to walk away, but he gripped her arm and pulled her back.

"So you won't let me hit, but you'd get the D from an old man" he said.

Nnenne refused to look up at him. For some reason, she felt too ashamed to. He was the same guy that had been hitting on her for the past 4 plus years and she knew he was happy about what happened to her. He after-all always often taunted her with the name Nun.

"You should've just said you like it rough and I would've given it to you just like that." He said, leering at her and in reaction she lifted her chin and looked at him.

Disgust crossed her face. Since day one, that has always been her reaction whenever their paths crossed. She was disgusted at the fact that someone that handsome could be so ugly hearted.

Being the son of a commissioner, he had everything on a platter of gold and even when he didn't deserve most things, it was bought over for him. That over the years had gotten into his head and made him arrogant.

She gave him a cold stare and tried to walk away yet again. He gripped her wrist tightly this time and pulled her to himself.
"A nasty nun is a lot sexier" he breathed in her ear as she struggled to loosen from his grip.

His cold breath on her skin caused a rush of memories to flash through her mind and fear contorted her face as she began to sob

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His cold breath on her skin caused a rush of memories to flash through her mind and fear contorted her face as she began to sob. He kept watching her struggle with a condescending sneer, while his friends around him giggled and whispered among themselves as if they were enjoying the scene.

Ben felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to receive an unexpected blow that fell heavily on his nose. This left him bleeding and all his friends looking in shock. Reacting to the blow, he immediately let go of Nnenne's wrist and held his nose, wincing in pain.

"What the hell was that for?!" He asked, his face twisted.
"That's for trying to take advantage of a girl! You have luck sef, na your teeth I been dey target!" she replied sharply.
"Let that be a reminder that girls are not powerless" "Idiot!" she said and hissed.

She walked over to Nnenne, who was sobbing and holding her wrist.
"Please, don't mind him." She comforted as she held Nnenne by the shoulder and walked away.
Ben grimaced at them.

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