Gamed

Fourteen.

I walked briskly yet angrily to where Susan was at the food vendor. She had her mouth full of mince pie. "Susan, what was that for?!" I placed my hands in akimbo as I glared at her.

"What was what for?" She marred her brows in utter perplexity. Apparently, she was playing charade with me.

"Don't do that with me again. I sincerely didn't like it." I was obviously infuriated.

After Samson had told me why he was moody, I was dumbfounded. Words found itself difficult to come out of my mouth. The only inappropriate thing I could do at the moment was to scurry away without any words of sympathy coming from me. How dreadful of me! Certainly, after what happened earlier today, Samson probably might see me in a different perspective.

"But..." Susan started to say after a long pause. "Anyways, I only did what I thought was best." She shrugged innocently.

"Well," I took my seat beside her. "You thought wrong." I rolled my eyes at her.

She scoffed.

I roamed my eyes around. "Have you seen Ola?"

"Nope. And I don't care." She responded nonchalantly.

I glared at her as I pouted my lips.

"What? Don't give me that look."

I rolled my eyes. "I hope he's not still mad at me." I said more to myself, as I roamed my eyes worriedly.

There was a comfortable silence that percolated between me and Susan, before she decided to speak up.

"So...ain't you gonna have lunch?" She cocked a brow at me.

"Nah...I'm fine." I simply replied.

"Yeah, that reminds me. Why was or is...Samson moody?"

"Uhm...it's–"

"Well well..." Wale and his squads strutted towards us. Wale had a smug look on his face. "Look who's here, if it's not the lesbian and her sex partner." He placed one leg on the desk and rested his two arms on it, looking directly into my eyes.

What! Did he just refer to us as lesbians?

"Lesbians?!" I threw daggers at him. "Did you just call us lesbians as in...lesbians?"

"Duh! Which other girls are here asides from you two?" He said indifferently.

I narrowed my eyes at him. I wasn't in the mood to start exchanging words with him. Scratch that! I was in fact not in the mood for him. "What do you want?" I asked dryly.

"You." He blurted out.

"Ah, here we go again." I muttered with a faint sigh.

"What was that, princess?"

"I said, get out." I pouted my lips at him.

He burst out in an annoying laughter. "Get out?" He found himself saying. "Wait, who do you even think you are?" His laughter had died down and was now replaced with a scowl on his face. "Because a handsome guy is even managing..." He looked at me with so much disdain. "Managing to ask you out, that's why you're now forming. Your sister is way better than you sef."

I snapped my head at him as I heard his last statement. "Wow. So you say she's "way" better right? Then why don't you go ask her out and stop pestering my life. I no gree. Shey na by force?"

"I wonder o." Susan whispered, but I heard it and I was pretty sure he did too 'cause of the way he looked at her.

"Hey. See nobody put your mouth. If you talk again, I would slap you."