𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

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This chapter is dedicated to ComfortableShows for the amazing cover.

Enjoy.

#ftr (hashtag fast time reader) If you're reading this for the first time.

#rr (hashtag re-reading) if you're reading this more than once :-)

Not edited, planning to edit it but not on Wattpad..

I also didn't know the rules of writing back then, and just wrote the story I had in my head. So ignore whatever errors you see ❤

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|| Eno's POV ||

I sat squeezed between two of my best friends, even though I had three. The classroom’s shiny desks and seats were arranged in sets of threes, so someone always had to be left out.

Just ten more minutes!

I stared at the clock like it owed me money. I couldnʼt wait for class to end. Thank goodness there was no basketball practice today. Normally, Coach Solomon Dike would have us running laps every Thursday and Friday like we were training for the Olympics. But today, it seemed he had better plans. Or maybe he just woke up in a good mood.

Six more minutes!

Alex Pollyn, my boyfriend, and also the school’s head boy, had whispered something to me this morning. His exact words were: “Eno, could you meet me after school? I want to take you somewhere to discuss something important.”

My heart had been on butterflies ever since.

Four more minutes!

I wasnʼt stupid. It was obvious what he meant. Weʼd been dating for two years and not once had he said the actual words. Not I like you, not I care about you, but the big one. I remembered when it all began, back in SS1. He’d approached me after practice, and said heʼd liked me since JSS. Since then, itʼd been just us.

Two more minutes!

I could already imagine it; Alex standing in front of me, looking nervous but serious, telling me how much he loved me. My stomach did a small, shy flip.

One more minute!

I looked at my three best friends. Osas and Sofia were beside me, and Shade sat right in front, eyes fixed on the teacher. I tried to focus like them, but I might as well have been trying to grow the wings mother always warned me about.

RING!

The bell echoed through the room like music from heaven. I stood up sharply, grabbed my silver backpack from under the desk, and headed straight for the door.

But someone called my name.

I turned to see my girls walking toward me. Osas reached me first, wrapping both hands around my arm like she was afraid I would vanish. She was always touchy. Sofia stood beside her, arms crossed with one eyebrow raised. And Shade? She didnʼt even look up from her book.