It All Started With A DM....

Chapter 15 💙

This chapter is dedicated to chiomachris
For always encouraging me 😈 my wattpad lesson teacher. And also to XoIshratXo
For always dropping comments. 💜💜💜

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Olivia being the wildest among us wanted us to put clubbing as our major priority.

"we can't keep on doing that all the time " Debra objected.

I personally didn't like going clubbing all the time. Whenever we went to any, Olivia would always come back drunk and it annoyed me like crazy.

While Debra and Olivia argued about it and Aisha was asleep, I picked up my phone to chat since I was bored.

It had been long I last chatted with Timi Lamar, after I asked him his name last year, he simply sent :

"my name is Timi Lamar "

I was so angry because he was obviously teasing me, I blocked him without thinking both on Fb and on IG. It was three months already. While watching as Olivia bossily gave unreasonable reasons why we need to keep on clubbing, I decided to unblock my long time stalker. After unblocking him on FB, I sent a friend request. I did the same unblocking on IG. Then I slept off.

Some minutes later, I woke up to Aisha's ranting on the poor design on her gown she had just collected from her tailor.
I ignored her as I took up my phone... Yunno when you just wake up from sleep , you won't bother checking if you're alive, you'll just start pressing phone.

I had new followers on IG.. Good.
I went to Fb.. Timi Lamar accepted my request already, smiling for no reason I checked if he sent a message but he didn't. I swallowed my pride and sent an "Hey", he was online, cool.

Some seconds later, I got a message from him and some other people, as usual I ignored theirs but checked Timi's, he also sent an "Hey".... Ordinary 'hey'. He was just so full of himself. I was cooking up insults to send to him when Aisha's clothe slapped my face

"what did I do na" I cried

"did you see the abomination of a dress that tailor sewed for me... It's a poor design and she knows quite well I do rich things. I have to return it ASAP and you're coming with me " Aisha growled.

" Aisha, I don't have to go with you na, your wahala is too much " I grumbled.

Some minutes later, I found myself going out of school with Aisha to her tailor's house to rain the world's insult on her. Walking reluctantly behind Aisha, I checked if Timi Lamar had sent a message but he hadn't and that was what pushed me to get to know him more.. Wait why isn't he trying hard to give a whole Benita Modupe attention.. The whole only daughter of one of the most well to do men in Lagos... Me!

"Hey.. Just 'hey' Seriously, is that all? "

I sent the text to him in anger as I almost stumbled behind a furious Aisha who was about to start world war III because of her dress.

" lol... Gimme your number boss lady "

The goat asked for my number, he had the guts to. I pressed my phone in annoyance hoping he would feel the pain wherever he was. I had once told Aisha about him, she asked me to block him saying he might be one of those poor people littered on the streets of Lag... Well, I did block him after all.

"Aisha, you remember that fine stalker guy on fb? He just asked for my number " I said as I cut Aisha complaints on the skill less tailors we have in our generation. She sent me a death glare as it dawned on her that I wasn't interested in her rubbish clothe.