The Wrong Crowd [Wattys 2020]

Chapter 7

Dedicated to treazure1607 ❤️❤️

Someone slid a well manicured nail in front of Ore as she filled the first page of her Chemistry manual with utmost care. Ore didn't want to hear that marks had been deducted because she cancelled a part she made mistake in.

That was the excuse some lab attendants used in failing students. They would spell out a lie that the observations the student made was not clearly stated and that, the work was jumbled because of one or two inexplicable errors. Ore was praying fervently that a scenario like that would never play out for her.

Fingers snapped in her face, jolting her back to the present. Ore was honestly not expecting someone to look out for her. Right from day one, she was ignored and treated like an outcast. Even after they had placed her into a group along with the rest of her course mates, she felt out of place. They all chatted amongst themselves on the particular date they were going to take the practical and the measures they were going to use in carrying it out.

All the while, they forgot that she was standing awkwardly in the background. It wasn't up to a full minute, she left them behind and walked a short distance for a breath of fresh air. Ore shifted about in her seat as her honey brown eyes came in contact with who was leaning on the edge of the sturdy table.

The girl was insanely pretty. Her light skin glowed as if she had rubbed cream on it before stepping out. The blue eyed contacts she wore accentuated her clear cut chin and pointed nose. Her lip was coated with a pink lipstick and looked soft as she bit on them. Even the way she was dressed reeked of money.

She had three different piercing on both sides of her ear. There was one on her lobe, another on the upper left corner and yet another adjacent to the first. Her lip ring shone in the bright rays of the sun and Ore felt enthralled just watching the way her fake eyes gleamed a golden hue.

The slay queen had a few coloured bangles on her wrist that looked way too expensive. A silver one stood out for Ore. It was a stark contrast to her skin tone and made attention to be irrevocably drawn to it. Ore gulped as her gaze landed on the babe's hair. She was putting on a 360 lace frontal wig which had blonde highlights.

Ore's mouth was agape and she kept on blinking her eyes repeatedly to ensure she wasn't dreaming. How the hell did this girl even notice her? A voice screamed in her head. She was floating in the air just imagining herself making chit chats with her.

Loud snickers and snide remarks from a few students who were also filling their manual made her smirk. She had forgotten where she was for a moment.

"Hello dear," the slay queen smiled at her and offered her slim hand for a handshake.

Ore looked at her facial expression, then back at the outstretched hand. Without thinking, her sweaty palm clasped the girl's own in a firm handshake and she gave a toothy grin.

"I am Ore, what's your name?" Ore asked offering her a spare seat by her side.

The girl sat down gruffly before introducing herself formally. "My name is Tami, nice to meet you."

"Same here," Ore said before she began flipping through the empty pages of her manual.

"Ehhh, have you filled your manual yet?" Tami asked, seemingly unsure of herself.

"I am doing that now," Ore answered. "Where is yours?"

"Errmm, I haven't bought mine yet as I just resumed today." Ore watched Tami flip her hair before adjusting her yellow button down blouse.

"What?" Ore exclaimed incredulous. She couldn't believe her ears. "Where have you been all this while?"

"I was sent an admission note two days ago," Tami guffawed. "Uniport and their admission wahala na im cause am."
[Uniport and their admission problem is the cause]

Ore found herself laughing at the way the pidgin English rolled off her tongue like a native speaker. But immediately Tami brought out her phone from her pink striped bag, Ore's jaw slackened.

Dami swirled his drink in his glass cup before taking a huge gulp. The dry liquid burned his throat as he swallowed. Goddamn, he felt like his body was on fire.

Philip watched him cautiously as he knew how Dami behaved when he was drunk. He sipped his alcoholic beverage over the rims of his own glass and almost puked when Dami tried to give the girl by his side a sloppy kiss.

The club lights danced around in Dami's eyes and he felt his head swirl. Loud music boomed from the overhead speakers and at the vantage point he was sitted, he spotted DJ exclusive switching gears on a cd plate.

Dami gave him a light wave as soon as the skinny dude spotted him and he bowed his head in obeisance. The sides of Dami's lips twitched, no one knew that it was his father that owned Zarangoza. The club was built out of the old man's sweat and he cherished it out of all his establishments. Dami frequented the place once in a while to check on the running of things but he never stayed too long.

He was always careful anytime he went for a night out with his paddies. His dad had warned him that any careless act of his could cause a downfall in business. Dami also feared making outward appearances at occasions apart from the usual parties because he knew that there were dudes that eyed his position. They wanted the glory and fame his father had and they were willing to take out every obstacle that stood in their way. Including him.

Dami's fingertips trailed on the inside of Shade's thick thighs. Shade was putting on a short pink gown that had a huge slit by the side, showing off her rich, milky skin that Dami admired. Dami felt his dick throb in his jeans as Shade sipped her cranberry juice and smacked the remainder off her lips. The girl was driving him insane.

Her perk nipples stood at attention as she hadn't considered wearing a bra. Dami didn't mind as the dress didn't require one. The front part of Shade's gown had a low cut that showed off some of her cleavage. Shade seemed oblivious to the blatant stares other guys at the club were giving her, instead she twirled her hips in tune with the blaring music.

"Dami boi," Philip cheered amidst the rampant noise. The whole place was rowdy with couples either grinding to the beat or hailing themselves as more and more drinks were brought to their table. This would mean good business for his father.

Dami gave Philip a toothy grin as his head swelled with pride. Dami loved when his friends saluted him by calling his nickname. He loved hearing praises roll off their tongue, it made him feel a sense of accomplishment.

His gaze strayed to where a couple of girls were huddled in a corner, a few of them were twerking, their ass cheeks vibrating and clapping to the rhythm. Dami's wet tongue trailed over his lips as he began to imagine all the bad things he wanted to do to each of them. He could book a threesome in one of the luxurious hotels and when he was done having his fun, he would pay them off for their services.

Shade noticed that Dami was no longer paying attention to her and she stood up and brought her fat ass closer to his face. She began to lower the upper part of her body and whine her tiny waist. Dami muttered a 'fuck me' under his breath and grabbed her ass.
He wasn't high yet but he felt as if he was on cloud nine.

Shade pressed onto his hard dick and teased him. Philip who had been watching the scene from a safe distance, felt a bit disgusted and turned around to leave when his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. Dami was too busy thinking of the appropriate sex style that would be good enough for Shade, he didn't notice that Philip had quietly slipped away.

A little shake here and there prompted Dami in tracing his fingertips on Shade's lace panties. It was too easy to get in and even if he wanted, he could have her right there on the dance floor not minding the probing eyes. It was gradually getting to that point.

Shade grinned devilishly as she continued to ride her butt in Dami's face while the lot of girls who had winked at him, stared on jealously.

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Author's note: who doesn't like a bad boy like Dami in their life?