BFFs: troubles within A Year

1. Meet The IMAS

"The person whose location you requested has been found." the IT consultant says tapping the laptop's screen.

"Okay, so where is he?"  the young man, probably in his early twenties bites into an apple with his legs crossed on a coffee table sitting in the middle of the room.

"He's in Abuja, Nigeria, Kuje to be precise. He has a wife and a fourteen year old daughter. He's a retired soldier who's presently into business while his wife is a fashion designer. Their daughter attends a school in Kuje, Aflon Digital Academy. She has a best friend named Fatima Abba Sulayman, you can follow them on Instagram to see their pictures but for now can you make do with this ones?"  the IT consultant zooms on the picture of a family of three and another picture of two young girls. The young man looks at the picture, disgust covering his entire face.

So the man has the guts to even get married and have a daughter. But now he won't even know what's about to hit him. A smirk takes over his facials at that thought.

"Ryan! Ryan!" he shouts his butler's name and a man in his late thirties scurries into the study.

"Get me and my sister's clothes ready and call Abdullah here. We'll be paying a visit to a special somebody." he said, a smirk marring his face as he throws the apple up then catches it before biting into it again.

"Okay sir." the butler replies bowing his head down then leaves. An hour later, a young man in his late thirties appears all clad in a black suit and white button up shirt underneath the suit. He has tanned skin and slits for eyes. His long legs are trapped in black suit pants and his feet are clad in black italian leather shoes.

"You called for me?" he settles on the chair opposite the young man.

"Yes, i found him and I'm going to Nigeria with her, take care of everything here before I come back, it might take a while before I come back." the young man stands up and leaves the room.

"okay sir."

Fatima's POV

"You better get the hell out of here!" Halima snapps at Alex. He immediately leaves the biology lab knowing that he has triggered Halli's anger and also knowing fully well that her anger is quite bad. He and even I have been victims of Halli's anger.

He was busy calling us lesbians for being in the biology lab alone together. Can you believe how dumb boys can be?

We continue writing our notes and listening to Seniorita by Camilla Cabello and Shawn Mendes. When we finish our notes, we switch off our biology teacher's phone, connect to to its charging cord since its battery is almost flat, then leave the lab.

On our way back we see our biology teacher, Mr Micheal walking in pur opposite direction.

"Good afternoon Sir." We greet him simultaneously, ducking our heads low in supposed respect.

"Afternoon. Did you leave the phone to charge like i asked you to?" he inquires in his thick Scottish accent.

"Yes sir." Our reply is in chorus, as though planned.

"Good, your form master has decided to use the free period, he's taking the Geography students as we speak. " he continues walking making us turn on our spot such that his back is facing us.

"Okay Sir, thank you. But we're not Geography students." Halli answers for us.

"okay since you're free right now come and help me take some books to Jss3 diamond." he gestures with his hand still walking in the direction of his office, the biology lab.

We follow him, laughing lowly at his baggy trousers. Mr Micheal is a fair tall slim Scottish man. He has a sharp jaw and a long beard covering it which Juniors like to pull. He is quite friendly with students compared to all the other teachers we had in Aflon. And he's not the type of person that demands respect, though students still respect him anyways.

Once we reach his office he gives us two piles of notebooks and we collect them, one person with one pile each. We take them to Jss3 diamond and stroll back to our class, chatting along the way. We both sit on our various seats. Yes, we both sit in different places. Halli always sits in the middle row, third seat. I on the other hand, always sit at the back of the first tow from the left.

This is so that we don't get distracted during classes. It was Halli's idea after we both flunked in Jss2, it seems like a long time ago now.

Not long after, the Geography teacher, Mr Chinonso, a fair tall muscular Igbo man in his late thirties, leaves.

I open our gulma notebook that has THE IMAS PROPERTY, DO NOT TOUCH inscribed boldly on it in black ink and scribble 'i need your chemistry notebook' and pass it to the person by my right so she can pass it to Halli. They're used to this kind of things by now so she just passes it on.

I keep my eye on the hardcover we designed with thick cardboard paper and glitter till it reaches Halli.

Yes, we call ourselves IMAS. This is because we both have IMA ending our names. Stupid, yes I know but we like it anyways.

Do we have an assignment ne?

Halli's clear handwriting reads and I sigh. She should just give me the book.

No, but there are rumors that we might have a test tomorrow. They said Mrs Barkidi told SS1 science A's class rep.

I pass the note again and instead of writing and passing it back like I expected, she comes together with the note.

"Keh Teemo shine baki fada min bah? Da kenan karatu zakiyi ki barni koh? {Hey Teemo why didn't you tell me? So you were going to read and leave me behind right?}." I roll my eyes at Halli, dramatic as usual.

"Aren't we going home together?" she narrows her eyes at me. How did we become best friends again? Oh, yeah. I remember.

"Halli don't be dramatic. Bah ma fah karatun zanyi bah {I wasn't even going to read}. I wanted to make sure my note is up to date." Halli nods. Amongst us both I'm the unserious one.

She leaves and comes back later with the said chemistry note in her hand. It looks a bit haphazard. Amongst us both, I'm neater. I'm literally obsessed with my things. Once you touch my things, it automatically becomes yours.