Forever His

Chapter Seventeen

Pic above is Victoria

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A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts as I stood up to open the door. I looked through the peephole first before unlocking the door.

Funke was standing there, her backpack slung over her shoulder looking as casual as ever. Her sweatpants with a black tanktop and her long hair packed up. What caught my eye most was her glasses. I never see her wear them.

"You're wearing your glasses," I pointed out as I made way for her to come in.

She shrugged as she walked straight to my room. I shook my head and proceeded to lick the door back.

"Wait!" Someone yelled from outside and I stopped what I was doing.

Maya's face was the first thing I saw when I opened the door again slightly.

"Maya?" I asked, suprised to see her.

"Hey," she said as she pushed her way into my house. She had a backpack resting on her shoulders like Funke and she was dressed casually. Blue shorts and a white T.

Josephine appeared too and my eyes widened in shock.

What is going on here?

"Hey," Jo greeted as she pushed her way in just like what Maya had just done.

I quickly locked my door and I turned to look at them. Funke had just reappeared from my room.

I quirked a brow at Funke and she shrugged, "Well I just thought, the more the merrier." She smiled widely.

I looked at Maya and Jo. Well it's not a bad idea.

"Give me a heads up next time will you?" I rolled my eyes and made my way over to my kitchen.

Jo was also dressed casually but instead of sweatpants she was actually wearing short shorts, as in shorts that expose a great deal of your thighs.

I scanned her from head to toe, suprised that she could pull it off, especially given the fact that we were in the middle of raining season.

"You've got balls," I said to her as I passed her.

"Exactly what I told her." Maya dropped her bag on my chair.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Jo asked, confusion written on her face.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong," I turned around to look at her, "it's just that, we're in Nigeria, anyone-" I paused, rethinking my words, "no any old person that sees you dressed like that suddenly thinks you're rebellious."

"Plus, you're Josephine, you're the perfect daughter, you're not supposed to wear shorts." Maya stated.

Jo's face was a mixture of different emotions but uncertainty was more prominent.

"What do you mean by she's the perfect daughter?" I went to sit on my couch.

This sounds interesting.

Jo sighed, "Well," she started, coming to sit beside me, "My parents always believed that I'm perfect you know, the perfect grades, perfect body, doesn't make trouble plus a perfect boyfriend but in all honest, it's tiring. That's why I decided to try shorts today and in tired of caring what people say about me."

"Do what pleases you dear," I laughed, "I remember when I first moved here, going to classes and all that, I used to wear short shorts and skirts a lot but the day I stopped was when I went to the market in shorts and o overhead some old women talking about me."