Highschool Love Story

Chap 10: Threat

Princewill

I regretted following Mike to school early today.

Now, I was stuck in class with practically everyone begging me to explain the maths assignment we were given yesterday.

"...and that's how you get the answer," I finished explaining.

They all thanked me before rushing off to submit their assignments.

"Thank God for this teachers' meeting," Danny said with a loud yawn, stretching his hands in the air.

"Close your gutter, abeg, before you swallow somebody," Janet said, using her maths textbook to slap his mouth shut.

"Ow!" Danny whined.

While they were busy bickering with each other, my eyes remained fixed on the entrance of the classroom.

"Lover boy, who are you looking for?" Mike teased.

I scowled at him.

"Wait, don't tell me," Danny said, turning towards me.

"He likes her." Cynthia giggled.

Amaka and Janet immediately turned their attention towards me.

"Shhhh, nau," I warned.

"You like her, bah?" Janet asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Of course now. Have you not seen how close both of them have become?" Mike winked at me.

I shot him a warning glare.

I had been embarrased enough already.

I laid my head on the table while they continued pestering me with questions until they eventually got tired.

"Guys! Stephanie and her clique are at it again, o!" someone suddenly yelled.

I took a peak and saw Bola—the school's number one gossip queen.

She can gossip for Africa, ehh.

Bola was always at Stephanie's heels, trying to find out her next move and announce it to the entire school.

That was the funny part about her.

But then, she could also be a complete backstabber sometimes.

She could never keep a secret.

Once you told Bola something, just know that before the end of the day, the entire school would know.

A few students weren't interested in whatever she had to say and continued what they were doing.

I laid my head back on the table not caring about what she was happening.

Danny and Mike continued their game, while Amaka, Janet and Cynthia continued their discussion.

"Who are they harassing this time?" a boy ask.

"What's that her name again...? Ah, yes. Adah. And it doesn't look good, o."

At the mention of Adah's name, my head shot up.

Amaka was already on her feet.

"I swear, if that girl touches Adah..." She muttered angrily.

Without wasting another second, we rushed out of the classroom towards where the commotion was happening.

I pushed and squeezed through the crowd.

And what I saw made my blood run cold.

Adah was on the floor.

She looked like she was fighting for air.