𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚| 2

31: Birthday Party🎂🥂

Chapter dedicated to each and every one of my readers and friends who keep being so fuqing supportive!! Thank you, i love you!♥️♥️

Kam

"You got the camera ready?" I asked Kosi.

She beamed at me, giving me the thumbs up sign, phone in her hands.

Behind her, Lola was seconds away from squealing like an overexcited hamster.

"Guy, hurry up, let's get this over with. I gats sleep." Jemi moaned from where he was sprawled lazily on the floor in a corner of Asa's room, earning a brutal kick from Kosi.

"Shut up, Jem! You'll wake her up!" She whispered harshly.

Jemi groaned in pain, rubbing the sore spot on his leg where Kosi just kicked him.

"The cake?" I asked Lola.

"Jordan is getting it on his way back from the gym."

I nodded appreciatively.

"Decorations? Presents?"

"Osahon and Dave are on it!" She informed me.

Good good. This plan might actually work.

In case you're wondering, it's Tuesday, the twenty-second of December...

Asa's birthday.

Of course, she didn't know I knew that today was her birthday. I had done some Facebook and IG stalking to check out when her birthday was, looong before we even started dating. I had had to ask Tasha, her cousin, Kosi and even Jemi for possible ways to surprise her.

And that's the reason why we were gathered in her room at six in the morning.

"And before you ask, I've secured passes to After Parte already."

He didn't have to, but Amir had gone and got us passes to After Parte. A hip and popping underage nightclub, well-known throughout Nigeria.

The Cubana and Quilox for rich teenagers.

But I wasn't even going to ask him shit because we were currently having beef.

Amir was my best friend... At least, among the group. And everybody knew it.

So why the hell did he have to fall in love with my girlfriend? And even worse, kiss her behind my back, in two instances when I was literally just twenty feet away.

The betrayal hurt worse than a bitch and the only thing stopping me from going ape-shit on his ass was old times sake.

In many ways, I knew he probably felt guilty about the whole thing but I wasn't going to have that shit.

What's done is done.

Lately, he wasn't making any more passes on Asa, which I was more than grateful for. I wasn't blind to the fact that he was rarely ever home anymore, and when he was around the house, he either holed himself up in his room, working on his music, or was busy doing God-knows-what with the girls he brought back home some nights.