Finding Her Inner Self

Chapter Eight ✨

||Chapter Eight||

Ire.
I parked my car in front of my three bedroom apartment feeling chuffed to bits as I eventually got out walking into the house. Transferring all the way from London was a huge deal for me and a set back because I was unable to finish with the set of graduating students back home.

It's been a while I visited Nigeria and while I'm here throughout  the period I'm studying I need to get my life back and find my way around here but it's not that easy when you've lived in Britain for all your life.

My phone rang and I saw I was getting a call from my best friend Eric. I picked it up with a frown on my face as I heard him speak

"Where are you?" I demanded

"I'm knackered dude" he slurred on the phone making me roll my eyes as I took in a deep breath.

"I'm so miffed right now, because you made me leave a pretty girl on our date" I said feeling pissed.

"I'm sorry Will, really I didn't mean to ruin your date" he apologized his words slurred.

"Just where are you?" I asked with a sigh

"Over hereee" he exclaimed over the phone making me turn my head to meet his.

He was sprawled over on my front door talking tosh into the phone, I shook my head as I walked towards him tapping him.

"Hey, Hey. Eric you alright?" I asked as I smelt the alcohol off him.

"Ugh, you stink" I said scrunching up my nose in disgust.

"Will, I think I've lost the plot" he groaned as he clung to me.

"Tosser" I cussed as I helped to lift him up.

I heard him laugh before he finally passed out, I opened the door walking into my furnished apartment with a passed out Eric throwing him on the couch. I walked into the kitchen to get myself something to drink as I thought about Mobola.

She was entirely different from all of the girls I've met and I just always want to be around her.

I'm so pissed at Eric for ruining our date because I was starting to really enjoy myself. I looked towards the living room sighing as I saw my best friend mumbling incoherent words in his drunken state.

Both our lives have been miserable most especially Eric ever since we moved to Nigeria, who spends most of his nights at parties and bars.

Eric and I have been best friends since kindergarten and I consider him more as a brother than a friend, he was also a Nigerian-British with his Dad being British and his Mom Nigerian.

Eric and I have gone through a lot and it's brought us where we are now. I went upstairs to get him a blanket because it would be impossible for me to carry him all up to his room because trust me Eric weighs a ton.

I immediately covered him up with the blanket before walking up to my room to take a shower with a certain girl on my mind.
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"Wake uppp!"
"Ire, come on we're gonna be late for class"
I opened my eyes slightly to see a disheveled looking Eric pacing up and down my room. I adjusted myself properly sitting up as I stared at him yawning.

"Good Morning" I greeted with a small smile.

"Morning, Now hurry" he answered as he went into my bathroom to get his toothpaste.

"Aren't you hung over?" I asked slightly cocking my head to the side.

"Oh I am. I'm just trying to get the hang of it" he answered coming out of my bathroom.