𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

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Well, Hello!☺️❤️

I promised I'd be here so here I am!!!

Y'all, I'm happy to announce that my book and WGSC and NGCS (The Collision series) by dheenmah are in the same fictional world!!! I have a teaser in this chapter, and a HUGER surprise in the next one I'm posting!!!✨

P.S(Remember me and dheemah's timelines are currently different..so don't get confused. In Those Little Things, we're in Second term, but dheemah's babies from WGSC and NGCS are still in their Christmas Break) I still have a lot I may want to work with writers like I_am_Jazzy Rihanna_Adedeji adesewa_x and Iyanuoluwa-Temi I'll dm you guys soon!!❤️

Alright, let's get into it....

                                            ~GIWA~

                             "Giwa?"

Someone called my name, I wasn't exactly sure who, and I really didn't care.

The only person I paid attention to at that moment was Ivandor.

He stood dangerously close to me, looking at me with an expression that was hard for me to comprehend. A painfully impassive expression, to say - one that barely had any enthusiasm in it.

And it only got me thinking..
Was he not happy to see me?

Soon after my name was called by an unknown person, all eyes set on me thereon.

A lot of things made me uncomfortable right now;

One, I was standing on the path that led to the Boys Dorm.

Two, my classmates; I could only make out Yure, Nova, Aaron, Casper, as well as some Class C girls that their names weren't coming to me as at then.

The confusion on their faces on seeing me was hard to ignore. They gathered there on the same path I stood, sitting by the two opposite sides of the pavement, staring at me in disbelief.

Ofcourse, they knew it was unlike me to get into baseless social gatherings, even if Ivandor was involved.

And then again..those headlights...

The headlights that stood tall by the sides of the white three-storey hostel building weren't even trying to help my situation. They shone and sparked ever so brightly over my presence like a spotlight, making it easier for me to be the centre of the damn attraction.

The worst yet..

Ivandor had been standing there, looking at me for what felt like an eternity and not saying a single word.

"I want to talk to you."

That was me, to Ivandor.

Surprisingly, my voice didn't even waver.

Surprisingly.

I mean, the tension in the environment was enough to make me falter. But somehow, somehow, my voice came out as proper and confident as ever.

Ivandor broke his gaze from me, almost dismissively. Almost. He glanced back and forth, from me, to the crowd of our classmates behind us, with a slightly wary look on his face that made me think he probably wasn't comfortable with all their staring too.