My Wattpad life

Chapter Eleven

Amy: He said what?!!

I had just finished telling Amy all about my discussion with Faruq.

We were supposed to be in a visual arts class right now but I don't think I can wait any longer to tell her.

Niyi: Don't make me type it again :-(

Amy: That's amaze balls!
Sad that Chinyere is fighting with him but still...
Totally cool.

Niyi: That's not the only thing that happened today though.

I was totally going to tell her about what went on, on Wattpad today.

Amy: What happened?

Niyi: I asked A few users in Wattpad to read my book.

Amy: Please don't tell me that you did what I think you did.

Niyi: What do you mean?

Amy: You read their books, right?

Niyi: Yeah so

Amy: You weren't genuine, were you?

Niyi: No... Not really.
But it doesn't really matter does it...

Amy: I used to do this.
Watching videos, liking them and leaving comments only to get noticed.

I frowned. That wasn't really what I was doing.
Was it?

Niyi: You make it sound like I'm a Chronic liar.

Amy: You're acting a bit like one.

Niyi: I'm sure the writers won't even care?

Amy: We'll see Niyi. We'll see.
I'll be here to say I told you so.

Niyi: Whatever.

I went offline and back into my Google class. A few students were asked questions about painting and sketches.

Was Amy really right? Was my plan to get more reads going to backfire in my face because it was terrible?

I guess only time will tell.

***

I was in my room, writing down my assignment. A class had just ended and everyone was going haywire in the Google class.

"Ding, ding, ding, fourth period" A jobless student announced .

Since my teacher isn't here yet, I might as well sneak off to WhatsApp to check Status updates right.

It's not like anyone can catch me, right?

I checked Dena's Status update first.

She had posted a few pictures of herself, and added a meme too.

It had a picture of a blonde haired girl pulling her hair in frustration and A caption that read;

"Me, right before a Further math exam"

I smiled. Trust Dena to hit the nail right on the head. I don't think that there's any further math student that can't relate to that.

I was smiling and laughing at status updates until I saw Faruq's.

He had taken my advice and apologised to Chinyere.

Please don't skip this babe.

I wish I was the one that he was calling that. I frowned a bit before reading on.

I'm really in love you with you.
And I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise.
I promise not to give you any reasons to doubt me anymore.
I even wrote a poem for you.

The next status update was a poem written in Senorita font and on a pink heart covered back ground.

It was titled smitten.

Smitten
Written by a hopeful boy to a beautiful star.

It hurt too much to keep reading this, but I was too curious to stop.

A wayward boy
Who knew nothing but fun.
Till he met a pretty girl
Who laughed at his every pun.
He had no idea of what love could mean.
Till he met a gentle dove
The gender of a she.

Smitten by her looks
Frozen by her stare,
He knew not what all these meant until he had met her.
Shaken by his anxiety
Surprised by his new found feelings.
He put on a brave front.
Determined to let it slip not.

After many challenges
And several circumstances,
He realised the truth of the entire matter.
Smitten he was by his one love, true beauty.
Smitten he was by her love for complete purity.

The stanzas were uploaded separately because of the length of the poem. I but my lip letting the poem sink in but not having the guys to read it again.

Had he already realised that he likes Chinyere more than his "secret crush"

Was their relationship set in stone, was there no chance for me.

I sighed when I read the next status update deciding that it has answered my questions.

I am the wayward boy Chinyere and you are the dove in the poem.
Please forgive me.

My phone before and at the top of the screen I read;

Messages from Faruq.

I checked them deciding that things couldn't get any worse.

I hope I haven't jinxed things by just thinking that.

Faruq: Thank God.
I've been waiting for you to see my Status for hours now.

Faruq: How is it?

Faruq: Amy thinks that it's the sweetest poem I've ever written.

I'll strangle Any later. Right now, I have a star struck boy to deal with.

Niyi: It's pretty sweet.

Niyi: Does she like it?

Faruq: I have good News and bad news.

Okay...

Niyi: Start with the good news.

Faruq: The good News is that she loves the poem and is ready to give "us" a chance.

It's seriously only God giving me the grace to have this kind of conversation with the boy I've been crushing on since Js3.

Niyi: That's great.
But what's the bad news?

Faruq: She wants me to give her some time to think about things.
She needs a little break from our relationship.

I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down before typing.

Niyi: Sorry to hear that.

Faruq: Actually, it'll do me some good.
Now, I can figure out how I really feel.

Niyi: Are you sure?
That poem made it look like you couldn't live without her.

Faruq: I don't know Niyi,
I'm just confused I guess.

That means I do have a chance then. But I want Faruq to make this decision in his own. Im.not going to push him or try and convince.

It's possible that I'm not even the one he's obsessing over.

Niyi: Take your time Faruq.
Remember life isn't an Archie comic.

He sent me three laughing emoji before sending his next message.

Faruq: Thanks Niyi.
I'll let you and Amy know if anything changes.

Niyi: Ok ;-)

I went off offline laying back on my bed and shutting my eyes.

Why did guys have to be so blind sometimes?