Crimson High (Completed)

Chapter Nineteen

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~°AKUM°~

The cold morning greets me harshly and I cuddle up in the warm fury duvet along with Miss Betty, Chantelle and Abim. Aunt Zara, Seun and Waje sleep on the other bed.

I keep digging into the warm sheets till the alarm goes on and I groan in annoyance. It's loud enough to wake only Miss Betty as she stands up and taps the others.

Reluctant but having to anyways, I sit up on the bed and stretch, yawning loudly and opening my eyes. Miss Betty turns the lights on and everybody jerks awake.

"What's the time?" Aunt Zara asks sleepily and I check my phone.

"Seven forty," I reply.

Well, the first part of the competition starts today. Twelfth February. Today is the day I freeze to death from anxiety and my tongue gets stuck in my throat. Also the day Chantelle dies of hot boys and Abim meets new ballerz as she calls them.

"Everyone get ready," Miss Betty announces.

Well, there happens to be one shower and we all take turns using it. Since I'm the one giving the speech, I go first. When I'm done, Miss Betty hands me my own T-shirt, with the inscription of Crimson High's logo and the motto of the school and coloured red. Expect no nonsense from a school this rich, high and classy. When I say this shirt is top notch, I am not joking.

I fit it with a black ripped jean, pack my hair in a huge bun and curl my edges. I put on my black converse, spray my perfume, puck up my phone and stare at myself in the mirror.

"Check on the boys," Miss Betty instructs and I head out of the room for the next one.

Well, we have quite a busy hallway as everyone roams about in their respective school printed T-shirts. I just knock slightly before pushing the door open and walking in.

"Are you - "

I get caught off when I see nobody in the room, apart from Noah Thompson who sits on the bed tying the lace of his black trainers. He looks up at me before widening his eyes in surprise and standing up.

To be honest, Noah looks hot. As in hotttt. He wears the uniform red shirt which suits his body perfectly with a somewhat skinny loose black jean and a wrist watch he's been wearing since yesterday. It's gold, fancy and should cost much. He has already perfected his ohsogorgeous hair as every strand stands beautifully and curled up on his head. As expected, his perfume fills the air and he just stands there, looking at me.

I cough a bit.

"Miss Betty said to......check on the boys," I say.

"Th - they - " he stutters. "They just left now," he replies finally.

"Okay," I reply simply and turn to go but then he calls me back.

"Mm?" I ask, widening my eyes a bit and raising a brow, somewhat shocked by his bravery.

"About last week...I was just having a lot on me. It's complicated though, I - "

"Noah, come and - " Israel looks at me with a surprised face as he realizes my presence. "Oh...Akum. What's up?" he asks, averting his gaze from Noah to me and then Noah again with a confused face.