Crimson High (Completed)

Chapter Twenty Five

This chapter is dedicated to beautyprincess06
Let's thank her for having me post this chapter tonight ❤

Secondly, I awkwardly met someone I've been stalking for like months and all I did was smile.... And then walk away. Am I not wonderful?

Last, next update probably next week Monday 😑😑

Let's dig in already!

*picture of Noah above. Feel free to love him as much as I do*

~°AKUM°~

I sit at the back seat of the car, staring out the window and wondering how Chantelle of all people could do such a thing to me. She is a bitch for that!

So funny how a friend can stab you so hard in the back and not even feel a bit bothered about it. I mean, Chantelle is supposed to be my friend but here she is, posing as an enemy. Either ways, I don't have even a second of her time. Let her hug transformer.

I come down from the car as we arrive Matthew's party. He is throwing one today and well, I decided to come. Mum and Dad aren't aware. They'll be back from work much later so I figured, why not go?

I walk into the house and I am greeted by a parlour full of over hyped teenagers having the fun of their lives. I look around and search for my perfect clique and my eyes land of Abim, Waje and a couple of other girls from science class. Boredom has reached h the peak.

I walk over there immediately and my presence is highly acknowledged. We excuse ourselves from the group and we talk about Chantelle's overwhelming behaviour recently.

"You didn't deserve that at all. Is that bitch okay?" Abim barks angrily.

"She is insane!" Waje adds and we all agree.

The party goes on smoothly and people either talk, have pastries, play video games, get drunk or laugh. Typical of Matthew's party, though.

I see Chantelle by the bar area, sipping down some wine whilst staring at her phone. Matthew stares at her like a mumu in love and I feel like slapping him with sense. If not for God, I would walk down there and paste a kiss on his lips. Let see what she'll do about that.

"Hey!"

I look up to see Noah in a black turtle neck shirt and a white ripped jean. He looks hot this evening, not to talk of his breathtaking scent that filled the air as he approached us. Noah Thompson, always finding a way to wow the ladies. So typical.

"Hi, Noah!!" Abim and Chantelle explode in happiness as they smile unstoppably.

What is doing them?

Speaking off, I didn't even mention the Noah's note part of my story to them. I just cropped it out because I don't think I'm ready to tell anyone yet. Not that it's so important but the matter is better off dead.

"Hey, Jennifer!"

I look up with widened eyes, my heart racing immediately as I quickly take a ride down memory lane to Sunday in class where he handed me the note.

Yes, Jennifer. I like you.

"Me?"

"Give me love nwantiti," Abim sings and I nudge her hard on her shoulder.

"Can we talk?" he asks and I murder myself for coming to this party. Jennifer who sent you o!

I nod and we walk out of that area and into a quiet and more peaceful one. It's the one with the billiard game with some boy's playing it and others drinking with cigarettes in their hands.