Chapter 5- Three things about you

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We shared a drink

That was a first

But for once I hoped

it wouldn't be our last

Cause for a moment

I forgot my dark life










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April Waje.


To everyone, she's the hottest teenager celebrity. First class model, star cover of classy brands and magazines, picture perfect infact, everyone's dream girl.

But to Yara Williams and to anyone else who dared to look past her fame, peachy pearly smiles and perfect model. April Waje was actually the most meanest evil that could be seen in daylight. She could crumble your entire world with her peachy smiles and stab you painfully to your front while complimenting how beautiful your dress looks.

That was April. The one beside the light-skinned curly dark haired guy with coffee eyes, smiling like the whole world caught her fancy. Yara quickly retreated her steps backwards as the girl's attention zapped at her.

Not that she was scared of April. No, she wasn't scared of anyone especially people who rolled with Zaria Omah. Thinking of Zaria, she hadn't shown up since the soiree began..no one cares though, seeing one devil was actually a workload to her already. Anyway, once, she had made April's life miserable. It wasn't something she was all proud of but she had gotten used to putting up a font that nothing ever moved her

Especially when April had fought back at her for the first time, when she had seen that April had her demons which she hid perfectly under those pearly white toothy smiles. Images of April occupied her thoughts and the most thought that clouded her reasoning was 'what the hell was delivery guy doing with the witch?

She rummaged through the clutch purse which she carried around, digging out a mirror from the little bag as she stared at her reflection trying hopelessly to wear a wide smile

Was it her smiles?

What could even make him seem so fascinated in what the chirpy devil talked about

Most of all, why was she getting all worked up?

She sighed, she has been acting weird and weirder each passing minute. One second she was lost staring at the guy with the coffee black eyes and the next minute she was getting pissed off at seeing him with someone else.

There was nothing on him, so her mind told her

First of all, he claimed to be a fucking realist with his delusional thinking. Secondly, he seemed so silly to her. Thirdly, she barely knew him. Heck! She didn't even want to.yet, the tugging at her heart, the pulls and his aura made her think otherwise.

She rubbed her palms on her temples in a sober manner, she must have gone insane thinking about the delivery boy with the curly hair and coffee dark orbs. She plunged her hands into the clutch purse again, bringing out the familiar orange bottle which had the pills, Benny must have forgotten to take them along with her earlier today when she got unconscious..taking a deep breath, she poured a handful of dosage on her palms , raising her hands to her lips to plunge them in just when a hand swatted hers

"What the hell..." she stopped midway through her sentence, eyeing the guy towering in front of her with a frown.

"You seem to be having the time of your life here?" Yara could feel the sacarsm dripping on the words and of course didn't bother to dignify his question.  He  sat beside her, picking the  pocket mirror from her thighs and staring at himself in mock intrest

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