𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 (𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 #𝟻)

Chapter 10

I told y'all from the beginning of this book that I'd be updating as the spirit leads😎. So if the spirit doesn't lead me to update in 2 weeks, I won't update na 🤣🤣🤣. I can imagine your faces now. I give updates like twice in a week and that should do. I'm trying na... Abi?

Who likes the GIF up in the media 🌚🌚? Do you want one just like it?

Who is ready to dive into Jamal's mind?😏😏

Let's dive!!!

↭Jamal↭

White.

That's all I was seeing staring back at me.

White.

I held my paint brush and palette filled with so many colours but I wasn't painting anything. The canvas was white and blank, nothing was on it, not even a drop of paint. And that is how it has been for the past hour. I wasn't getting any inspiration and it was frustrating.

"Fück!" I cussed, dropping the palette and paint brush on the table with a clang. I exhaled deeply, leaning my weight on the table with my hand.

I was gradually loosing it. I had been on the field earlier today for sport practice of football and basket ball but I wasn't my self at all. If I wasn't drifting off mid way into my thoughts, I was unnecessarily distracted. After flopping more than 50% of the goal for my team, Coach asked me to take a breather.

I needed the breather. I needed a place to think and clear my raging thoughts. The only place I could think of was the art studio mostly because I haven't been here for a while. So, I went there, hoping to paint, to take my mind off everything. But it was like hitting another brick wall because I have been here for an hour and a half and I have not done anything.

It was fucking frustrating.

Was this how much he had affected me? Basically paralyzing every form of sensible and reasonable thought from my mind. Making me a zombie of some sort. It was upsetting, that even after all these years, he was still able to infiltrate my mind and turn my mind upside down.

Is that how bad he had damaged me?

I heard the door behind me open and close but didn't look back. It was probably one of those juniors that feel the Art studio is a play ground. I honestly didn't want anyone around. I wasn't in the mood.

"Whoever you are, you should leave." I said without looking back.

"Even me?" The voice jerked me out of my reverie and I spun around a speed I didn't even know I had. Elyon was standing just by the door, looking at me, intently. I opened my mouth but my words were caught in my throat.

My eyes unconsciously assessed her. She was in a red armless Jersey I recognized to be one I had given her some time ago and black spandex with sport sneakers. I needed no soothsayer to tell me she was just coming back from sport practice. I licked my lips involuntarily.

My girlfriend is Hot. Even without trying.

"Do you want me to leave?" Her voice tore through my reverie and I looked at her, confused. "Do you want me to leave?" She repeated and I quickly shook my head. The last thing I wanted was for her to leave.

"No." I said and she smiled. "Sorry, I just thought it was one of those pesky new JSS1 students that are awfully too curious for their own good. They have been coming here." I told her and she chuckled, making small, dainty steps towards me till she was just few feet before me. I stayed rooted to my position, watching her just like she was watching me too.