DANIELLA
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💖💖 Did I mention I was petty?
Well k!ss!nganother guy to get one’s b©yfri£ndjealous was the most petty thing one could do in a game like spin the bottle, but I did it anyway and I wasn’t apologetic about it. Peter nee-ded to feel the same way I felt. Jealous.
Charles and I pu-ll-ed ap@rt when one minute el@psed and I used the back of my hand to wipe myl-ips. This was actually my first k!ss. All those while I used to watch actors k!sson those Telemundo movies aunt Caro and her daughters love to binge watch, I used to wonder what plea-sure those actors derived from it. I thought it was disgusting—the ton-gue tou-ching and the saliva exchange. Gross! But to be honest, it wasn’t that bad k!ss!ngCharles. I actually did enjoy it. I’m guessing it wasn’t Charles first time because he was a pretty good k!ss£r. I wonder if he thought the same about me.
I had my seat and threw a glance at Peter. His skin complexion had turned red and he was stro-king his chin, with an obviously feigned smile plastered on his face. No matter the smile on his face, I could still see him fuming with jealousy. That was what I wanted anyway. So mission accomplished. There was really nothing like sweet revenge.
The game continued but never for once did the bottle point in either my direction or Peter’s.
Throu-ghout the game, Peter never spared me a glance and for some reason, my conscience pricked me. I began to feel a de-ep s-en-se of regret doing what I did. I k!$$£d Charles without even thinking of the consequences of my action. What if Peter breaks up with me because of what I did? That was the last thing I wanted.
Sooner than expected, some student c@m£ to inform us that the dossier was re-ady and that we should all go to our teacher’s staffroom to collect it. On hearing that, we ended the game and ss2B students went to their teacher’s staffroom to get their dossier, while we went to ours.
Walking out of Mr Nnamdi’s staffroom, I sneaked a peek at my result and what I saw wasn’t so good. I had just one A, two B’s and the rest were C’s. I know that might sound good enough, but my reason for not being satisfied with the result was the fact that I got A in an irrelevant subject, which was Food and Nutrition. Why would I get an A in Food and Nutrition when there are other relevant subject like Literature and Maths?
“Hey Daniella! What’s up? How was your result?” I looked around and saw it was Adam.
“Uh, not bad, but not so good either. Just there.” I replied with a shrug.
“Can I see?”
“Oh God Adam! I’ve kept it in my bag alre-ady.” I said a bit whiny.
“No problem. So what were your grades in each subject?”
“Well I got one A, two B’s and the rest were C’s.”
“That’s okay na. What subject did you get A and B?” Adam probe-d further.
“I got B in Civic Education and Economics and A in Food and nut. Food and nut Adam!” I made sure to add more dramatic effect to my last statement and that made Adam chuckle. “So what about you?”
“Well, my result was satisfactory. I got six B’s and four C’s. I had no A.”
“Your result is still better than mine.”
“Uh, I know.” He gave me a duh look.
I sma-cked his arm. “You’re not okay.”
We both laughed.
“So have you seen Gbemi?” I asked, looking around.
“Yeah, she’s still on the queue to collect her result.” Adam said. Just then, Gbemi ran towards us looking so excited. I wondered what the reason for her excitement was.
“How was your result?” Gbemi asked Adam and me immediately she got to where we were.
I looked at Adam in a way that suggested he goes first.
“How was yours?” Adam replied Gbemi with the same question.
“It was good. I had two A’s and two B’s.” Gbemi said smiling. Hearing her result, I felt like the dullest amongst them and because of that, I made a mental note to work ha-rder next term so that I would come out with a better result.
“That’s very good.” Adam congratulated her. “Well as for me, I had no A. Just six B’s and the rest were C’s.”
“Ah that’s even better than mine.” Gbemi remarked. “What of you Daniella? You’ve been silent. Hope your result was good too.”
I curved myl-ips downwards and was going to reply but Adam beat me to it.
“Yeah it was good too. She had one A and two B’s.”
“Who asked you Adam?” I said. “Don’t I have a mouth of my own?”
“It appeared you weren’t gonna use it.” Adam shrugged his shoulders.
“That doesn’t make you my mouthpiece, oga. ”
“Ah sorry o. No nee-d to get all upset.”
“Well that wasn’t a bad result Daniella.” Gbemi remarked.
“Thank you jare. ” I said to Gbemi.
We trio started to stroll towards the school gate. I searched around with my eyes to see if Peter was anywhere around. I hadn’t seen him since we ended the game and today was our last day in school, so I couldn’t possibly leave school without seeing him. I was feeling remorseful about what I did. I had realised k!ss!ngCharles in front of him was unthinkable of me and he deserved an apology from me.
“Anything the matter Daniella? Are you looking for someone?” Adam voice jo-lted me back to their pres£nce.
“Uh… no, I mean yes. Have you guys seen Peter around?” I asked.
“No, why?” Adam said.
“Aha! That reminds me: what you did back there, what was that all about?” Gbemi asked.
“What did I do?” I c0cked one of my eyebrows in puzzlement.
“You k!ss!ngCharles, what was that?” Gbemi gesticulated while she spoke.
“What! Daniella k!$$£d Charles?” Adam asked in utter surprise.
“That was me just trying to get Peter jealous and I regret it now. Where’s he? I nee-d to see him.”
“I have no idea. But why would you even try to get Peter jealous?” Gbemi asked.
“That doesn’t matter now. I just really nee-d to find Peter and apologise.”
“Hullo! Can someone fill me in on what’s going on here. I’m lost.” Adam demanded and Gbemi started to narrate everything that happened in the spin the bottle game to him, while I kept searching frantically for Peter with my eyes.
“Wow! Peter must be really angry with you Daniella.” Adam said.
“I’m sure he is. That’s probably why we haven’t seen him since.” Gbemi added.
We trio went back into the school to look for Peter. I asked most of his friends if they had an idea of his whereabout, but I didn’t get any positive feedbacks from any until I asked his seat p@rtner, Tobi, who told me that Peter had gone home. Hearing the news, I was heartbroken. I was so sad that Peter left school on the last day of vacation without me. I must have really hurt him. Oh poor Peter, I’m so sorry.
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When I got back home from school, I immediately changed into my house wear and took out my phone from where I usually kept it. I opened my whatsapp to check if Peter was online. Luckily, he was. Immediately I dropped a message.
Why did you leave school without your baby boo?
The message got delivered to him but he didn’t re-ad it. A minute pas-sed. Two minutes. Three minutes, Peter still hadn’t re-ad my message and he was online. Then Peter did something that made me realise he was practically ignoring me. He posted on his whatsapp status saying: Thank God the term is over. I immediately replied to the status.
I’m sure you’d miss me.
This boy still didn’t reply me. In fact this time, he left my message with the blue tick which indicated that the message had been re-ad. This made me hurt and tears began to well up in my eyes.
plea-se answer me.
As soon as I entered the text, he re-ad it but still, no reply. I blinked and the tears in my eyes dropped on my phone screen. I wiped off the tears from the screen with my clothes, shut my phone off and hid it in the usual place. Wiping off every trace of tears from my eyes, I went out of the room to do some chores.
While I did my chores, I thought of how I was going to leave this house to meet Peter. I nee-ded to see him one on one to apologise. What lie could I tell aunty Caro now to leave this house?
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Later in the night, I served aunt Caro her semo and vegetable soup in the living room where she and her daughters were watching their favourite channel—Telemundo.
“Ehhe mummy, we want to get Christmas clothes o.” Amanda said as I was going to walk out of the living room.
I halted in my tracks immediately.
“Christmas clothes ke ? Do you think you’re still babies that you’d be buying Christmas cloth?” Aunt Caro asked as she washed her hand to eat her
semo .
“Ah mummy, it’s not only babies that nee-d Christmas clothes o.” Annabelle sounded whiny.
“Mummy forget that we’re sixteen. We still nee-d Christmas clothes. We don’t even have much clothes again.” Amanda added.
“Okay I’ve heard.” Aunty Caro said as she swallowed a small ball of semo.
“Mummy so can you give us the money today ’cause we want to buy it tomorrow?” Amanda asked.
“Because I plug the money from tree na. Don’t you have a father? When he comes back from work, ask him. If he gives you, I’d add to it.” Aunt Caro said.
“And we nee-d to get shoes too,” Annabelle said, “So you and dad would give us like twenty thousand naira each. Clothes and shoes are expensive in the market these days.”
Aunt Caro snorted with a chuckle. “Why didn’t you just say one million naira?”
“No mum, Annabelle is right. Quality clothes and shoes are quite expensive in the market. We asked for the price of one fine shoe yesterday and the seller told us ten thousand naira last.” Amanda said.
“Tell that to your father when he comes back o. Don’t disturb me. I’m eating.” Aunt Caro sounded like she was getting frustrated.
Immediately, an idea popped up in my head. I could ask aunt Caro for money to buy Christmas clothes and then if she gave me, I could use that opportunity to go to the market and also make it to Peter’s house. That seemed like a good idea to me.
I scratched my head as I said. “Ma, me too. I nee-d money for Christmas cloth.”
All three heads snapped at me. The glare I caught on Annabelle’s face could have s£nt one six feet beneath.
“Have you showed me your result?” Aunt Caro asked.
The expression on my face was that of surprise. “Oh I forgot!”
“You even have the gut to tell me you forgot.”
“I’m sorry ma.”
“Or you failed?” Aunt Caro asked, curving one side of herl-ips upward.
“No ma, I—”
“Just shut up and bring your dossier!” Aunt Caro cut me off.
I went straight to my room to get the result and I brou-ght it to her.
“Can’t you see I’m eating?” Aunt Caro asked tartly as I handed her the result. “Common take this stupid thing out of my sight! Show me the result when I’m done eating.”
Annoying goat! I cussed her in my mind. She sure just wanted to get on my nerves. I walked out of the living room with my result and went straight to my room.
I hissed as I shut the door to my room. I tossed the dossier on my be-d and brou-ght out my phone from its hidden place. I turned it on and checked to see if I had gotten any message from Peter. Still no message. I felt down.
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The following afternoon, I was home alone. Aunt Caro and the twins had gone out together. Before they left, aunt Caro gave me some instruction to wash her clothes, clean the house and prepare something for her to eat before she got back. I know she gave me those task just to keep me in the house. But today was my only chance to go to Peter’s house, so I managed to do all the chores quic-kly. Once I was doing cooking, I left for Peter’s house.
When I got to his house, I let out a breath before knocking on the door. I was going to knock for the third time when I head the sound of footsteps approaching towards the door from the other end.
“Who’s there?” Peter drawled lazily.
I kept mute and waited for him to open the door. The door cracked open and I was face to face with Peter. He was putting on a grey hoodie and a grey sweatp@n-ts.
“Hey.” Peter mumbled un-der his breath and walked away from the doorway, leaving me standing outside just like the first time I visited. “When you get in, plea-se shut the door behind you.” He said coldly as he made his way upstairs.
I quic-kly entered into the house and followed him up the stairs quietly. The walls of the hallway upstairs were cream and the floor was carpeted. There were four doors in the hallway.
Peter opened one of the doors and got in. I guessed that was the door to his room. I followed him shyly and like I guessed, it was his room. I was amazed by the sight. It was so neat and tidy, off white walls with purple embellishments. A made up be-d with a purple be-dspre-ad, a study desk piled high with books. An acoustic guitar was kept at one corner of the room. A small television mounted on the wall opposite his be-d.
“Your room is so… so neat.” I complimented.
Peter plopped down on his be-d and fixed his eyes on the TV. He was watching a football match.
“Lemme guess, your favourite colour is purple.” I more of asked than said.
He ignored me.
I moved towards his study desk and ran my hands down the pile of books. Some were textbooks while some were novels. I picked up one of the novels. The title was Master Of The Game.
“Can you not t©uçh anything?” Peter requested and I looked at him with a smile on my face. His eyes were still fixed on the TV.
“So you re-ad novels?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t ignore me.
“r0m@nç£, no. Horror or mystery, yes.” He answered, still not sparing me a glance.
I didn’t ask the genre you re-ad. I wanted to say but instead, I said, “I’m sorry.”
“Dammit, pas-s the ball!” Peter bellowed, hitting the be-d. He was ignoring me because of a football match! How dare he! I searched for the TV remote with my eyes. When I sp©tted the remote, I gr@bb£d it and switched off the TV.
Finally Peter’s eyes met mine. He looked at me with a glare. “What’s that?” He asked, c0cking an eyebrow at me.
I rolled my eyes. “Can you st©p ignoring me. It’s annoying.”
“I don’t care.” He gave me a duh look. “Now can you switch on the TV?”
“No!” I said firmly.
He hissed and got up from the be-d immediately. He tried to get the remote from my hand, but I gr!pp£dit firmly to make sure he didn’t. In a bit to get the remote from my hand, he hvgged me from behind and we both landed sideways on the be-d, laughing hysterically.
Peter’s arms were still wra-pped around me when our laughter subsided. His b©dy pressed against mine stimulated my femalehood.
“I missed you.” Peter confessed and I froze in his arms. Did Peter just say he misses me?
I turned around to face him, his arms were still around me. “I missed you too. Look Peter, I’m so sorry for k!ss!ngCharles. I wasn’t in—”
“Shh.” Peter placed his index f!nger on myl-ips. “You’re talking too much.”
“I just want you to forgive me. I’m sorry.” I said breathlessly.
“Can you end this forgiveness talk and just k!ssme.” Peter’s voice sounded so de-ep when he said that.
My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t expect him to be so straightforward about me k!ss!nghim.
Peter lifted up my chin and fixed his gaze on myl-ips. Slowly, his head inched closer to mine and he li-cked his pinkl-ips before ourl-ips t©uçhed
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To_be_Continued✨✨✨