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Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 7:12pm On Mar 04, 2015
My People my people. It's been a pretty Long time and i must say, I've missed writing and i must say, i've missed ya'll more. But as you know, we follow trends and right now, i'm more interested in politics and permit me to shout SAI BUHARI. My big bros Deolu Bubble in a bid to stop my addiction to politics and everything Buhari decided to help me do a story. So, most rights go to him( I still reserve some rights sha and sorry bro but nothing go make me leave GMB lol) Enough digressing. With the help of d baddest writer ever Liveth,@ Deolububble, I present FOLLOWING CHRIS. A tale of a Nigerian student and his romantic dealings. And Before Whizpeter, onemansquad, fatalvelli, iphie17,Hameenat94, labaski, marioking, bluestarry, tescoleps, mariamferanmi and a host of others readers crucify me for abandoning 17 Awosika, just wanna tell you guys that i haven't abandoned it. That's actually my Equivalent of Chinua Achebe's things fall apart and i will continue the story on March 30th IF and ONLY IF INEC declares GMB winner of the presidential elections. So, make una dey pray make them declare am winner o. FIRST UPDATE TO DROP MY 10pm insha Allah.
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by tescoleps(f): 7:42pm On Mar 04, 2015
handie:
My People my people. It's been a pretty Long time and i must say, I've missed writing and i must say, i've missed ya'll more. But as you know, we follow trends and right now, i'm more interested in politics and permit me to shout SAI BUHARI. My big bros Deolu Bubble in a bid to stop my addiction to politics and everything Buhari decided to help me do a story. So, most rights go to him( I still reserve some rights sha and sorry bro but nothing go make me leave GMB lol) Enough digressing. With the help of d baddest writer ever Liveth,@ Deolububble, I present FOLLOWING CHRIS. A tale of a Nigerian student and his romantic dealings. And Before Whizpeter, onemansquad, fatalvelli, iphie17,Hameenat94, labaski, marioking, bluestarry, tescoleps, mariamferanmi and a host of others readers crucify me for abandoning 17 Awosika, just wanna tell you guys that i haven't abandoned it. That's actually my Equivalent of Chinua Achebe's things fall apart and i will continue the story on March 30th IF and ONLY IF INEC declares GMB winner of the presidential elections. So, make una dey pray make them declare am winner o. FIRST UPDATE TO DROP MY 10pm insha Allah.
Issokay oo.I don sit tight.. hw was ur exams?
@IF and ONLY IF, see blackmail of d highest order.u must continue dat story by fire by force.
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 10:20pm On Mar 04, 2015
PREMIERE:
He sat there, in the front seat of the same
bus he had been boarding for the past
three days, pondering on the decision he
had had to make recently. He kept
wondering if it was the right one or
maybe he had made a colossal error he would regret for the rest of his later life. He looked out the window, and then
looked back in towards the rear of the bus
and wondered why the bus wasn’t filling
up as quickly today like it had in the past
few days. “Where are all the regular passengers?”,
he thought to himself. Feeling his stomach starting to make
rumbling noises, he figured no harm in
getting a snack for the road. He called out
to the woman hawking beef rolls and
‘minerals’ “Madam, abeg give me two Gala and one
bottle of Sprite.” The woman handed over
the goods, and then he paid, and the
woman handed him his change. “Thank you, Oga”, she said. Starting to wonder why the bus still hadn’t
filled up, he heard the whistle sound that
was the alert of his S3, thinking it was one
random WhatsApp or ChatOn message, he
ignored it for the mean time. Breaking
chunks of the Gala in his hand and stuffing his mouth with it, he poured
some of that cold Sprite down his throat
and almost instantly, the rumbling
stomach seemed to have been appeased.
Who could blame the stomach anyway?
He hadn’t fed the stomach all day. As soon as he was about finishing the
Sprite, the driver came into the bus and
he heard the sliding door of the rear of
the bus close. That signified they were
about to leave the park and start on the
journey heading home. He fished his phone out of his pocket, to
plug in his earphones to drown out the
sounds – the two excited girls behind him
talking about the hunk that was just
employed at their office, the women at
the girls’ back debating whether Pampers or Huggies was better for their respective
toddlers, a man telling the woman beside
him to shift – around him, and that’s
when he saw the envelope icon at the top
of the screen signifying that he had an
unread text message. He swiped down from the top of the
screen, so he could view the notification,
and therefore read the text. It was from
Toyin, or TY, like she likes to be called. He
hadn’t seen or heard from her since she
said she wanted, no, needed an adventure. The text read, “Hey Chris, I know you’d be
pissed, but I still remember where you
keep your spare, so I’m letting myself in.
See you when you get home. We’ve got a
lot to talk about. TY xx” As soon as he was done reading, he
breathed in sharply. He was so upset. Why
did she come to him? Didn’t she have
anywhere else to go? What happened to
the “adventure”? She had broken his heart to smithereens.
What did she want from him now? To
make sure the small remaining pieces were
ground into powder? With that stream of thought and
consciousness, he remembered the day
when he first saw her . . . She was a party girl, he was a party-
sometimes-read-sometimes kind of guy.
Naturally, academically, he was slightly
better. They never would have met if not
for the fact that his stupid course of study
did not ask its students to borrow courses not just from another department but
from another college entirely. What was
his business with accounting? In what
ways would that better his life? The classes were boring to say the least.
The first two were unbearable. The third
one, he purposely absented himself from
the class, in other words, he ‘stabbed’ the
class. And so did he the fourth, the fifth,
and the sixth. On the day of the sixth class, the lecturer had said there was
going to be a test in the next class. The
students that were present did their due
diligence and informed the ‘stabbers’ that
there was going to be a test in the next
class.

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Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by Whizpeter(m): 11:42pm On Mar 04, 2015
*Drives in with my Lamboghini*
M yet to read the premiere, would read it tomorrow morning.. Feeling sleepy.
Just felt like announcing my presence
M also a supporter of GMB...
In fact it's GMB till 2023
*Grabs popcorn and walks to the VIP corner*
Meanwhile Where's my sweetheart Labaski? Baby M missing you oo..
Oya come and sit by my side...
*reserves a sit for her*

Oya handie let the movie start...
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by labaski(f): 10:52am On Mar 05, 2015
handie and whizpeter..i v really missed u guys..aw u doing nah?a new story am with u on dis one too..
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by Whizpeter(m): 10:58am On Mar 05, 2015
labaski:
handie and whizpeter..i v really missed u guys..aw u doing nah?a new story am with u on dis one too..

Na me miss you pass...
I reserved a seat for you...
Oya come and join me..
What would you like to take?
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 11:31am On Mar 05, 2015
labaski:
handie and whizpeter..i v really missed u guys..aw u doing nah?a new story am with u on dis one too..
I've missed you more. Much more than you can ever imagine and even more than Romeo missed Juliet when he was banished from their town. Oya come and sit with me. Got soo many goodies for ya
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 11:39am On Mar 05, 2015
Following Chris Episode 2:On the eve of the day of the test, he got
his materials and started studying and
asking for help where he did not
understand. When the time for the test
came, he went into the hall mildly
prepared and kept his fingers crossed. As the test was about to start, the lecturer
wasn’t having the ‘formations’ the
students had set, so he decided to have
the class rearranged. Naturally, students from his college didn’t
necessarily socialize from the students
from her college. So it was a safe bet
sitting the students by college. A student
from the College of Science. A student
from the College of Business. As fate would have it, they were both
seated on the same long class chair. The
lecture began distributing the questions
and the people that received the
questions at the front of the class, just
put their hands on their heads and by the looks of it, the questions were really hard. By the time the questions eventually got
to their table, he couldn’t see what the
fuss was about. The questions weren’t all
that difficult, and he just buried his head
and started attempting the ones he could. There were six questions, they were to
answer four. By the time he was done with
the third question, and he was trying to
figure out which he one he was going to
attempt last based on his level of
knowledge on each of them , he looked up to notice that the girl sitting beside
him was not writing anything. “What’s the problem?”, he said in a very
low voice. “I don’t know what to write”, she
responded, whispering back. “How come?”, he asked. “I don’t know what to write”, she said,
rolling her eyes at him. “Wait”, he murmured. He finally picked a question and started
solving. After he was done, he picked
another one and solved. He had answered
5 out of 6. He made sure he did an extra
question so that they didn’t end up
solving the exact same questions and when they were done he was going to
cancel out the last one he solved. “Psst”, he called out to her, and then
moved his answer sheet in such a way
that she could see it. She looked towards him and she saw what
he was doing. Not being a slacker herself,
she started copying. She was very fast
with her writing and within moments she
was done copying. As soon as she was done, he turned the
answer sheet back towards him and
cancelled out the last question he had
solved. He then made his way to submit.
Looking behind him, she wasn’t far away
as she too had stood up and wanted to submit as well. He submitted, and then
went out of the room. She was right
behind him and he kept walking towards
the stairs to make his way back to his
hostel room. He felt someone tap him. He
turned, and that’s when he really saw her. Her hair was very shiny and black. It
flowed in waves to adorn her glowing,
light-brown skin. Her eyes, framed by long
lashes, were a sparkling, aquamarine and
seemed to brighten the world. The color
in her eyes were from contact lenses, but it seemed so natural. A straight nose, full
red lips. She had all the right curves in all
the right places – she seemed the picture
of perfection. You didn’t need to be
Kodak to get the picture. “Aren’t you gonna let me say, ‘thank
you’”, she said smiling, revealing a perfect
set of white teeth. “It’s nothing”, he replied. “Don’t be modest. You did me one solid. I
owe you one”, she replied. “OK then. Why don’t you give me your
number and I’d think of a way you could
thank me”, he said. “Give me your phone” He handed over his phone and she
programmed her number in it. “Call me”, she said. With that, she turned and walked away
swaying her hips from side to side. He just stood there, watching her leave.
As she rounded a corner, he proceeded
down the stairs and was on his way back
to the hostel trying to figure out where he
was going to take his girlfriend for her
birthday. All thoughts of the pretty girl somewhat forgotten
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by Whizpeter(m): 11:48am On Mar 05, 2015
handie:
I've missed you more. Much more than you can ever imagine and even more than Romeo missed Juliet when he was banished from their town. Oya come and sit with me. Got soo many goodies for ya

Bro.. I don't want us to start quarreling...
You better concentrate on ya tescoleps and leave my Labaski

Meanwhile.. Lovely story..
I love the plot..
At least a little distraction from those criminal stories

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Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 1:49pm On Mar 05, 2015
Whizpeter:


Bro.. I don't want us to start quarreling...
You better concentrate on ya tescoleps and leave my Labaski

Meanwhile.. Lovely story..
I love the plot..
At least a little distraction from those criminal stories
yeah. It's too early to start quarelling but i haven't complained of being unable to handle 2 women o( My grandpa married 4 sef)
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by Whizpeter(m): 1:53pm On Mar 05, 2015
handie:
yeah. It's too early to start quarelling but i haven't complained of being unable to handle 2 women o( My grandpa married 4 sef)

Bro if you wanna live as long as ya grandpa, leave Labaski...
You can handle 50 women if you like but don't include labaski
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 2:11pm On Mar 05, 2015
Whizpeter:


Bro if you wanna live as long as ya grandpa, leave Labaski...
You can handle 50 women if you like but don't include labaski
someone once told my grandpa this exact same words when he was courting his 3rd wife(My grandma). Well, guess what. The man is still alive and strong
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by Whizpeter(m): 4:45pm On Mar 05, 2015
handie:
someone once told my grandpa this exact same words when he was courting his 3rd wife(My grandma). Well, guess what. The man is still alive and strong

Don't dare me Bro...
Labaski is all I got
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 6:02pm On Mar 05, 2015
FOLLOWING CHRIS EPISODE 3:Planning Lola’s birthday bash was fun.
What made it more fun was the fact that
it was gonna be a surprise birthday bash,
cant wait to see the excitement in her face
when she sees it. Getting Sade, Blossom
and Camille involved also added more fun to it. But the larger the circle got, the
harder it was to keep the secret. Chris
somehow managed it. He had been thinking of taking her to the
same restaurant he had taken her for
Valentine’s and he was particularly
inclined to acquiesce to her request
because she had fallen in love with the
place and the food that she had actually marked a table as her favorite table. One evening, on his way back to the
hostel from a personal errand he went to
run, he saw Camille waiting at the bus
stop trying to get a cab. He knew that by
her dressing and her disposition, she was
heading back to the school. He drove a little further from where she
was and tooted the horn a little. When
she didn’t realize he was actually waiting
for her, he tooted the horn again. By this
time, she looked up and saw the car and
noticed that that was Chris’ car. She knew the car very well. It was the car that had
taken to and from parties on countless
occasions. She stopped talking to the cab driver she
had managed to hail and started the little
trek to where Chris was parked. She
walked over to the passenger side on the
right side and gently slid into the car. “Hey Chris”, she said. “Hey back. Where are you headed?”, he
asked. “Duh”, she said and laughed. “I was just asking to confirm. You girls
have lots of places to go to on your
minds”, he retorted. “Ehn. I’m sha headed to school” She
replied uninterested “All right. I’ll drop you off at the hostel.”
Chris offered He looked on straight ahead as he backed
out from where he had parked. He
changed the music from the hardcore rap
he had been listening to earlier to
something a little lighter. For some
reason, He and Camille never quite got along like the rest of Lola’s friends. Trying
to make small talk, he asked where she
had been coming from. “Oh that? I went to see one useless boy”,
she replied. “Ahn ahn, how was he useless?”, he asked. “The stupid boy was trying to force
himself on me. He didn’t even give me
cab fare” She sounded pissed Stifling a chuckle, he said “How you come
you went to his house if you don’t know
him?” “I know him very well joor. We’ve been
making out before but I was not ready for
the do just yet” “Oh” Chris said faintly “What?”, she asked. “Nothing” Chris was not particularly struggling to
understand why she had suddenly
become a talkative that night. He had
smelled it on her as she had entered the
car. Although quite faint, the smell of
alcohol was unmistakable, so she is sort of tipsy or at worse drunk. “So tell me, how come you weren’t ready
to do the do with the guy?”, he asked
trying to keep the idle chitchat going. “Maybe I was waiting for you to come and
pop my cherry”, she said maintaining
serious eye contact. “What?!”, he said swerving and braking so
rapidly so he wouldn’t rear-end the car in
front of him. “You heard me”, she retorted. It had to be the alcohol he thought to
himself. Surely she couldn’t be saying all
that he was hearing. He must be hearing
things. He started moving again, this time,
in silence. Just before they got to the
school gate, he parked on a side street just so they could clear the air. “What do you mean you’re waiting for me
to pop your cherry?”, he asked. “Exactly what the words mean”, she
replied. “Jesus!”, he shouted. “You’re such a damn fool Chris. I waited
and waited for you to notice me. The
lights I was shining were brighter than cut
emeralds, yet you didn’t see me”, she said “I didn’t know” “How could you? Then the next thing I
know you started dating Lola. My best
friend!”, she said almost sobbing “And. . . and Lola will keep asking me why
you and I don’t seem to get along. If only
she knew right?”, she said trying to smile
but not quite making it. “You should’ve said something”, he said
quietly. “And be taken for a desperate chick? Hell
no!”, she retorted sharply. “It’s too late now, you know? I can’t be
sneaking around. Besides, I can’t even
cheat on Lola”, he said. “Don’t you think I know that?”, she
replied. He leaned over and hugged her. He
couldn’t give her what she wanted but at
least he could comfort her. As he was
pulling away from her, she held him
tighter. “Please don’t leave me”, she said, “you
must hate me now I’m sure. Please don’t
hate me.” “I don’t hate you”, he said reassuring her,
“let’s get you to your hostel.” He tried pulling away from her again. This
time she let him pull away a little and
then just when he was at arm’s length, she
pulled him closer and kissed him full on
the mouth. He tried pulling away, but she
held him tighter. When she finally let him go, he just stared
at her. A little mad at her for pulling such
a trick on him, but more mad at himself
for liking it. “I’m sorry”, she said, when she saw the
emotion all over his face she couldn’t
quite identify. “It’s all right”, he replied. He pulled out from the side street he was
on, and then headed into the school
premises. He drove her straight to her hall,
neither of them saying anything on the
drive there. “We’re here”, he said, trying to lighten the
mood. “Sorry about earlier”, she said, “it won’t
happen again.” “Don’t worry about it.” He tried to make it
look like nothing “Totally off topic, but what are we doing
for Lola’s birthday?” She inquired “We? There’s no we. There’s just us. Lola
& I. I’m just taking her to a restaurant she
loves very much.” Chris said knowing
deep down that he didnt need to say all
of that. “The one you took her to on Valentine’s?”
She asked “Yeah. Problem?” Chris asked “Not at all. Just that for a very long time
she had wanted a surprise party” She
replied “Really?” Chris asked, happy to be on the
right track with the surprise party. “Yes, really” She confirmed. “I’ll find out for myself. Thanks for the
heads up” Chris said, hoping to cut the
conversation before sparks might fly
again. “I’m sure you’ve got it covered, but Lola
must not find out what happened tonight.
She might just kill me” She said “No worries” Chris said “Goodnight”, she said, walking towards
the entrance of the hostel. “Night”, he called after her. Turning the car around, he headed to his
hostel trying to put the events of this
night behind him and started to think
about how he was gonna figure out which
one – the dinner or the surprise party –
was the better idea.
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by Whizpeter(m): 8:18pm On Mar 05, 2015
Ooooshey!!!! FTC!!!
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 8:37pm On Mar 06, 2015
Christopher Kayode Nelson, Chris as he
liked to be called, was born sometime in
the eighties. “Crazy since the eighties” he
would jokingly refer to himself. Born into
a rich middle class family, he never really
had much problems getting whatever he wanted. With the added advantage that
he was the last child, he was his mother’s
favorite. The only problems he had growing up will
be the occasional slap or conk when his
older brother, Junior, felt he was out of
line and his mother was not around to
defend him. His older sister, Omolade, was
very easy. All he needed to do was threaten to tell mummy about super flirty
boyfriend, James and she would remain
quiet and hold her peace. Sometimes, blackmail is a very efficient
tool for keeping everyone in line. He was a smart child, came top of his
class. Most of the time at least. He could
do no wrong in his teachers’ eyes, his
academic prowess continued well into his
secondary school days. He was always the
person to represent the school anytime there was a competition. Suffice it to say
that any competition that he participated
in, the first prize trophy was going to be
in the bus bringing them back to school. Chris was a normal, law-abiding, morally
upright student until the second term of
S.S.S 1. He was still normal and upright
but just a little less law-abiding after then.
He started seeing things a little differently.
Some might say he loosened up considerably and quite rightly so. Chris’ transformation began when a boy
named Jameel transferred to his school.
They weren’t friends at first, neither did
they have anything in common or so they
thought at the time. Their paths first
crossed when the Biology teacher paired them for a class project. Chris had no
problems socializing but he didn’t want a
partner like Jameel. Putting aside every notion he had about
Jameel, he went to him and asked about
what he thought the project. “I really don’t care about that project
bro”, Jameel said. “Why not?”, Chris asked, shocked. “Because I just don’t care.” Jameel said
without a care in the world. “Aren’t you interested in the extra ten
marks?” Chris quizzed him more “I will get a credit at the end of the day,
so I really I’m not interested” Jameel said
uninterested. “How are sure you will get a credit?” Chris
said fascinated. Raising one eyebrow, Jameel replied “the
exams are still 70 marks, right?” “Yes” Chris replied firmly “I will study for the exams and get about
45 and then I already have 18 from the
tests so I’m good” “Wow! What if you don’t make the 45?” “I will” “How?” “Anyway possible. People like you worry
too much.” Jameel walked away leaving an open-
mouthed Chris just standing there. After Chris regained his consciousness
after being in a daze, he started
pondering on what Jameel had said. What
does “anyway possible” even mean? He
wondered. He shrugged it off for the
mean time and went back to his class. Chris got on the project anyway and
finished it without any help from Jameel.
In the paper given to them by the teacher,
he was supposed to fill in the names of
the persons that carried out the project.
He had finished filling his own name when he realized he didn’t know Jameel’s last
name. He did the trek to the Art Class and
sought out Jameel. “What’s your surname?”, Chris asked. “Why do you ask?”, Jameel replied. “I need it for that Biology project that you
blew off. I need to write your name as my
partner.” “Oh? You still went on with that?” “Yes. Apparently.” Jameel laughed. “Why are you laughing?” “I just didn’t think someone like you
would still want to put my name on the
project that I didn’t even lift a finger for” “Well, I did” “Ok. My last name’s Benson” “All right. We’ll go over this stuff in case
the Biology teacher asks us anything.
Ok?” “Ok sir”, Jameel said laughing. “What?” “Nothing” As Chris turned to leave, Jameel called out
to him “There’s a party at my place this evening.
You should come.” “On a school evening?” “Problem?” “Not really” “You seem cool but you are little uptight.
Come and let’s see if we can loosen you
up a little with some booze” “There’s going to be alcohol?” “Again, problem?” “Yes” “Why?” “I don’t drink” “No worries then” “All right” Chris opened the door of the classroom to
leave and then Jameel called after him
again. “Ask anyone for the address”
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by Whizpeter(m): 10:30pm On Mar 06, 2015
Nice...
Still following
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 9:05am On Mar 18, 2015
Following Chris CONTD:Staying home and reading for the
examinations coming up in a little less than
two weeks time was usually Chris’ idea of “
Studying for the examinations.” So study he
did. Getting home after school, that day, he
did what he usually did: get home, see about washing his uniform, take a shower, have
lunch, settle in nicely with his books. Determined that he was going to continue
reading for his examinations, he picked up his
notebook, opened to the first page and started
looking at the scheme of work he had jotted
down when the teacher had been dictating it
the first day of class. Cross-checking the scheme of work and the actual lessons they
had had in class, he noticed that the teacher
skipped a few topics, so he opened his
textbook to the topic in question and started
reading. He had only been reading about forty-five
minutes when his phone made a sound. He
looked at the expensive Motorola Talkabout
that his Dad had gotten him for his birthday.
He still didn’t understand why he needed one.
His father had simply said “For emergencies.” He remembered setting the message tone to a
chirping sound. When he heard the sound, he
knew for sure it wasn’t his mother or his
father. He was sure they were too impatient
to type a text message. Out of curiosity, he
put the book down and went to look at the phone. “R u doing anythng at hme? Cm to my place
jur.” A text from his friend, Tobi, read. “I can’t. I’m studying” He quickly replied. “Pls cm. I wnt 2 show u sumthng. Be fast pls.
These msgs are kinda expensive.” He got from
Tobi again. “Ok. Im on my way” Chris gave in. Leaving his books, he grabbed a pair of jeans
from the closet and tossed on a simple-looking
T-shirt, he started to prepare to leave home
trying to figure out what it might be that Tobi
wanted that required his attention personally.
It wasn’t too far to consider asking his brother, Junior, to take him there or too close to
practically waltz over there. Grabbing his iPod
– mother’s idea of a birthday present – he
started off towards Tobi’s place. Approaching Tobi’s house, he could see Tobi
outside his house with a couple of boys from
school and an impatient look on his face. As
soon as Tobi saw him, his impatient
expression seemed to vanish and a
mischievous one took its place. “Hey what’s up?” Tobi said as soon as Chris
got within earshot. “I’m fine. What’s going on?” Chris replied “We’re going to the party.” Tobi said “Ehen? How’s that my business” Chris inquired “I told Momsy that you were going. You know
her, she really likes you. If you’re going she’d
automatically assume you’d keep me from
doing anything stupid” Tobi said laughing
lightly “Really? I told you I was studying! You brought
me out so I can lie for you?” Chris said
disappointed “Keep your voice down. Before she’d think
something is going on here”, said Tobi. “Just help me out please”, Tobi pleaded. “Okay” Getting back into the compound, they headed
straight into the kitchen where Tobi’s mum
was. When they saw her, Chris did the half-
prostration and the greetings and the overly
long exchange of pleasantries ensued. After
answering questions as to the health and well- being of his parents and siblings, Tobi brought
up the issue of the party. Tobi’s Mum asked
Chris if he was going to the party. Tobi shot
Chris a look and Chris said he was going. “You both should be home latest 8” Chris said,
mimicking Tobi’s Mum. “You owe me big time. Now I have to go to
that stupid party to make sure I keep my
promise to your mom.” Said Chris a tad serious
this time. “You know you don’t have to come if you don’t
want to”, Tobi said. “No way am I going back on my word. I must
get you home before 8. So that by the time
Momsy gets home, I would’ve been home as
well” Chris said “OK then. Let’s go” they both agreed. Getting outside, they met up with the boys
from their class whom Chris didn’t really like
because of their overly loud attitude, but Tobi
seemed to get along with them without any
problem whatsoever. Since Jameel’s house
was just two streets from Tobi’s place, they just started walking over to the place. When they got to Jameel’s house, Chris was a
soupçon surprised that there was no music.
Tobi hit the bell to announce their arrival. The
bell had barely started ringing when the gate
was flung open. Another one of their
classmates was the one that opened the gate. He was one of Jameel’s very good friends. He
showed them in and they proceeded to the
living area where the party was happening.
Even at this point, Chris still could not hear
any music. But the surprise of his life so far
awaited him when the door of the house was opened and he almost went flash-deaf.
Apparently, the party-area is sound-proof. After his ears had stopped ringing from the
sudden cacophony, he began to acclimatize to
his environment. Suddenly, the music wasn’t
too loud anymore and he began to hear the
people around him. What was even more
surprising were the people he started to see there. He was even more surprised when he
saw Yemisi guzzling a can of beer like it was a
bottle of water. He hadn’t expected to see
someone otherwise well-behaved and
buttoned-down to be here in this party talk
less of pouring beer down her throat like it was on fire. He kept on staring at her that he didn’t notice
Jameel standing by his side tapping his
shoulder. Jameel shook him a little bit and
that’s when he realized he had been in a daze. “Do you like her?” Jameel said motioning
towards Yemisi with his head and smiling in a
sheepish way. “Not like that. Please wipe that smile off your
face” Chris replied “Okay. If you say so.” Jameel said raising his
hands in the air, in a surrender gesture. “What would you like to drink?” Jameel said,
gesturing towards the bar area. “Malt. Thank you. I still need to make sure Tobi
gets home in one piece.” “Which Tobi are you talking about?” Jameel
asked with sarcasm “Tobi that is behind me” Chris said, looking
behind him and not finding him “He must be
around here somewhere” “Don’t worry about him. He has legs. There’s
no malt. I’ll get you the closest we have to a
fruit juice, OK?” Jameel said “Alright” Jameel said, looking around trying to
spot Tobi. Jameel disappeared into the throng of people
gyrating and contorting their bodies to the
rhythm of the music, supposedly going to bring
him the drink. Chris walked over to the nearest
couch and sat down. He kept looking at the
people dancing and walking about, surprise registering on his face every time he spotted
someone he wouldn’t have in a million years
imagined he would see there. He kept
observing again until his gaze wandered back
to Yemisi. She seemed to be dancing on and
off with some guy. Chris kept looking at her that he didn’t realize Jameel was back and
following his line of sight. Clearing his throat to get Chris’ attention he
said “I heard you. It’s not like that. Anyways, this is
the closest I could find to something juicy. It’s
Alize. Found it in my father’s bar. Taste it. If
you don’t like it, water it is” Pouring a little into a glass Jameel handed
him, he brought the bright yellow drink to his
mouth. He could taste the alcohol but the
sweetness made it bearable. Pouring to about
half the glass, he handed the bottle back to
Jameel. “This one is enough,” he said. “Okay.” Jameel said taking the bottle closing it
and walking back the way he came.
Apparently, he wants to go and return the
bottle. Chris started sipping his drink, and he found
that the more he sipped, the more he wanted
to sip. Before long, he was done with the
drink. He started to crave for more, but he
managed to control his craving. But he soon
found out he was feeling no pain. None whatsoever. A couple of minutes went by and
he noticed he was feeling the music more than
he was a couple of minutes ago. His eyes
started wandering again. He saw Yemisi
again. This time she was sitting alone and for
the first time she was looking back at him. Then out of nowhere, her face broke out into
this incredible heart-warming smile. He smiled
back. It didn’t take long for it to feel like an external
force was starting to push him to go and meet
her. Soon as he got to her, she held on to his
arm to stand up. When she was on her feet,
she pulled him to her and started grinding on
him. Unsure of what to do, he put his arms around her. Seeing that he was responding
appropriately, she led him to the nearest wall
and made him rest his back on the wall while
she rubbed all of her ample behind on his
groin. He was getting excited and she could
feel it. The more excited he got, the more she seemed to want to dance with him. She
continued grinding on him for a while longer. Suddenly, a door he hadn’t noticed opened
beside him, and out came Tobi and some girl
he couldn’t quite remember her name. Tobi
looked at him and said “That’s my boy!” Before
he could gather his wits about him to reply,
Yemisi pushed him into the room, locking the door behind her. Before he knew what was
going on, her top was off and a moment later,
so were his trousers and briefs. His brain was thinking “what is going on?” but
his mouth couldn’t make the connection with
his brain to form the sentence, instead his
mouth made a connection with Yemisi’s mouth
and they started to kiss. As the kissing
gathered momentum, Yemisi pushed him onto the bed. She continued kissing him, and before he
could say he had an Uncle Bob, Yemisi had all
of him in her mouth. She started to suck him
and his mind went blank. She kept on sucking
him and brought his hands to her boobs. He
started to massage them. This seemed to make her get more excited as she started to
suck faster. She continued sucking him until he
started to feel the motion in his loins. Then
without warning, he blew his load in her
mouth. As soon as she felt his salty seed in her
mouth, she ran to the adjoining bathroom and
went to spit in the sink. When she came back,
she started dressing. He started to do the
same too. When they were both dressed, he
started to leave when he heard her behind him, “Won’t you take me home?” Yemisi asked “Okay”, he said “Let’s go then” They both went out. Looking at his wristwatch, it was 7:30. His
parents would be home soon. “Let’s be quick”, he said “Okay”, she said slipping her hand into his. Not saying a word, he started towards the
door. Opening the door, Jameel was right out
there with a big smile on his face. Ignoring
him, he made his way through the still-dancing
bodies and towards the exit. As soon as they
got outside, the air felt cooler and the buzz from the alcohol seemed to be fading. “Where’s your house?” He asked her. “Just the compound after the next one”, she
replied. “Oh really?” Chris inquired still feeling happy
after the short but delightful Mouth Gig. “Yes” Yemisi answered with a smile “That’s good then” Chris replied “Chris, I just want you to know that I’ve never
done anything like what I did with you tonight
before” Yemisi said “Really?” Chris said, not buying her late
disclaimer “Yes. Really. I know I’m bombed right now. But
I want you to know that I really like you. I know
I sound needy but when I’m sober I won’t be
able to say it.” Yemisi confessed, shying away
from looking at Chris in the eye “I like you too Yemisi” Chris replied With that they left the compound and started
towards her house. When they got there, she
kissed him full on the lips and said “I will see you in school tomorrow” “Definitely” Chris replied “Good night” Yemisi said with a joyful heart. “Good night” Chris said With that he turned, started heading off in the
general direction of his place and started
thinking about the night and all the things that
had happened. Thoughts about Tobi and the promise he made
to Tobi’s mum about bringing him home all
safely forgotten. He knew the thoughts of the
night will keep him up for a long time,
definitely distract him as he prepares for the
exams.
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by stuff46(m): 11:19am On Mar 18, 2015
We are all following chris and we want to see how his phone will get to be used by a good-boy-gone-bad. Lol

Lovely piece baba

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Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 7:04am On Jul 11, 2015
Stuff46, onemansquad, hameenat94, fatalvelli, tescoleps, mariamferanmi, labaski, whizpeter, marioking and bluestarry come, invite ur friends and enemies and everyone else let's finish this story together. Should I apologize for my long absence? Nah!
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by Onemansquad(m): 9:01am On Jul 11, 2015
handie:
Stuff46, onemansquad, hameenat94, fatalvelli, tescoleps, mariamferanmi, labaski, whizpeter, marioking and bluestarry come, invite ur friends and enemies and everyone else let's finish this story together. Should I apologize for my long absence? Nah!
bros u must appease me by killing two cows nd bringing 50 tubers of yam oo *dats all 4 nw



*picks 4one and calls lilyomi, adeh39, skimpledawg
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 10:30am On Jul 11, 2015
Onemansquad:

bros u must appease me by killing two cows nd bringing 50 tubers of yam oo *dats all 4 nw



*picks 4one and calls lilyomi, adeh39, skimpledawg
. Ok. Bros abeg temper mercy with justice abeg. I go give u 2 fowls.... One white and one red
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by Nobody: 11:53am On Jul 11, 2015
handie:
Stuff46, onemansquad, hameenat94, fatalvelli, tescoleps, mariamferanmi, labaski, whizpeter, marioking and bluestarry come, invite ur friends and enemies and everyone else let's finish this story together. Should I apologize for my long absence? Nah!

Send me your ATM card and pin to appease me grin
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 1:39pm On Jul 11, 2015
marioking:


Send me your ATM card and pin to appease me grin
Ok..... But na 1050 Naira dey dere o.... D 1k na bank balance
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 2:08pm On Jul 11, 2015
IT'S BEEN A LONG LONG TIME AND HONESTLY, I MISS YOU ALL. THIS AIN'T NO TIME TO DWELL ON HOW LONG I WENT AWOL SHA. RATHER, THIS IS THE TIME TO READ FOLLOWING CHRIS FROM THE VERY FIRST EPISODE AGAIN BEFORE READING THIS NEW EPISODE. I SINCERELY HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS AND IT GOES SOME WAY IN APPEASING ALL OF YOU GUYS..
FOLLOWING CHRIS EPISODE 6: All the way home from the party, Chris could
think of nothing else. All his thoughts revolved
around Yemisi and everything that happened
that night. From the intimate moment they
shared to the full kiss on the lips when he bade
her goodnight.
Getting home, he went straight to his room,
highly ecstatic. Even the songs on his iPod
seemed to be in alignment with his mood.
Feeling a bit woozy and tired, he laid down on
his bed, allowing the thoughts of Yemisi
serenade his subconscious. It didn’t take long
before he was in dreamland kissing Yemisi on
the lips all over again.
It seemed as if he had been asleep for only 30
minutes when he heard his alarm starting to
blare. Struggling to put off the alarm, he took
his first glance at it. “Oh shit!” was the first line
of reasoning in his otherwise still groggy mind.
Four years of high school and he had never
been late. Like never.
“How could I have slept till 7:15?” he
wondered.
Struggling to get off the bed, that’s when he felt
the first pang in his head. Immediately falling
back to the bed, he felt even more pangs.
“Great! A headache”, he thought. Trying again
to get off the bed, he managed to position his
head in such a way he didn’t feel so much pain.
Divesting himself of all clothing, he stepped
into the shower. The cold long and fast needles
of water seemed to be therapeutic. Rushing the
shower, he jumped out, put on his school
uniform and raced downstairs and straight out
of the house, skipping breakfast and went in
search of the person that was supposed to take
him to school.
Getting to school, the morning assembly had
already started. As soon as he got in,
latecomers started getting caught. “Thank
goodness”, he muttered under his breath.
Getting to the part where his classmates lined
up, he noticed the look on their faces. He was
not the only one looking spaced-out. Even most
of the people in the class above theirs that
were at the party were looking the same.
The assembly seemed to last forever when in
actual fact he had been standing for barely 10
minutes. The principal was going on and on
about some junior students that had been
caught skipping school. Chris just tuned out of
the speech and that’s when he heard his name
in a high-pitched but very low-sounding
whisper. He turned to look and that’s when he
saw her.
She didn’t look dazed like the rest of them. She
seemed to be particularly glowing. She smiled
at him. He smiled back. Looking away
sheepishly, he tried to tune back in to what the
principal was saying. Amazingly, the principal
was still going on and on about the juniors. He
tuned back out and tried to steal glance at
Yemisi. He found her looking straight back at
him and he could only smile. The assembly
dragged on for what seemed like years and
eventually, they were dismissed.
Their classroom block was a little ways from
the assembly ground. On the walk to their
classrooms, Yemisi caught up with him.
“Hey dear, how are you?” said Yemisi.
“I’m fine, I just have a terrible headache”, Chris
replied.
“Oh! So you’re hung-over. Sorry”
“Thanks”
“How was your night?” She asked
“It was fine. Thought about you all night till I
slept off”
“Really?” She asked with glee written all over
her face.
“Yes.”
“I think I love you, Chris”, she said.
“I love you too, Yemisi”, Chris replied.
“Are you sure? Cross your heart?”
“Yes. Cross my heart”
“Come and meet me in the music room after
the closing time.” She said somewhat quietly.
“Okay”, Chris replies.
“I just want to kiss you” She said coyly, when
she saw the uncertainty on his face.
“Okay. Okay”, he said with an ear-to-ear grin on
his face.
“Bye”, she said rushing off in the direction of
her classroom.
“Bye.”
Staying in class all day, all he could think about
were the words Yemisi told him that morning.
“Come and meet me in the music room after
the closing time.” Now that was something to
look forward to. Even the mathematics that
always excited him on a good day seemed all
irrelevant at this point. All he wanted was for
the school day to end.
The day dragged on. Class after class. Break,
and then more classes. Looking at his watch,
the time hit 3:30. Soon after, the bell goes,
announcing the end of the day. Normally, at
this point, he would’ve picked up his bag,
packed his books neatly into the bag and then
would be on his way home. On this day
however, he just sat there and watched as his
classmates were filing out, one after the other.
Just as he was about to leave the class and go
to where Yemisi had said she’d be, Tobi and
Jameel were passing beside his classroom
when they looked through the window and saw
him there.
“Ahn ahn. You’re still here”, Tobi said.
“Yeah. Just waiting for someone”, Chris replied.
“Hmm. . . I can bet my life that he’s waiting for
Yemisi”, Jameel chirped in.
“Yes. I’m waiting for her”, Chris said looking at
his watch “and I should go and meet her now”
“Okay o”, Tobi said “that’s how you ditched me
last night.”
“Jeez! I forgot. Did your mum ask about me?”
Chris said.
“Don’t worry. I just said you walked me to the
gate and then left since it was getting late”,
Tobi replied “your reputation is still safe.”
“Sorry. I should get going”, Chris said.
“Yemisi baby”, Jameel said in a voice mimicking
a female’s and then he and Tobi burst out
laughing.
With that he excused himself and started
heading for the music room. He had no idea
that a section of the school could be that quiet.
No students lurking, no teachers around.
Nothing. As soon as he got closer, he saw the
door slowly open. Yemisi bade him to come
quick and as soon as he was in there, she
locked the door.
“Where did you get the key?” Chris asked.
“My sister is the choir prefect. Did you forget?
She has the keys to this place. I told her I
wanted to play with one of the instruments
before coming home”, she replied.
“Oh okay”
“I was waiting for this time like it would never
come. Time was just slow today”, Yemisi said.
“For you too? I thought it was only me.”
“Thank God you were feeling it too. I told
Shade about you. She thinks we are moving too
fast.”
“I don’t know. I haven’t been in a relationship
before”
“I know.”
“How do you know?”
“We’ve been in this school for four years
together you know?”
“So?”
“So, I know you haven’t dated anyone. Or did
you have a girlfriend in primary school?” she
asked rhetorically.
“Okay. So I haven’t dated anybody. What about
you?” Chris asked.
“You’re my first too”
As soon as she said that, some blood got
redistributed in his system and all he wanted to
do was kiss and touch her. Reaching for her,
she came closer to him and he kissed her. Full
on the lips. She pried his mouth open and slid
her tongue into his mouth. They had been
kissing for a while when she took his hand and
shoved it under her blouse.
They continued to kiss and both their hands
were moving everywhere. In the heat of the
moment, he reached for the waistband of her
skirt. She reached for his zipper. She started to
trace his engorging enthusiasm with her
fingers. Discontinuing his plans for the
waistband of her skirt, he reached lower and
pulled the skirt by the hem and started to cup
the cheeks of her rounded derriere.
At that moment, that’s when they heard the
footsteps on the floor above them. That could
only mean the security guards have started
walking around checking for lost items and
students or miscreants hanging around.
Knowing that the guards will check every room
because they had keys to every place, Yemisi
took Chris by the hand and led him through the
other entrance that opened to the far side of
the junior block. Sweet escape.
Thinking about his high school days was always
fun. Suddenly, he had an idea for Lola’s
birthday party. Picking up his phone he dialed a
number.
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by Whizpeter(m): 3:58pm On Jul 11, 2015
handie:
Stuff46, onemansquad, hameenat94, fatalvelli, tescoleps, mariamferanmi, labaski, whizpeter, marioking and bluestarry come, invite ur friends and enemies and everyone else let's finish this story together. Should I apologize for my long absence? Nah!

I swear you've made me to forget the story line of this ya story...
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 4:26pm On Jul 11, 2015
Whizpeter:


I swear you've made me to forget the story line of this ya story...
no vex Bros. Well, u can read it all from the start again
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by dimssy(m): 4:47pm On Jul 11, 2015
Secondary school days menh...mine was kinda boring...lonely gan ni
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by mariamferanmi(f): 9:45pm On Jul 11, 2015
handie:
Stuff46, onemansquad, hameenat94, fatalvelli, tescoleps, mariamferanmi, labaski, whizpeter, marioking and bluestarry come, invite ur friends and enemies and everyone else let's finish this story together. Should I apologize for my long absence? Nah!

Handie is dis rili u? Welcome back from planet mars, n if I may ask? What ur story line again? U have to refresh our memory so has to keep on rolling together. Keep my finger cross 4 d update handie!!!
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by handie(m): 11:45pm On Jul 11, 2015
mariamferanmi:


Handie is dis rili u? Welcome back from planet mars, n if I may ask? What ur story line again? U have to refresh our memory so has to keep on rolling together. Keep my finger cross 4 d update handie!!!
actually, it's not really me o.*whispers in her ears*It's my clone..... story line, abeg start from the beginning of the story again. I know you'll get d drift
Re: Following Chris- A Short Story by mariamferanmi(f): 8:00pm On Jul 12, 2015
handie:
actually, it's not really me o.*whispers in her ears*It's my clone..... story line, abeg start from the beginning of the story again. I know you'll get d drift

Clone I will just do dat.

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