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kceemart:
Very nice,Op.You always have a way of keeping your readers in suspense.Hoping to read the update soonest.

Thanks boss

Adesina12:
Thank you
Sweet popcorn for you

My pleasure

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Alright thank you
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kceemart:
Earnestly waiting for episode 13.Am suspecting that Annabel is the person that told Darlington about Meska.

Lol..
No.. Just read it

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Waiting ...

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� Episode 13 �

This episode is rated (18+)




When Darlington locked the door, he asked how my exam went. “Did you also get to meet him? You don’t look happy, why?” He uttered in one breath. I didn’t say anything. I just stared at the tiled floor. Subconsciously, tears dropped on the tiles and he was quick to notice it. “Zee, what’s the problem? Why are you crying?”

Silence.

“Did you miss the exam, or did you fail?” he sat on the bed. I didn’t even know how it happened, but as soon as I blinked twice, tears flooded my eyes. I couldn’t look Darlington in the eyes. This wasn’t what I expected. Like, how could it be that I’m shedding tears because of Meska? Well, I was so fragile. Little things could make me cry, but I never knew this day would come.

Darlington moved closer and started consoling me even without knowing while I was crying. He held me and pleaded that I stop crying. I placed myself in a very awkward position because he didn’t know how to comfort me. I breathed heavily, leaving him confused. A lot must be going on in his head.

After some time, I was able to stop, Darlington left my room and when I thought he already left, he came back with a plate of Jollof rice. I was stunned by how caring he appeared. I can’t explain what he was thinking but I felt he must be feeling I failed my exam, or perhaps missed it. I was able to eat half of the plate. There was no appetite for food.

Darlington lay on my bed watching movies with his phone. Silence stood between us. Only the sound from the movie filled the room. I just sat on my bed, scrolling through my phone.
An hour later, he stood and finally went to bed. He didn’t ask why I was crying either. He assumed I needed time for myself.

Darlington’s POV

I went upstairs when I came out of Zee's room. I got into the bed in one of the flats upstairs. But after rolling from one edge of the bed to the other for almost an hour, I couldn’t sleep. How could I? When all my mind was on Zee. When I have tasted her before. She was feeling hurt and I believe she needed a shoulder to cry on.
After several attempts to sleep for some time and I couldn’t, I went downstairs. I reached her door and knocked. Zee gladly opened the door and asked me to come in. She wasn’t even sleeping. It was obvious she needed a companion. I got into bed with her, and within some minutes, I got closer to her on the bed. Our bodies were touching each other. Zee was wearing a white short that revealed her lavishing laps and a top that revealed her firm and pointed boobs. My stuff got harder after every minute and my breath was hot as hell. I was literally snuggling with her.

Then, Zee made the move; she put her face on my chest and hugged me on the bed. We started holding hands too. Surprisingly, she planted a kiss on my cheeks. And that was the first sign that gave me the confidence to reciprocate.
Even though I felt Zee wasn’t in her right frame of mind, I responded with a kiss on her forehead. She kissed me again on the cheek. This time, I couldn’t resist. I plugged my lips. I could feel the shock on her. We both started breathing heavily.
I didn’t want to stop. I tried to open her mouth by trying to kiss her with more intensity. And gradually, I took charge; I climbed on top of her and started kissing her passionately, holding her two hands against the pillow.

For at least five minutes, we didn’t have enough sense to think about anything else. I continuously kissed her entire face and neck too. I knew the neck was one of her sensitive parts. I had noticed the other times we rolled on the sheet.
Zee was responding very well. She was groaning in pleasure. Then, all of a sudden, she seemed like she came back to her senses and realized what was happening. She pushed me away. It was really awkward for some minutes. I felt sad and she felt the same too. I was still on. My stuff was still hard down there but I left her room. There was still light, I reached for one of the sofas in the living room and sat there. It was 1:16 am when I looked at the wall clock. I felt Hot and unsatisfied, so I started wanking while I watched one of the movies on my phone.

Zee's POV

Thirty minutes after Darlington left, I couldn’t sleep. My head was unsettled. Voices here and there, saying this and that. I peeped through the door and noticed Darlington was sitting on the sofa pressing his phone. I somehow felt bad I lured him and still put him off when he least expected it.
I could still taste his lips in my mouth and that made me Hot for him. I left my room and walked towards the sitting room. When he overhead my footsteps from behind, he used the power button, so I didn’t get to see what he was doing previously.

I sat next to him and told him to forget about whatever happened. I told him not to worry much about it. And we started having a normal conversation in which he asked why I was crying. There was no point telling lies. Since he already knew about Meska and I, I told him Meska broke up with me without narrating exactly what transpired between us. He was mute for a few seconds. Before he could say, Jack, I came up with my question. I asked him how he knew about Meska and I.
Darlington laughed with his hands in his mouth. When he cleared his throat, he confessed he once saw me while I was unlocking my phone. So he saw my phone pattern. He apologized for going through my WhatsApp because he noticed my countenance changed when he said that. I didn’t say anything.
Darlington said I should forget about Meska. He added that he would still come back begging. I don’t know how he did it, but Darlington was magical with his sugarcoated mouth. And he requested we get back to my room so we don’t get to wake grandma from sleep. We went inside in a second.

Darlington's POV

I heaved a big sigh of relief. I had thought she would ask about her friend, Annabel. I thought she would ask whom she was to me. I even thought that was why she pushed me away. She seemed to have forgotten I had something to do with her. As I said, Zee doesn’t seem to be in her right frame of mood. She had equally revealed the source of her sadness and sorrow. I was sad she was already in a relationship before getting to the University. It wasn’t the best time to advise her, so I let it slide and walked in with her.

I knew exactly what Zee wanted. Someone that could cuddle her to bed and let her get off those thoughts in her head. I couldn’t resist going inside her room for the second time.
Zee was talking about her relationship with Meska. She poured out her heart. And gradually, we started to hold hands. Zee went on cuddling her body against mine. She said she just wanted to sleep and forget her pains, heartbreak, and nothing more. I understood her perfectly. She didn’t want us to do anything else.

Zee's POV

I rested my head on Darlington's chest, hoping to catch some sleep. It was 2:05 am, and we were still up. I could hear his heartbeats. It pounded faster. “Are you okay?” I asked him. “Yes. I’m fine,” he replied. I kept quiet. My eyes were shut. I desperately needed some sleep but sleep was far from my eyes.
After a while, I felt some pinch down my shorts, I woke up. Darlington withdrew immediately. I lay my head back on his chest. After some time, his hand moved down to my shorts, and he inserted his hand inside my shorts, grabbing my bare ass. I wanted to stop him, but some part of me was having pleasure from his soft touches.

When he noticed I didn’t resist him, he went wild with his two hands grabbing my ass. Darlington gradually moved his hands upward to grab my boobs. Subconsciously, I adjusted to give him comfort to have them in his warm hands. I could feel his stuff getting harder. I was now facing up while he lay on his back on the bed. My own back rested on his belly while he held my boobs. He played with it under my clothes and he was considering pulling it over my head. I didn’t give in to that. I groaned when he pinched on my nips. My boobs were very firm and my dark brown nipples were super hard. I was gradually getting wet down there. And again, I lay there, allowing Darlington have access to my body.

Darlington's POV

Seeing that Zee was responding to my touches, I turned and grabbed her by the hips and lay her down beside me. I reached for her top and pulled it off over her head and finally revealing her pointed and fleshy boobs. I played with it for a while before feeding on them. She was letting out a soft moan while she held my head. I was exploring her nipples like an adventurous Island. I was using my tongue on her nips.

Zee's POV

He asked if he could go down, I said sure, not thinking of anything from previous experience. His fingers went down on my shorts; his forefinger on my clit produced a major sensation, that was just building until all the muscles in my pelvic floor started pulsating rhythmically and I felt tingly all over. And something was going on in my head like, oh, geez, um. Not even five minutes in, I was moaning and losing it, my body was freaking out, and all of the sudden—boom! I was heavily breathing and trying to pull myself together. It felt so warm.

Darlington's POV

When Zee reached the orgasm, she then pushed me by the side. She was back to her senses. She searched for her top and wore it back when she found it on the bed. And for the second and last time, I left her room still on. I headed straight to the bathroom and wanked to my satisfaction, before retiring to the bedroom upstairs. With that self-satisfaction, I was able to find some sleep. I know exactly what is in your mind; I need deliverance, right?

Zee's POV

So sad realizing Darlington and I had shared our bodies again. I never wanted it. All I wanted was just to sleep over my pains, but he surely knew how to make me Hot for him. He was an expert on that aspect. But the good thing is, I was able to catch some sleep after that short and pleasurable moment with my cousin, Darlington. It’s not something I’m proud of. I just lack enough will to stop him from taking advantage of me. So, don’t be quick to call me names, just pray you don’t find yourself in my position. I hope with time, I would someday end this whole mess.

***
Friday was the day I returned to Awka and sat for my examination. I didn’t involve Meska again. Since I knew my way to and fro, I left as early as 6:00 am. Before 8:00 am, I was already waiting inside the campus.
Unlike the other day, the management of the institution handled the situation with more care on that day, and fewer of us came, unlike the first day. They equally provided canopies to shelter us just in case it rained. And that was how we sat for the exercise peacefully and with less hassle.

Around 8:00 pm, I got information from Unizik aspirant Facebook group that the result was out already. My body was literally vibrating. People were testifying about their results while some complained about some errors in the school portal, my unizik dot edu dot blah blah blah... I checked and was shocked to see an invalid result. Then I heard a voice saying: it's all because of your atrocities. This is God punishing you! Ah! I was shivering. I asked them in the group chat, someone responded he had the same response too. At last, after several attempts, I saw mine. I scored 55/100. Well, it was not really bad since the competition was much. I just knew I'd have to commit everything to God because I was really uncertain about the outcome.

Weeks later, God did it for me despite my shortcomings. I got admission on merit to study Applied Microbiology and Brewing at Unizik. It was such a dream come true. My parents and siblings were happy for me. Grandma was happy too.
But something happened. It nearly took my life but....

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Thank you
Sweetest popcorn on the way

Alright.
Episode 13 is on the way.

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Pls stop Darlington from abusing my Zee
Let her make noise and alert grand ma
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Lol. I will once I get the popcorn

kceemart:
This Darlington seif,I wonder what he is up to this time around.Kudos Op

Lol... He came to advise her.

Episode 12

After I rebooted myself like a corrupt system, I walked down the staircases. It still seemed like I was dreaming. Like, he didn’t even feel remorseful nor stopped to say anything to me. That thought alone was crazy. I left the lodge and walked down the street. I really thank God I wasn’t hit by a moving car because, if you saw the way I was walking absent-mindedly, you’d think I lost a huge amount of money.

The day was getting darker, I had to walk faster like I was being chased by someone. My pace was weird. I finally stopped a bike man and asked that he take me to where I’d see a bus going to my hometown. He obliged and said my money was #200 naira. I didn’t argue. I quickly climbed and we zoomed off on the tarred road. My heart was just beating anyhow. I have never felt that way before. My first heartache and it wasn’t nutty. It literally felt like my heart was crushed. Nothing felt right in my mind. Everything went dark and felt meaningless.

Before the bike man could reach where he would drop me, I had already developed a slight headache. You needed to see my face. When he finally stopped, I paid him and he left. I stood there by the roadside. Cars and trucks swooshed past. It bubbled with so much excitement with people loitering about. Twinkle stars dotted the sky, and it was 7:14 pm when I glanced at my wristwatch. I became so worried. What if I get home very late at night and peradventure grandma had gone to bed, what would I do? My phone was down too.
So many negative thoughts clouded my head. But I was left with no option. I knew nobody in Awka, and even though I did, there was no means to reach anybody.

There were other people by the roadside also waiting for the next available bus to stop. We waited for fifteen minutes before one eventually halted when it got to where we stood. Everyone took on their heels, running towards the bus, vying for space. The sharp girl in me quickly got activated. “Nwayoo Nwayoo,” the conductor gestured them to take it easy. I didn’t dull myself at this point because I knew what was at stake. Who knows when another bus would come. The way and manner I squeezed myself inside the bus got other passengers talking. They marveled, but I gat no joy, so I didn’t join in the laughter.
When finally it got filled, few other people were unlucky, so they stood waiting for the next available bus.

The driver ignited the engine and screeched loudly on the tarred road. I sat calmly in the back seat nursing thought. I was impatiently waiting to get home so I could just sleep over the heartache and hope the next day gets better. The driver played one annoying song that I felt like planking him. The road was free. No traffic like while I was coming the previous day. Though there were still few uniform men at several checking points. As usual, collecting what they feel was their right. The driver didn't argue whenever they flagged him down.

It was around 8:17 pm when I finally alighted from the bus and gave the conductor #150. I have one more route to traverse before getting home. And it required just about a ten-minute ride from the junction where I stood fagging down bike men, but they tried taking advantage of the time to charge me higher. I didn’t have enough cash with me again, so I overlooked those greedy bike men and waited to see if I’d see one that would take a lesser amount from me.
Just then, a mini bike drove past. It turned and drove back and halted before me. “Zee, what are you doing here by this time of the night?” cane a masculine voice.

I quickly looked up to see who knew me. It was Ikenna, one of my classmates then in secondary school. But Ikenna left our school after he wrote junior waec with us. He didn’t move on with school after the exams. He simply went on to learn electrical wiring and connection. And he had turned a certified electrician, making his own money.

“Ikenna, is that you? Hmmm… longest time.” I chuckled.
“Yeahhhh. Otegokwa oo.” He meant it’s been a while.
“Where are you coming from? Are you going home now?” he added in one breath. He then rubbed his hand against his long beards.
“Yeah. I went for my screening exam at Unizik, Awka.”
“Oh! How was it? Well, I trust you naa. Z for Zee!” He showered me with praises.
“You this boy, you still haven’t changed.”

We laughed.

“Well, it didn’t hold again.”
“Postponed?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Oya enter, let’s get going.”
“Oh! Thank you, so much.” I climbed the back seat, and we zoomed off.

We didn’t get to converse while he drove. Ikenna was on earphones too. Probably he was listening to music.

At last, Ikenna dropped me outside our gate and I couldn’t thank him enough for his kind gesture. He refused to collect a dime from me. I thought he might even request my phone number, but he left without asking for anything. I heaved a sigh of relief, finally getting home safely. It was a few minutes past nine, and the gate was locked. I had to hit harder at the gate before grandma came out with a rechargeable lamp. I saw her through the side of the gate as she walked towards the gate.

“Ziora, why didn’t you stay and come back the next day? I have been calling your number and it wasn’t connecting.” Grandma lamented in the Igbo language when finally she opened the big black gate. She even went on in a proverbial statement that I barely understood. I stood there dumbfounded. If only she knew my pains, she would just leave me to be. She was angry because I kept late night and still didn’t call to inform her I was coming. “What if something bad had happened to you?” She added to my discomfort.

Silence.

She turned and walked in, and out of nowhere, Darlington was the next person I saw behind her. Damn! So, this guy is here again; I said to myself. He didn’t say anything to me. I returned the energy too. We just stared at each other, I was already pissed off by grandma’s harsh words. Darlington waited till I walked in, he then locked the gate and followed behind me. I walked straight to my room. There was light, so the first thing I did was plug my phone into a socket. I walked towards the bed and slumped tiredly, my eyes glued to the white bulb.

Heartbreak really sucks. Tears were gradually forming in my eyelids. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could shrug it off. I just lay on my bed balling in tears. Old memories kept popping up. I remembered those happy days with my guy. The days we had good moments and laughter. It seemed like the world was coming to an end, and I was the only one who knows.

I was left with tons of questions. I pondered if I’d ever move on from Meska, the one that ripped my heart out. What actually made me fall in love with him and what really made him break my heart? I rose and reached for my phone. It had added some charges, so I powered it. WhatsApp was the first app I clicked on. I texted him. I had to pour out my heart with words. My messages ticked two but he didn’t seem to care. He didn’t open my messages, even when it was obvious he was online. I tried a lot to interact with him but he seemed too busy to read my texts. I had hoped he would reply me, but, still, I got no reply from his side.

Again, I controlled my mind by thinking he was busy. I felt jealous recalling I had met him with someone else earlier. She might be the one getting all the attention now, I had pondered. Tears trickled down my cheeks and I dabbed my face with my left hand. I never knew a day would come when I’d cry because of Meska. The same guy I had been supporting with everything in me. I remembered teasing him about his girlfriends treating him well in school and he denied and said it was just me. Damn! So, Meska had been playing me all this while?

Again I messaged “Hello” and a reply popped up saying, “Yeah?” I didn’t know what to say anymore. The question mark was a big a turn-off and that got me feeling terrible. Maybe I shouldn’t have texted him. Well, I got some courage and I still confessed my feelings and how terrible he made me feel, Meska read but didn’t reply. I felt broken but it was okay. There was nothing else I could do. I got hurt knowing that he actually read and ignore me.

I lay there on my back, feeling the tears streaming down my face after I have ran out of energy for those big sobs. Looking at this particular cloth of mine he wore the last time he was in our house, all I felt was pains. I felt like changing his contact name from Meska to pains, so I don’t get to re-read all of those WhatsApp messages again. It pained me not knowing how he felt about the whole thing, but I was almost certain he didn’t feel what I felt. I remembered what Grandma once said, "they don't love you, they'd only sleep with you and move to the next person."

Thirty minutes later, I was staring at one of the pictures of Meska and I were in a romantic pose when I heard someone cough from behind. I was flabbergasted when I realized Darlington was standing behind me. Who knows how long he had been standing there.

“So, this is the dude you have been allotting grandma’s foodstuffs?” He said. Damn! I was shocked to my bone marrow. How on earth did this one get to know? I was certain nobody knew about Meska and I. How come this guy knew. I deliberated as I stared blankly at him. “You know what I’m saying, or do you want to deny it?” He added.

Silence.

He was getting at my nerves with all those provoking queries. As if what Meska did to me wasn’t enough, and there he stood acting like one headteacher. Surprisingly, the next move Darlington made was, he turned. And when I thought he was leaving my room, he locked the door and turned at my direction.

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Manna4Gurls:
First to do no dey pain...u cheated first so deal with it ziggy

Abi ooo

Hahaha

Shyhumbility1:
Meska b bad joor e choke ride on OP

Lol.. What about Ziggy that cheated with her cousin

kceemart:
Very nice Op,am very anxious to know what happened to Ziggy.I wish she forgets about men and concentrate on her studies.

Lol... Ziggy will be fine.

Las las

Adesina12:
So sorry poor Ziggy
Meska has been sampling different pussy even when he just came out of Ziggy’s colocolo
Weldone Op
Sweet popcorn for you

Lmao

Sampling what?

Ann2012:
Well done OP

Thank you.

� Episode 11�

Meska and I went three rounds before daybreak, and that really sapped my strength that morning. I got up before him. When I knelt to say a quick prayer, the scenes of the previous night clouded my head. Voices were accusing and judging me—that was my conscience pricking me. “What made you think your prayers will be answered?” I was there motionless and I couldn’t even open my mouth to pray. Damn!

Meska was still asleep. I glanced through my phone, it was 7:12 am. My phone battery was running low too. I hurriedly brushed my teeth inside his bathroom. Water was running, so I took my bath too, and hurried out of the bathroom. I was wearing my clothes when Meska sluggishly opened his eyes. Our eyes got locked in contact, he smiled but I didn’t reciprocate. I wasn’t excited. I had this feeling God would punish me with a poor result with what I just did. Those were the kind of thoughts that conflicted in my head. I even tried recalling some of the Physics formulas I crammed last night but I couldn’t seem to recall even one. Chill bumps!!

I wore my clothes absent-mindedly. “Good morning, my love,” Meska broke the awkward silence. “Good morning,” I murmured. Meska noticed my countenance wasn’t all that friendly, so he quickly fling the duvet and rose from the bed. He moved towards the wardrobe where I stood, almost done dressing in my blue gown. He wanted to say something, then came a knock on the door.

“Yes. Who’s there?” He turned, facing the iron door.
“Emeka open door abeg!” came the voice from outside.
“Who you be?” Meska turned the doorknob and the door got opened.
“Hwfa, help me with toothpaste.” A tall skinny dude walked in.
“Come, you no fit buy toothpaste?” Meska teased with a half-smile.
“Thunder fire you! No be you use my own finish?”

They both laughed out loud at his joke. I needed nobody to tell me the dude was probably his neighbor, and maybe his friend too.
“Na your sister be this? She is fine oo.” He turned to me. I just chuckled and sat on the bed.
“Yes. Na my sister. You wan marry her?” Meska answered.
“If you give me I go collect. Hope say una bride price no cost shaa?”
“Idiot! C'mon get out,” replied Meska.

The dude left giggling after he collected the paste. Meska locked the door and hastily turned in my direction: “Ziggy you don’t look happy,” he paused and stared at me. “Why should I? I have exams by nine and I’m very weak and tired now.” I scowled my face. He needed no further explanation to tell him what I meant, so he started apologizing. He said he couldn’t help it. Meska blamed his sensitivities.
"Well, I need to start going now. I don’t want to take any chances. It’s almost 8:00 am and you know the exam is by 9:00 am” I brought out my bag and arranged my clothes neatly into it. I planned to go home immediately after the exam just as I promised grandma.

Meska quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face. He wore a jean and a shirt before finally, we dashed out of his apartment. I didn’t know the venue, so he lead the way and I followed him. When we got to the back gate, Meska beckoned on me to join the rest aspirants who were heading to the exam venue. Meska said he had an important assignment to submit before 9:00 am. He embraced me and wished me success.
He turned while I proceeded. Candidates were trooping in, so I joined them. I turned at intervals to catch a glimpse of Meska. I did so until he was far from reach.

***

Unfortunately, the Post utme didn’t commence at the stipulated time. We waited outside and got tired of standing. It wasn’t funny that year. Unlike the previous years when the screening was done using paper and pencil type. Unizik moved to Computer Based Test (CBT) and we happened to be the first set of aspirants to test the torture. Yes. It was a big one. That was in the year 2015.

These people weren’t fully prepared for what they exposed most of us to on the first day of the screening test. I can never forget in a hurry the endless pushing while we queued outside. Or, should I talk about the scorching sun that almost gave me a fever? Some candidates even turned to play, pushing one another while they shouted “Forward! Forward Ever!”

It got to a time some aspirants resorted to fainting, and those who fainted were rushed in for immediate treatment. And that really served as a saving grace for them. The rest of us stood there while waiting for our turn. Those who managed to go in complained about poor systems and its slow operation.

Funnily enough, the medical team brought back the ambulance used in evacuating fainted victims and kept it on standby, perhaps they guessed another candidate would still faint. All my life, I never knew what it feels like to faint. Instead, they stained my gown and threaded on my legs. These people nearly broke my toes but God saved me that day.

Sad to say, some of us eventually ended up not sitting for the screening exercise that day. Despite the hard pushing and scorching sun that feasted on us. The management asked us to come back four days later for the screening exercise because other subsequent days had been fixed for candidates of other faculties to sit for the exam. I was so pissed off at my bone marrow. Other aspirants complained bitterly. Some said they came from a far distance and had other engagements on the new date.

I was just tired and confused. After the whole struggle. It was so pathetic but we had no option. It was 5:15 pm when I checked my wristwatch. My phone was completely down because I couldn’t find anywhere to charge it. I earlier hoped to do so at Meska's apartment that night but the light lasted barely an hour.

I contemplated whether to go home from there or perhaps go to Meska's apartment and eventually leave as early as possible the next day. But first of all, I looked for a canteen to settle my rumbling belly. I hadn’t eaten since sunrise and my stomach was giving me all manner of kicks. People were buying one or two. The place was crowded with aspirants, so I waited patiently for my turn. About three ladies were attending to candidates. When it reached my turn, I bought snacks and a cold soft drink. I found an empty seat and did my business. The snacks weren’t enough, so I bought more till I got replenished.

At 5:42 pm, I was at the back gate. I trekked from inside the school downward. The distance was quite long. Should I go home from here or stop by at Meska's apartment? I stood there a bit confused about what next to do. I held my bag firmly because I was told crazy things happen at Awka as of then. Anything was possible including attacks from cult boys. I was extremely watchful. My phone was inside my bag since I had nothing to do with it at the moment.

Finally, I made up my mind to stop by Meska's apartment and leave as early as possible the following day. I took that decision because I was scared of the unknown. Like, what if I was unable to get home on time like it happened while I was coming to Awka?
So many “what if” questions actually made me change my mind.

The good thing is, Meska's was not far. It was easy to recognize and locate too. I could easily trek to his apartment, but I was exhausted. So I stopped a bike.
“How much?” I asked when I announced the name of his lodge.
“Your money is two hundred naira,” he answered.
“Ah! But it’s a hundred naira.”
“You go pay #150?” he said, his eyes roved in search of other possible passengers to pick up.

I understood that gesture. He had several options because of the numerous candidates that stood waiting for means to go leave the school domain. He would simply leave me if I continued to bargain, so I climbed and he zoomed off.

It was less than fifteen minutes and we finally arrived at Meska's apartment. As usual, students here and there, going about their businesses. I climbed the staircase, hopeful to meet my guy. I’d have called him but my phone was down.
I had walked halfway through the corridor to the second floor where his room was. You wouldn’t believe what I saw. Oh! My God. I sighted Meska coming out from his room, and by her left was a random girl whom he hung his hand around her waist. Damn! I was frozen. I had seen them before Meska looked up and saw me there motionless.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Meska’s countenance changed the moment he spotted me standing there like a tree. I felt like my intestines were been sliced with scissors. My heart thudded against my ribs. Words can’t depict the way I felt that evening.

Meska's walking step suddenly changed and the girl knew it had something to do with me standing there, and when they walked to where I stood, shockingly they passed me by. Meska didn’t say anything to me. He just started and passed by. That was the height of it. Did this guy just walk past me? I turned, he turned but the girl dragged his face to the front and they walked down the staircase.

Every part of me stopped. My heart literally felt like it had shattered and I felt like Mike Tyson in his prime walked up to me and sucker punched me. Nothing felt right in my mind at that moment. Breathing seems to choke and I felt like someone had kicked me repeatedly in the stomach. Nothing made sense to me as I stood there.

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The prospect of knowing Darlington and Annabel were having something irked me. I probably shouldn’t feel bad my cousin was having something to do with my close friend, but the fact Annabel hid it from me made me feel bad. Darlington on his part irritated me too. Maybe he didn’t know the secret affairs we had had a bond it brought afterward. I was simply mad at the duo.

Annabel was gradually getting tired of my attitude towards her after I met her with Darlington. She didn’t expect me to react the way I did but she barely knew
exactly how I felt. Our friendship was on the verge of breaking by the day.

Well, long story short, Annabel stopped coming to our house. We met only during the lesson period and barely talked like we used to. She had other friends she mingled with after the lesson unlike myself who half knew anyone else.
It was all my fault. Maybe I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I just couldn’t handle the sort of jealousy that clouded my heart. Annabel once queried angrily if I’d marry my cousin? Of course, I didn’t have any response to her query. I wasn’t sure what was doing me then. I was just young and naïve.

Within a few weeks, I subdued those thoughts and moved on. My Meska was there for me, too. JAMB exam was what occupied my mind. It did come and pass. My aggregate score was 286, and that was a big boost to my chances of getting my desired course, Applied Microbiology and Brewing. I was excited I made the cut-off mark. Annabel scored 254. Of course, she didn’t tell me herself. I found out through one of her friends. Annabel and I didn’t choose the same University. She chose Unical.

All while I was preparing for my journey to the University, grandma and my uncles were making plans for another person who would stay with grandma just in case I scale through the admission process and eventually get admitted.
I called my Dad and mom, telling them my score. They were glad I made the cutoff mark. My Dad said I should put more effort into the screening test so that all my efforts wouldn’t be in vain. I also called my uncles, indirectly sending them signals that I was on the verge of leaving their mother for school.

***
Post utme was the next thing in my mind. I chatted with Meska and informed him I’d be coming to their school for my screening exam (Post utme). I asked him to help me contact one of his female friends who could easily accommodate me for the two days I’d be staying in Awka. He obliged and promised to do the needful. He said I shouldn’t worry about accommodation. I knew Meska lived alone off-campus, but I didn’t want to stay in his apartment or perhaps pass the night there before writing my exam the next day. I needed maximum concentration to come out in flying colors, and he understood that too.

Meska equally assisted me with useful past questions which he sent across via pdf format. Even though he was an Art student, he was still able to get my subject combination, Phy—Chm—Bio from his friends. He played a major role in giving me the necessary orientation I needed for the upcoming screening test, which was a computer-based test.
I was anxiously anticipating as the days passed by. It was a different kind of feeling entirely. All my life, I haven’t seen the four walls of any University. Not only that, I was going to meet my guy again—and that was enough reason to be enthusiastic.

While waiting for the screening test, I didn’t relax at all. I was told Unizik was very competitive and one would only need a connection to succeed if eventually, you fail to meet up the required score. I wasn’t the kind of student that would read once and get it retained in my memory. I’d have to study and study before it sticks, so I steadily burn midnight candles. It was one of the periods I read like never before. The way some of my friends online hyped the exam stole sleep away from my eyes. Besides, I didn’t want to settle for Polytechnic. My Dad wouldn’t accept such from me. He made it clear that it was either a University or another University. He meant, it’s either I gain admission or I wait and rewrite another JAMB.

The day before the exam, I called Meska and informed him I would be coming in the evening so he could take me to the place I’d stay against tomorrow's exam. Meska was excited he would see me in a few hours. Well, the feeling was mutual. I was delighted too. I had missed him so dearly.

It was around 3:30 pm when I started preparing. I took my bath, brushed my teeth, and did a light make–up that concealed all the black spots on my face. I needed to dress like a campus girl, too. So I wore one of my favorite chevon tops and black jeans. I glanced in the mirror, carefully staring at my reflection, and applying lipstick to my lips. My hair was beautifully tied up in a bun. I reached into the wardrobe and picked two other clothes of mine that I cherished. I picked other accessories I’d be needing over there. And they were neatly arranged in my small red and white bag. I was finally done dressing up, I wore my most expensive perfume, and I made sure it was obvious I had a cologne.

Grandma was sleeping in her room when I entered to inform her I was about to leave for my exam. I tapped her gently and she rose. Grandma sat me down and gave me motherly advice. She cautioned me to be watchful and to always mind my movement. She knew it was my first time traveling to Awka, so she counseled me to mind my business and avoid trouble with anybody. She equally said a short prayer and wished me success, and that made me emotional. Grandma had me at heart. She wanted the best for me even though I was on the verge of leaving her for school, but she still wanted me to succeed, and I felt her good intentions.

“Thank you, grandma. I made soups for you and they are in the freezer. I’ll be back tomorrow evening, by God’s grace,” I said.
“Ngwanu, jee nke oma. Gbadokwa anya,” she bid me farewell in the Igbo language. I left her room with a half-smile. I hit back to my room, picked up my bag, and zoomed off. It was 4:15 pm when I left the house.

From our hometown to Awka was less than an hour's journey, but we spent two hours in transit. There was a disastrous accident along the highway. A long lorry collided with a truck and the outcome was terrible that all moving vehicles diverted to one lane. It was the rainy season too, and the roads were awful. Throughout our journey, almost everyone on the bus complained bitterly about how the government had failed to work on the major roads across the state.
Meska was steadily checking up on me. He called severally to know if I had arrived.

It was 5:58 pm when I finally arrived at Awka. I stopped at Unizik junction as directed by Meska. Cars and trucks swooshed past. Students were on different sides of the road. The weather was unclear. It seemed it would rain. I quickly dialed Meska's number, and in a twinkle of an eye, he came from behind, tickling my ribs. He hugged me as soon as I turned. “So fast? Have you been waiting here?” He nodded his head affirmatively. Meska was all smile on his sleeves and a black short. “Ziggy, I miss you,” Meska said. I was all smiles. I was timid to reciprocate when I saw the number of people close by.

Meska took my bag and lead the way to his lodge at Aroma. He didn’t want us to trek even when it was about ten-fifteen minutes walk. We boarded a bike and we soon arrived. It was twilight and the sun had gone down completely.
His apartment was a storey building painted in green and yellow. There were many numbers of students moving in and out of the building. Meska's room was upstairs, so we climbed the staircases. The moment he opened the door, Nepa restored light. Meska's rough face came through the white bulb. “What happened to your face? Have you used any ointment? I moved towards him, using my fingers to burst the ripe pimples carefully. He groaned in pain as soon as I punctured his skin. “See your ugly face. You have changed.” I taunted him.
We laughed.

Meska took my bag and dropped it under his wooden wardrobe. His room was littered with his drawing materials. I wasn’t surprised to see some of them on the bed. Meska went ahead to apologize again for what transpired between us. I quickly pleaded with him not to bring back the past.

“Have you called the girl I’d be staying with this night?” I asked. I needed us to divert from the past which seemed like he wasn’t ready to let go.
“Yes. I called her around 4:00 pm.”
“What did she say?”
“She said she is going to be back from church from 6:00 pm upwards.
“Okay then.” I finally sat at the edge of his bed and asked him to bring my bag. He did—and I gently unzipped it—and brought out black nylon which contained a row of sachet tea, milk, and corn flakes. There was butter and bread too. Meska was smiling when I handed them to him.
“Thank you, babe.” He kissed my forehead. He was overwhelmed seeing his girl again. She joined me in the bed and we got talking.

At 6:45 pm, Meska called the girl, but she didn’t pick up. She called back immediately, saying she was still in church. She promised she would stop by and take me along to her apartment once she is out of the fellowship center. It was quite relieving hearing that from her. So, Meska and I relaxed. We got talking and laughing out loud. I have missed his vibes. I moved closer and rested on his thighs while he played with my hair.

At 7:15 pm, the girl called back. She told him they just dismissed and she would soon be on her way. I quickly arranged my bags and zipped them.
At 7:20 pm, the roof began banging with drops of rain. It was raining heavily that we closed the windows because of the heavy waves that had blown up. And not long, the light went off. The room got illuminated by Meska's rechargeable lamp.

While we waited for the rain to stop, I told him I was feeling famished. He asked if noodles would be fine with me because that was the only fast food available. I told him to go on with it. I had no option. And it eventually turned out well, he came minutes later with two plates of spiced noodles and fried egg. We dined on his bed, feeding each other like couples. Meska was romantic. Not to exaggerate, my guy was damn incredible.
Seconds turned minutes and minutes turned hours, yet the rain didn’t stop. Time was ticking away. There was no point calling the innocent girl since it was still raining

At 10:38 pm, the rain finally stopped. Everywhere became dark and quiet. Meska said it was unsafe to go anywhere at that time, and I didn’t argue. It was really late. The serenity of the compound and its neighborhood spoke volumes. Meska's phone came beeping. It was the same girl calling. I heaved a big sigh of relief. I guess she was finally outside. But sadly, she only called to inform him she wouldn’t make it again. She was already in her apartment. It finally dawned on me I had no option but to stay back with Meska.
The long hours on the road from our hometown to Awka really sapped my strength. I was tired. I later took my bath, removed my undies, and wore a short; a sport short. I searched through Meska's wardrobe and found one of his sleeveless.

Meska lay on his bed pressing his phone. I sat at the edge of the bed scrolling through the past questions on my phone. Many dirty thoughts started running in my head. I was thinking of making out with Meska, or a least feeling his touches. But we were both glued to our phones. I knew Meska was doing everything possible to put himself under control, knowing I have an exam the following day.
After 10-15 minutes, he slept off unannounced. I stayed up with my phone. I did my last revision before retiring beside Meska.

At around 4 am, I was woken by some touch around my waist and it moved inside my shorts! I turned around to find that the touch was that of Meska's hand. He was awake—and when I tried resisting him, he planted a tight kiss on my lips, and we kissed passionately, tasting our tongues. The light from the rechargeable lamp has gone down; it became dim. We got rolling on the sheet. Meska took charge and stayed on top. He quickly pulled the sleeveless, revealing my bare breast. He fondled, caressed, and suckled on my hardened nips. I knew he had missed my boobs. A certified breast lover.

I arched against him when he moved to my other breast. Two fingers worked inside me, a little uncomfortable but nothing I couldn’t handle. Not so long as he kept his mouth on me, lavishing my breasts with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot and my eyes rolled back into my head. So close. The strength of what was building was staggering. Mind-blowing. My body was going to be blown to dust, and atoms, when this hit. If he stopped, I’d cry. Cry, and beg. And maybe kill... I came, groaning, every muscle drawn taut. It was almost too much. Almost.

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Episode 9


Having Meska in my life lighted up my world again. I went back to the days of constant chatting and video call with him. We chatted about what we had been up to for the past weeks. And it seemed we were a lot more compatible than we had previously been. We texted like never before. I didn’t have any worries or doubts about rekindling the relationship, especially given how much we had changed.

He finally narrated his ordeal to me. According to Meska, the caretaker had seized his phone after he promised to pay but couldn’t fulfill his promises and those were the days I couldn’t reach him. He said he almost sold his phone just to settle the bill. Meska said he used the last money I sent to him to settle one of his friends who assisted him.

***

My grandma and I were back to our boring life in absence of Darlington. Thanks goodness Annabel came back. She visited our house regularly. We would talk and gossip about some of our classmates each time she visited. Annabel never lacked what to say or discuss. I always teased her with “Annabel the talkative” She deserves an award for being the most talkative friend I got.

Months later, Darlington finally graduated from UNN. He posted the pictures of him signing out on Facebook. Just like every other person in the comment section, I congratulated him and wished him success in his next life endeavors. I anticipated seeing him maybe days later, but he didn’t come as he said.
So, Annabel remained the only person that visited our house regularly.

One Saturday evening, we were together in our house talking, Annabel asked if I was going to register for JAMB lesson which according to her had started.
“Yipee! Yes! Yes!” I shouted, punching the air with my fists.
“What’s that? Why the excitement?” She asked.

I was thrilled that I wouldn’t be the only teenager in our street, suffering through JAMB classes.
“You know I have always thought about how to go about this lesson of a thing all alone,” I replied. I wasted no time telling why I was delighted. I wouldn’t like to walk in there feeling like one JJC.
“Oh! I see why you are excited. I hope you’ll also be excited when you see JAMB Chemistry questions. They can make an adult cry,” Annabel said.

“And you know Zee is not an Olodo right? I’ll definitely scale through those questions. Besides, I chose this.”
“What did you choose?” she asked.
“Phy—Chem—Bio.”
“But wait…”
“What's that?”
“Erm, Zee, but your parents can afford to send you to Canada or The United States of America for uni right?” she said inaudibly, probably pondering whether what she just said didn’t screech insensitive.

“Of course, they can. You know my eldest sister is in the US. And likewise, my mum wants me to go there too,” I paused.
“But?” She offered, encouraging me to continue.
“But I have always told her I didn’t like the idea.”
Annabel was puzzled.
“Girllll, are you for real?”
I nodded my head affirmative.

She was literally like, what is this girl saying? Who meets such an opportunity to study abroad but rather prefers to suffer from the yearly and endless ASUU strike that for long hindered most Nigerian students from graduating as when due? She stared surprisingly.

“Why the look? It’s my choice or you’re surprised?”
“Of course. Why won’t I be? All my life, I’ve never met anyone who says such a thing,” she spat.
“Hian, has it gotten to that? Well, I guess I’m the first then, you know there is always a first time for everything right?

Silence.

“Annabel, I’m not interested in going abroad for school. Maybe after school, I’ll consider.
“Okay oo, so it’s JAMB for you then. At least for now?”
“Yeah. JAMB for now.” I smirked.

Annabel went on to enlighten me about the JAMB lesson, that although it was open to anyone taking or re-taking JAMB, there were older folks who possibly had failed severally and they were also part of the lesson.
"But our age group dominated this particular JAMB lesson,” she added.
The lesson starts at 4:30 pm to accommodate those who were in school.
So, that was how Annabel took me there the following week, and I got registered with two thousand, five hundred naira.

***

One very day, Annabel and I were on our way to the lesson. We usually trek to the venue unless whenever we were late, then, we would bike. This very day, we trekked because we went on time.

As we trekked, there was this combination of nervousness and excitement that had been simmering on Annabel all day, causing her to walk a little faster than usual. If she didn’t notice the marked increase in her pace, I certainly did.
“Girl, wait for me naa!” I groaned, panting as I jogged a short distance until I caught up with her. That was the fourth time I had to catch up with her that afternoon, and we had only been walking for ten minutes. I wasn’t happy with her power walking.

“What exactly is chasing you?” I demanded when I caught up with her.

Silence.

“You’ve just been walking faster as if they are going to share free food at the lesson hall.”
She laughed.
“It's not funny, and you know.”
“Um, nothing really. I just want to seat in the front seat today,” she said.

“Story. We’ll surely get there on time. That’s certainly not the reason.” I refused to believe any of the rational but completely bogus explanations.
“My mummy won’t be happy if she finds out I got late to the lesson,” she added, hoping that would get me off her back.

“We’ll surely get there on time and still have time to relax before the class kicks off. So you better tell me what is chasing you.” I checked my brown leather wristwatch, it was three minutes before 4:00 pm.
“I have told you but you have chosen not to believe me,” she replied.
“Lair!” I said, accusingly.
“Zee, please, leave me alone. Stop pestering me!” she snarled.
“Hmmm. Do you call this pestering, ehn? You better talk and stop this your grammar. And you know I’ll still find out.”

Annabel stubbornly refused to tell me what was responsible for her rush to the JAMB lesson that afternoon. Instead, she temporarily abandoned the topic and switched to telling me another thing entirely. But my occasional “Um—hmm” and “Okay” I uttered now and then did not satisfy her, and she accused me of not paying attention.
Of course, she was right. But I was so aware Annabel was a certified talkative and no secret, not even the ones which appeared to be harmless on the surface, were safe with her. I was also getting tired of her constant talking more than anything else.
And no matter how hard I wished, a large man-sized bird didn’t swoop down and carry Annabel away and dump her on a deserted Island where she would have coconut trees and rushing waves for company. It didn’t happen. They were mere wishes. Annabel kept talking until we reached our JAMB Tutorial hall.
Then I was relieved that Annabel instantly abandoned me as she found other people she knew and went to fraternize with them. “Peace at least!” I sighed in relief.

I went straight inside the tutorial hall, few people were seated already. It was a spacious hall with wooden chairs arranged in rows. The time was 4:15 pm and about fifteen minutes more before the tutorial would start. I watched through the open windows as people loitered about. I have always enjoyed my space more than anything. I sat there quietly, observing movements.

Moments later, I felt the urge to drink something cold. My throat was dried. I quickly stood up and headed towards the canteen which was behind the auditorium. The sun had gone down, but not completely.
Aunty Oge was the lady that sold foodstuffs and provisions there. A single mother of two. That was exactly what Annabel told me the very first time we went there, even when I didn’t ask her about the woman’s status. Apart from provisions, she had a small space where people relax and enjoy small chops and drinks. She also made pepper soup at night.

“Aunty Oge, please, give me one cold Fanta,” I stepped inside the canteen, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was frozen for some seconds. Yes, you guessed right if you guessed I met Annabel. But I’m sure you’d never guess right whom she was with. My cousin's brother, Darlington! They were both seated having drinks and small snacks. Heii God! I couldn’t believe Darlington could be this shocking and unpredictable.

They saw me and I saw them too. Our eyes got locked in contact—and nobody uttered a word. I should have known why Annabel was pacing faster. I then remembered that very day I took grandma to the hospital. I remembered they didn’t exchange contact while Darlington and I waited outside for grandma to get ready. How on earth did these two people connect?

I left with the cold drink but suddenly lost appetite. I didn’t open it. I held it as I returned to my seat. Lots of thoughts clustered in my head, I was so annoyed. I was ashamed of Darlington. It simply implies that was how he goes about with everything he finds on skirt. He didn’t visit us as he promised but there he was, sharing drinks with my close friend. I was enveloped with anger and jealousy. I was boiling inside. Like Darlington had the gut to go after my friend, after napping with me.

Annabel later joined the tutorial when Mr. Iyke had taught Geometry in Mathematics for almost thirty minutes. Throughout the time we were there, I couldn’t concentrate. My mind drifted, with voices saying this and that.

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