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Xavier5:
Feel free

Carterj007:
Nice one man.

@jullyrosy, we meet once again.

Carterj007:
Hmmmm. Good work, keep it up.

felix00:
For how long?

Carterj007:
Hello mi lady.

Carterj007:
Abeg leave her for me oo

Frank25:
Thanks bae . If nt say i get galfriend i for dun *****

dimssy:
Who Dey house?

Moura, how far?

Gideons708:
Yeah thanks, I got it sorted.

Frank25:
I dun serve u the update Carterj007 so enjoy!!!

U keep telling us to comment but u dey snub my comment they acknowledge one person. ..weldone oo

nice story sha

Moura7:
Omo Jully baby and investor and everybody...I dey try come up with something but I just dey hit brick wall. I have something but it just doesn't feel right yet. Let's see though if inspiration no show, I go just update am like that. No vex abeg

Gideons708:
Hello mate.

Is there a way I can get this book copy out of Okadabooks? Their customer service is shitty, made a refill since but it's yet to reflect.

Elzak:
Moura7 at least pity jullyrosy

Moura7:
17

Kk

"No", I said firmly to her offer of joining her on that thing to journey the underworld. Can't blame me, almost 90% of all road accidents are motorbike related and I want about to risk my life to verify if the stats were true. This is one stat I'm ready to swallow, hook, line and sinker.

"Alright ", she shrugged unperturbed. "Suit yourself. I'm just going on a little harmless joyride".

"Yeah, to the underworld", I scoffed, folding my arms.

"You probably right", she smirked.

"That's not funny. Don't joke with death".

"You're the one that made the joke about death", she said.

"Do you even have a license to ride that thing?" I demanded.

"I have a driver's license"

"A driver's license and a motorbike license are not the same thing and I'm pretty sure you're aware of that".

"I know how to ride it, so who cares?"

"Law enforcers?"

"Nothing a few bucks can't fix. Its Nigeria duhh", she said rolling her eyes. "Wait, do you ever uncomfortable with that stuck up your ass?" She arched an eyebrow.

I gave an unimpressed look. "Funny"

"I mean it. You take things way too seriously".

"What, you mean the law? My life?"

"Learn to live a little. Be spontaneous. You just might end up enjoying your life for once".

"Oh please, I enjoy my life immensely", I folded my arms across my chest.
"And I'd like to continue it by not killing myself on that death trap".

"Don't be a p****y", she patted the space behind her on the seat. "Cmon, get on here right on. I'm not going to ask you again and be rest assured, I'll never forgive you again. Now hurry up and make a decision before the security alerts Joy that I'm on my dad's motorbike and she starts acting hysterical".

I paused for a long while and after a deep breath, I made my way over to the bike.

"I'm to regret this", I muttered, climbing behind her.
"I know I'm going to regret this. Is it a talent? Getting people to do what you want?"

"A talent, skill, super power", she shrugged, turning the key in the ignition to start up the engine and kicked up the kickstand.
"I have a way with words, what can I say? Put your arms around me unless you want to fall and crack your head on the concrete, which would be kinda funny initially", she joked as she revved the demon. I feel her smirking as I snaked my arms round her tummy.

"Mia!", I snapped. "Just shut up. I'm nervous enough as it is and speaking of cracking skulls open, shouldn't we have helmets on?"

"It much better this way", she said, easing out. "More chilly."

"Its also the more likely way to get us killed", I said sounding overly anxious.
"You know what? Never mind, I don't want to do this."

"Such a cry baby", she sneered, as she circled the round extravagant fountain in the driveway before heading out through the gates. "Don't worry. I ride this thing all the time. I know what I'm doing."

"That doesn't make me feel any better", I muttered. "No speeding okay? Take it slow."

"Um, yeah sure", she affirmed with a nod just before she hit the streets and started speeding off.

"Mia!" I yelled over the wind, my arms instinctively tightening round her tummy. "I said slow!"

"Speed it up? She asked, feigning deaf. "Okay!"

She revved the engine and plunged down the road with even greater speed than before, letting out a shout of joy. I grimaced as the Lagos wind hit my face hard.

Eventually she had to slow down and come to a complete stop at a red light. She glanced over her shoulder at me, combing the hair out of her face.

"You good?" She asked with an amused expression.

"I think I'm going to throw up", I replied sounding queasy.

"Well don't do it on me. Even even a spittle gets on this Burberry top, I'll strangle you to death."

"Are you trying to kill us?", I snapped, gaining back a bit of myself.

"I'm not going to kill us. How many do I gotta tell you that I'm a very skilled driver?", she rolled her eyes and then patted my arm. "Don't worry."

"Dont worry? You're not even going the speed limit!" He exclaimed. "If you don't cause our brains to flood out on the road, you're going get the police to pull us over."

"We are on a motorcycle", she shrugged. "The speed limits for bikes and cars aren't the same."

"Wha--that doesn't--that's not even close to being tru-"

The red light changed to green and she sped off once more, cutting me off abruptly.

We spent a bit more horrifying time on the road before she finally got us to our destination which looked like a bar. A bar?
She brought us to a freaking bar!

"You brought us to a bar?", I asked appalled as I took in where we were.

"Yeah, why?", she asked nonchalantly.

"We've still got school tomorrow?"

"So?", she said as she pushed open the door and we stepped into the bar.

N-joyment, as the bar was named so creatively named, was dimly lit and a bit suffocating considering its small space and the large population of customers-- most of them drunk-- entertained. It honestly wasn't the type of place I'd ever imagined seeing a girl like Mia.

She hopped on a wooden stool and smiled at a bartender, while I followed at a much slower pace.

"I'll have two vodka on the rocks", she informed the employee. "One for me and one for him", she pointed at me.

"I don't drink", he said.

"Well then, two for me"

"Hmm...madam Mia, where you carry this one come from? Man wey no dey drink", the bartender sneered and Mia laughed a little.

"Don't mind him, James. He's such a prude", she said and the two of them laughed.

"Like you know the meaning of prude", I scoffed and the bartender's expression changed.

"Bros you wan talk something?", he asked with a frown as he approached me intimidatingly. Maybe he thought I was an ajebo that would be scared easily because I was hanging out with Mia. I got up my stool, cracking my knuckles and exaggerating my buff build intimidatingly too.

"I talk say you no know the meaning of wetin she talk and you dey laugh", I said in pidgin with the best imitation of the warri accent I could muster.

He paused as he heard me speak and then he smiled and walked back to his spot.

"Bros, you calm down na. Relax yourself", he said as he went to get the drinks.

"You're such a bully", Mia punched my arm playfully smiling. "You totally scared him off." For the first time that evening, I smiled.

"So I take it you come here often", I stated, glancing at the bartender now mixing the drinks.

"Often enough", she replied, digging round for something in her Jean pockets. Probably money.

"This doesn't seem like a place where Mia Rotimi would hang out", I said looking around.

"Which is exactly why Mia Rotimi hangs out in it", she smoothed out a couple thousand naira notes and handed it over to James, the bartender. "You can keep the change."

His face broke into a full grin as he pushed the drinks to her and picked up the notes, waving them around. "This na why my body dey always sweet me anytime when you show for here. Thank you Ma", he thanked and frowned at me before he got back to his job of mixing cocktails.

Mia giggled as she went for a sip of her poison when I grabbed her hand, a look of disapproval on my face.

"What?", she asked trying to tug her hand away from my grip.

"I don't know comfortable I feel with the only person who knows how to drive the monster that brought us here, getting wasted", I said with a frown.

"So you admit I know how to drive the bike?" She grinned. I swear, she just picks out what she wants to hear and does away with the rest.

"Mia!"

"Relax I'm not going to get wasted. It's only two drinks."

"That's more than enough to affect your driving."

"I need a drink. I'm stressed out."

"From what?"

"Well, you for one are annoying the hell out of me."

I still stared at her in moving before she exhaled in what I assumed to be submission.

"Fine. I'll just drink one and have water in between", she motioned for James to hand me a water bottle. "But you have to drink the other one. I already paid for it and it would be a waste of money to just toss it."

"You toss money around like it means nothing to you anyway", I pointed out.

She slid the drink over to me and cracked open the water bottle that James gave her and took a sip. "True but still."

I picked up the drink and gave her a look. "You're not very good influence."

"I'm great influence. Its not my fault people are keen on going with suggestions I offer. Can't blame them though, it's impossible to ignore perfection." She downed the alcohol in one gulp and sighed in content.

"Is that drinking water in between?"

She gave me a slightly nasty look, but took a sip from the water bottle. She brought her hand up to her head and massaged her temple.

"You okay?", I asked after sometime, genuinely concerned.

"I already told you. I'm stressed out."

"Why?"

"Well, if you must know Nosy. I'm currently going through a crisis and you're the cause."

"Hey", I objected. "I thought we're past that. I apologized and I even risked my life by getting on that death trap to prove how sorry I am."

"Yeah. Stil doesn't make it hurt any less, you know. Look K, I've been one to mince words so I'm going to give it to you straight. After the times I've spent with you, I've come to grow fond of you which is why it hurt when you just discarded me like that even after I opened up to you just the night before. You know, for a moment I thought finally here's someone I can talk with without having to put up walls and then that happened. You've apologised and all but I just can't help but feel it would happen again especially since your friends don't like me."

"I'm really sorry Mia. I wasn't in my right mind then." I apologised.  "And my friends are great. You'll know when you get to know them. I guess they were just shocked seeing you in my house, seeing as I rarely have people over."

"Mmhmm", Mia nodded but in a way that suggested she didn't  believe me.

"What?", I asked.

"Nothing", she smiled and I knew there was definitely something.

"Cmon tell me now or I'll tickle you"

"Okay okay", she laughed when I made to tickle her. "Its just that I think you're full of crap, no offence."

I frowned in confusion. "How? What do you mean?"

"Okay", she started. "Like when you said you don't drink, its BS cause we first met in a club and you were definitely drinking then and the stuff about having people over, remember I reduced you from a chick hounding you that night? And it definitely looked like you guys had some history", she finished and reached for her water.

"Um...firstly, I was in the club that night to relieve myself from pains and about Shade--"

"Oh her name is Shade", Mia cut me off, smiling. She was definitely enjoying this.

"I said I rarely have people over which means I do have people over but not regularly", I stated.

"Okay", she smiled.

"So...we good now?", I asked as I turned to look at her.

"It depends", she said twirling the glass that contained her finished drink.

"On?"

"How long have been in love with Nonye?", she asked, looking at my stunned self. Nobody can tell me anything again, this girl is a witch.......TBC

Omo.....been typing since 8am. This shit even deleted some of my chapters by itself. Please manage this one, guys. I kinda feel this chapter would've been better in Mia's POV sha. Let me know what you think. This update is dedicated to jullyrose

Moura7:
My phone's screen shattered on Sunday night, a Samsung phone screen. Got a new one yesterday and it turns out it was fake. Can't even type up to 50 words without it acting up and typing on it's own. Its money I'm looking for now to get it fixed. Sorry guys

Herbiedeen:
Kk wants nonye...
nonye wants dayo...
dayo wants mia...
mia stylish wants Kk...

wahala be like bicycle oh