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Writer's block?? Never had it ! @semid4lyfe, I just think the story needs a rest. I had fun writing it, but it was just for fun. Might continue later, or might start a more grown-up one, who knows?

Anyway guys, thanks for reading!

hello hi wassup, how una dey
hope i no miss too much play play
e good say the thread go always boom
with or without any messenger of doom
sweet thing no fit sour, good thing no fit spoil
if ever anyone dey rusty, another go put some oil
night or day, high or low, rain or shine
make we neva forget to drop at least one line

@ Ruudie, thanks. You know, this is actually the first time I've heard you speak to me in plain English! That pidgin thread sef !

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Kessy was really trying to conceal her moody state, barely listening as Tiara went on and on about some guy she’d just met at the party. Kessy was busy thinking about Max and how much attention he seemed to be paying to some girl he’d been dancing a lot with all night. She’d been happy at the beginning, when that her stunt with Chima had got Max flying over to “rescue” her. She’d deliberately played along with her boyfriend, letting him get away with stuff she’d never have done in the past, just to get Max jealous. But she saw now that she had only managed to get him mad at her.
   She knew this, because he had been ignoring her ever since, and even when she’d swallowed her pride and gone over to him to ask if he’d seen his sister, he’d barely even spared her a decent reply, turning back to continue talking with the group of friends he’d been with.
  Well, so far her plan had failed. It had been a stupid plan anyway – make Max jealous, and force him into admitting he had feelings for her. But all she’d done was push him further away.
  He’s never going to like me, she figured, sighing inwardly. Not the way she wanted him to like her anyway. She jumped when Tiara suddenly nudged her.
     “Sorry, did you say something?” she asked with a guilty start.
    “Great! You’re not even listening!” her friend cried. “I asked if you think Raymond is cute.”
    “Oh that. You mean that tall guy you were dancing with? Yeah, he’s very cute. Must play basketball or something, with that height. Do you think you guys will get together?”
   Tiara sighed dreamily. “I wish. I never wanted to have a boyfriend before I get into uni, but he really is so nice. And gorgeous! He’s like my dream guy.”
   “If you end up going out with him, then that means I’ll be the only one without a boyfriend,” Itoro complained.
   Her friends laughed. “Itoro, guys need to take you seriously first, before they can date you. You really need to stop being such a clown, then you’d probably get a boyfriend,” Kessy said.
   “Thanks for the tip,” Itoro replied with a wry twist of her lips.
   They finally got back to the party, only to discover that Max had been looking all over for them. “There you are,” he said, grabbing his sister’s arm. “I was beginning to think you’d all been kidnapped. It’s getting close to your curfew, ladies, time to go.” They let out wails of dismay, but he only shook his head. “It’s late, we need to get home or dad will be mad. And remember I have to drop your friends home too.”
   Tiara broke out of his grip. “At least let me try and say goodnight to my friend, Raymond. Please, Max.” She was already looking around frantically for him with worried eyes.
   “Okay, but make it quick. We’ll be waiting for you downstairs. Five minutes, Tiara,” he warned, and began herding the other two girls out of the room.
   “What about me, don’t I get the chance to say goodbye to my boyfriend?” exclaimed Kessy. He sent her a cool look.
   “Sorry, Kessy, but I can’t please everyone. Not tonight.” They were at the car now, and he unlocked the door.
    It was a quiet, breezy night, and the other houses on the street were mostly dark. Kessy took a deep breath to calm herself, swallowing the retort that would have burst from her, before getting into the car with Itoro.
   “The party was fun, wasn’t it guys? It’s just funny we hardly got to see the so-called celebrant,” Itoro observed.
   “Yeah, he’s either really shy or really stuck-up,” Kessy murmured, looking in Max’s direction as she added, “Don’t you just hate stuck-up guys, Itoro?”
   “I don’t know any stuck-up guys. I don’t know any guys, period,” she giggled. “But I’d probably hate them, so yeah. Stuck-up guys are the pits.”
    Max was silent, busy fiddling with the car’s music player, sliding in a CD. Soon the car was filled with rap music, and Kessy groaned out loud. “Oh no! Max, could we please not have that on right now? My head is like splitting after all the excitement of tonight.”
“Oh yeah, sorry,” he said, and off it went. She was surprised and pleased – she’d been so ready to pick a fight if he’d argued. Deflated and subdued, she glimpsed his face in the rear view mirror. He was smiling at her, like he knew what she’d been up to. Going on about “stuck-up guys”. She felt stupid now, because that was the last thing Max was. She respected and adored him so much, and regretted making an ass of herself that night. She just hoped he wouldn’t think ill of her, and that things would just go back to normal. She liked that much better than being on his bad side.
Tiara appeared just then, apologetic yet beaming. She’d found Raymond, who had been totally devastated that she was leaving. They’d exchanged numbers though, and he’d promised to call her soon. Her heart was singing when Max finally started the car and drove them home.

semidi, wetin you mean now?? I'm not a football fan oo, I just like Gerrard very mush, so in extention, I gats to like Liverpool. But dem dey try now. Oya please, sorry, I beg . Forgive and forget - how will you now stop reading ??