I hated school. I know a lot of people said it and most of them probably had very good reasons why they hated it. Me, I hated school because I was lazy and school was work. The ironic part of it all was that, I was really intelligent. I practically aced all my classes without even trying. I felt that I could be somewhere else, doing something significantly more useful with my life; like… Nothing immediately comes to mind, but any other thing could have been better that school, right?
Wednesday morning started out like any other week day on my calendar. Me grumpy, cursing the fates for being born in a time where I had to go to school. Why couldn’t I have been born during medieval ages, I bet they didn’t have schools back then. I rolled over and checked the time on my night stand, it was quarter to eight. I was freaking late. Laura was going to kill me. I quickly rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
“Shit, cold, cold, cold”
I spent less than ten minutes showering and then I was toweling my body dry. I’d never make it in time. It took me fifteen minutes to get prepared and I was out the door. The bus station wasn’t that far from where I lived and I always rode the bus to school; the problem was, the bus left at eight and it was already eight fifteen. I was going to have to cut into my feeding allowance and take a cab instead if I didn’t want to be late. Class started in fifteen minutes and the professor was as strict as he was old. He shut the doors at eight thirty on the dot, not a minute later. Luckily for me, there wasn’t any traffic on the road and I got to school with just a few minutes to spare. At that moment, I heard the bell go off for change of period. Why me? It couldn’t have been time yet, I still had like three more minutes and then I remembered. My watch was three minutes slower than the school time. I was bleeped. There was no way I was making it into that class without a miracle and then I noticed some commotion at the entrance to the lecture hall. It seemed someone had bumped into the professor and made him drop all that he was holding. Papers were flying everywhere and more enthusiastic students were helping him gather them. That was when I saw who had caused all the commotion, my miracle...
To be Continued...

Episode 2
She stood so innocently to the side apologizing furiously to the professor while surreptitiously glancing around. Her eyes met mine and I could feel her relief from across the hallway. It was the way her shoulders relaxed and the crease in her forehead smoothened out, it made me think of a basketball coach right before the ball went through the hoop. I rushed over to the door and lent my support in picking up all the papers. It took about five more minutes to pick up everything and then we were ushered into the class and the lecture began. Laura was sitting next to me and she whispered into my ears
“Good Morning”
“Good Morning beautiful, mind telling me what happened back there?”
“I waited for you but you didn’t show up. I knew you had overslept again so I panicked. I had to stall for more time”
“Thanks darling, you’re a miracle.”
That drew a shy smile out of her. Laura didn’t like it when I complimented her. It made her feel self-conscious. Maybe I should tell you a little about Laura and how we met.
I wasn’t in the habit of making friends, in short the few friends I had thought I was a nerd. I didn’t think I was. I preferred to spend my time reading books or writing books; I was aspiring to be a published author. You had to be really interesting to catch my attention. Laura was just that. She was smart and a bookworm to boot. Laura had the kind of smarts you read about in books or saw in movies. It didn’t hurt that she was also drop dead gorgeous. She was the kind of girl you didn’t meet every day; probably once in a lifetime.
I was in class that day to discuss a design model with some of my colleagues in the department. No one else was supposed to be around; it was Saturday and most students spent their weekends just chilling and relaxing after a hectic week. I was the first one to arrive and what I noticed first about her was the textbook she was studying with. It was a massive tome and it quickly identified her as a fellow Engineering student. I really didn’t want to believe that someone would rather spend their weekends studying than partying. It was not examination season, the semester had just commenced and we still had about two weeks before things really got serious. Why would she be studying now? Well, I ignored her and minded my own business. I had bigger fish to fry. The project that we were supposed to be designing was strange. The outline given by the professor was obscure; personally I thought he was crazy for suggesting we design something like that but it was a four credit load course and I could not afford to fail. I had never failed before and I was not about to begin now. The meeting was set to discuss the best way to go about the issue; but I didn’t think these guys were going to show. I’m sure they secretly cursed me for setting up a meeting during the weekend. Oh well! I couldn’t force them out of their homes. Maybe I’d go clubbing tonight and find myself a nice piece of ass. I stood up and started walking towards the door; on second thought I decided to check out what she was studying. I walked by her table and froze.
“You understand that stuff?”
“Pardon?”
She looked up from what she was reading and looked straight at me. Now I felt stupid. Of course she understood what she was reading. Who would want to waste an entire Saturday staring into a book they didn’t understand when they could be out having fun?
“Sorry, it’s just that I haven’t met anyone studying analysis as complex as that before, at least not a student”
“Oh, yeah. My dad is an engineer so I practically grew up around this sort of stuff”
“Wow. That’s cool. Hi, I’m Oliver”
To be Continued

Episode 3
I extended my hand towards her and she put her dainty hands in mine. She had a very light grip. I noticed that her nails were painted turquoise. Turquoise was my color for the week and I commented on the fact.
“You’re wearing my color for the week”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“I have this thing where I pick a different color for every week to be my favorite depending on how the week starts out. The happier I am at the start of the week, the lighter the color.
“So have you ever gone full white before?”
“Nope. I’m hoping to get there someday though”
And just like that we became friends. That was over three years ago. Over the years we became closer than I thought was possible. I had only one rule in our relationship, no sex. Sex tended to ruin a lot of good things and I loved her too much to ruin our relationship. We were good as we were. More than good, we were perfect. Ours was the kinda friendship you didn’t see often. A perfect harmonious balance in perfect equilibral consistency. Is that even a word? Equilibral? Guess I’d have to check it up later. Like I was the saying, the dynamics of our relationship was as perfect as you could get. I could confide in her about anything and everything, especially all those little things that I couldn’t talk to my guys about. Those nitty, gritty stuff that unded so emotional and made you look like a wuss talking about them. And she in turn shared her deepest secrets with me, those things that no one else would understand. But I did, because that was the kind of people we were for each other. We were what the other person needed at any particular point in time. No questions asked and no judgment offered. We were a pair made in the stars. Now one would ask how possible it was that two young, healthy, “good-looking” people that spent so much time together weren’t sexually attracted to each other. Well there were a lot of sparks on both our parts when we first met but I think we both never had any opportunity to act on those impulses and they died off along the way or maybe just became less noticeable. Whatever it was, we were both in a very good place in our relationship and we didn’t need those feelings messing things up for us. She had been with my through my one and only heartbreak and I had been with her through her numerous slew of boyfriend. It wasn’t that she was a ho, she was just a hopeless romantic and guys had the habit of taking advantage of her soft-hearted nature, so I was overly protective of her sometimes. There was a particular instance that almost spelt doom for our relationship. It was about a year ago and there was this guy that had a habit of hitting on her. Now I knew that he was a sleazy, no good, two timing, double dicking, son of a ram and I didn’t know how to prove this, what made matters worse was that she liked him so I did the only thing a good friend would do. Ripped off the blindfold in a very painful way that it shook her to her core. People say, I could have done it in a gentler way but I think the pain was the only thing that actually made her pay attention. Maybe I’ll tell you about it someday.
To be Continued...

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Episode 4
So I think I should take out a little time to talk about the sleazebag I mentioned earlier. Cardinal “freaking” James. Everything about this douche bag was engineered to be a chic magnet. From the top of his perfectly coiffed hair to the tip of his arrogantly primped shoes, James just oozed raw sex appeal from every pore in his porcelain skin. He was the kind of guy that walked in and automatically annoyed the hell out of every guy in the room because you knew that your girl would rather go home with him. I mean, how exactly someone survived looking that good was way beyond me, it should have been a capital offense. Unfortunately James knew what he had and he wasn’t humble about it one bit. The good for nothing milked every moment of it for what it was worth. By now you’re all wondering why the hell I’m abusing James so much. Apart from the fact that he threatens my manhood and makes me feel incompetent, he went after Laura and that was crossing a line.
I first found out that James had set his sights on Laura from the “guy chatter” floating around. You know, guy chatter, the ultimate excuse we came up with to show ladies we didn’t gossip? You’ve never heard of it? Really? I thought everyone was in on the joke. Well, it can’t be helped, you now know we gossip a lot. So as I was saying, I heard about James’ intentions from the chatter floating around school. Apparently there had been an argument and he told a group of guys that he could “land” any girl of his choice. FYI that just meant he could get any girl to have wild unprotected sex with him. While as a guy I could appreciate the sentiment; he was trying to show off his manliness and virility, I did not appreciate the fact that they chose to use Laura as a test subject. She happened to be passing by almost at the exact moment that they were making the bet and some no-good, son of a ho’, decided it would be funny to use her for the experiment. She was beautiful and smart, among the top five in her class academically. They wanted him to make a video and show it to them as proof. Depraved sons of “female dogs”. You get my drift, I just didn’t want to say the b- word, I’d probably get censored for that.
I took it upon myself to protect Laura’s virtue. I immediately ran to her as I heard the news and informed her of my findings. Naturally, I was expecting a medal of honor or at least a “thank you for having my back”, shockingly that was not what happened.
“I know, actually I’ve known for quite some time now”
“What! How? When? Why?”
All these questions rushed through my mind almost at the same instant and I didn’t waste any time voicing them out.
“If you’ve known, what are you still doing talking to him?’ I asked
“Don’t you even want to know how I found out” she retorted
“Okay, how exactly did you find out? It’s not like this kind of news is floating around. Only a few chosen ones are privy to that kind of information” I joked, hoping that the more I talked the longer my brain had to process this information.
I mean she had literally just admitted to being aware that this guy had been playing her. Cardinal James, even his name sounded cool. Who in the hell had such an all-round coolness. I ask again, why isn’t that kind of thing illegal. To add insult to injury, they were rich. Not present model Range –Rover rich, I’m talking about 1970 vintage mustang, use a Lamborghini as taxi, own a private island rich. His dad was one of those guys that hit gold by mistake and I literally mean he hit gold by mistake. The story goes that he was hired as one of the laborers on a prospective coal mining site. After months of digging and running various tests, they marked the site off as a dud. Coincidentally on the last day before they packed up, a few workers digging a portion discovered gold. They told no one about it, borrowed some money and bought the piece of land for next to nothing when it was auctioned off a week later. Fast forward twenty years and they all became filthy rich. James was an only child so you could say he was pretty much raised as a demigod.
“I would feel really good if you could give me that answer anytime soon, how exactly did you find out?”
“He told me”
“Who’s he?”
“James told me”
“WHAT!!!
To be continued…

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Episode 5
Uhhh, he was good. He was sooo good. Mehn, not only was he a sleazebag, but he was also scheming, devious and cunning to boot. How the hell did she end up talking to a guy like him? Wait a minute, when did she even start talking to James?
“He told you?”
“Yes, he did”
“When did you even start talking to James?”
“We’ve been seeing each other for a while now”.
“And I’m just hearing of this now because?”
“Because I didn’t think it was important”
“The hell it wasn’t, you just knew that I wouldn’t approve of it that’s why you kept it hidden from me”.
She looked away guiltily and I knew I was right. That knowledge didn’t make me feel any better though. I was hurt that she didn’t trust me enough talk to me about something so monumental, I mean she was in a relationship for Christ sake and I didn’t know a damn thing about it. I thought we were close.
“Don’t be mad at me, I really like him and he seems like a good guy. He’s sweet and caring, he makes me laugh and he listens to me, like really listens to what I have to say. I don’t feel like I have to be another person when I’m with him. In a word, he makes me feel special.”
“I make you feel special and I listen to you”
“You know what I mean, besides we don’t have that kind of relationship”
“Maybe we should, maybe then you’d stop falling for the wrong guys and I can feel good about doing something saintly”, I muttered under my breath.
“What was that”, she asked
“Nothing” I replied
“Don’t tell me the reason you’re making all this fuss is because you thought you were the center of my world and this revelation just shattered that notion, don’t be selfish. Can’t you be happy for me? Just once, things are going my way and I would love for them to remain that way. If you really care about me, you would be fine with this”.
“If I really cared about you! IF I REALLY CARED ABOUT YOU!! What in the hell is that suppose to mean. I’ve been the only one to have your back through it all. I’ve been there through the heartbreaks, the cheating boyfriends, the side chics, everything. I have never for once asked you not to go out with any guy but for the love of God Laura, don’t go out with that douche”.
“Are you sure this is really about me?”
“What is that even supposed to mean?”
At this point, I was pretty pissed. Here I was trying to save my best friend from a disastrous relationship and she was hell-bent on blocking me out.
“Everyone knows you have a thing against James. You bear a strong grudge”.
“This has nothing to do with that”.
“What happened? What went on between the two of you? Why do you resent him so much?”
“I really do not want to talk about that now, besides like I said before, this has nothing to do with that”
“It has everything to do with this. Your past experience with him has blinded you to the kind of person he is. You’re not reasoning rationally”.
“I swear to God, this is not the time to be psycho-analyzing me now”
“Someone has to be the cool headed one around here, because from the looks of it, you’re not in the right frame of mind to be giving me relationship advice”
“WTF, no offense…
Now have you ever noticed that when people say “no offense”, they’re about to say something really offensive? The more they stress the “no offense”, the more offensive it is.
…you might be a genius but when it comes to relationships, you’re a complete slowpoke”.
In retrospect, maybe I shouldn’t have called her a slowpoke. In my defense, I thought me calling her a genius before was going to mitigate the fact that I called her a slowpoke after. Guess what…
“Get out”
Yeah, you guessed right. She didn’t see my point of view. She asked me to get the f out of her house, which was just plain rude by the way. I mean, I’m the best friend, if I don’t have the right to call her a slowpoke, who does?
“You’re walking me out, because of him?”
“No, it’s because you’ve lost perspective”
“I am not the enemy here Laura, Cardinal James is”
“I’m not so sure anymore. I don’t want to see you until you have your head screwed on straight”
“Are you serious?”
“Dead serious”
“Okay, I’ll go, but before I leave I’m going to promise you one thing. I will rip the veil off your eyes and expose James for the sham he is. I’m going to destroy that fantasy wall you’ve built and cocooned yourself in and I’m going to do that because the only other person who loves you as much as I do is your daddy”.
“I have something good going on for me here Ollie, please don’t screw it up. I’m never going to be able to forgive you if you do”
“Don’t worry you’ll thank me someday, even if you’ll hate me for it”.
To be Continued…

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Episode 6
I was so furious as I walked out the door. I mean, she had thrown me out for Christ sake. I was supposed to be her best friend and we were having issues because of him. I was so mad that I wasn’t even watching where I was going. Maybe if I wasn’t so mad that day, things would have turned out a lot differently, but I was enraged and out for blood. I admit, my entire plan to expose James wasn’t borne out of compete altruism or wanting to protect Laura. I wanted to humiliate Cardinal James and I also wanted to hurt Laura “a little” for choosing him. Somehow, I felt neglected, ignored, unwanted. I wasn’t used to feeling that way, I was a generally nice guy and I made good life decisions that ensured that I didn’t end up in situations in which I’d feel that way. You might call me selfish and childish, insensitive even but it is what it is. I cared a lot about Laura and I wasn’t about to let Cardinal James use her and dump her just because he felt like it.
As I walked away from her house the gears in my head started working overtime, and I started plotting all the fun ways I could mess up James’ live and save Laura from that monster. I’m sure you’re all wondering about the amount of animosity I bear towards James. Well, that’s a story for another day. So I was walking away from Laura’s place and I wasn’t watching where I was walking and then I bumped into someone I hadn’t expected to meet. I raised up my head to apologize when I saw who it was.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Oliver, what a pleasant surprise, I didn’t see you there”
The hell he didn’t, I’m sure he bumped into me on purpose. Cardinal James stood in front of me in all his glory with a maddening smirk on his face. I just wanted to across and strangle that smirk off his face. The sight of him on Laura’s door step made me angrier.
“What are you doing here?”
“Is it a crime for me to visit my girlfriend? Chill out Ollie, you’re always stressed”
What the hell!? Ollie? The James I knew hated me almost as much as I hated him and he wouldn’t be this polite unless something was up. And then I saw what it was, Laura was looking out her window and watching the both of us. No doubt she was expecting me to sock him in the mouth and he was pretending to be nice in order to keep up his charade and then it hit me like a bolt of lightening sent from the heavens above. It was like divine enlightenment, the answers to all my problems or at least my present ones.
“No, it is not a crime at all. Forgive me, I’ve rather had a really bad day and I’m not currently in the best of moods”
“What happened?”
“It’s Laura, she’s annoying the hell out of me and I don’t think I should remain friends with her anymore. She stresses me out a lot these days, the relationship is simply not worth it”
“It’s that serious?”
“It’s worse, I’ve dealt with her bullshit for so long that I’m getting sick and tired of it all. I think it’s time to move on”
I could hear the faint gasp from Laura and see the way James’ eyes widened in disbelieve. We were so close that it was unimaginable that anything could break us apart. I had a faint hunch that James saw me as an obstacle to his quest and he’d do anything in his power to get rid of me from Laura’s life. I could almost see the gears in his head turning now. He was thinking that the best way to keep me away from Laura was to introduce someone new into my life, probably someone he could use to control me and keep me away from Laura until he had accomplish his mission, and if he could get someone to betray me too, he would be killing two birds with one stone.
James might have had all the money in the world but when it came to the brain department, I beat him 11 times out of 10. I knew how his mind worked. I could decipher the petty machinations of his proud heart and I could beat it. I had to get close to James if my plan was to work and in doing so, I had to sacrifice my relationship with Laura. But it was all to save her, so I was sure she would forgive me in the end, I hoped.
James threw a party at his place every weekend that was an “invite only” affair. It was anybody that was somebody came to chill out and mingle and the first step to achieving my grand objective was to get invited to that party. By planting the seed of conflict between me and Laura in his mind, I had given him an opportunity to present himself as a savior, both for me and Laura. He would assume he was helping her heal from the rift in our conflict, so that would make her more plaint towards him and he’d assume that he was helping me unwind from all the stress she was causing me and that would keep me off her back until he was done with her. Boy, what a douche. I was fairly sure, he would take the bait.
“Hey, you want to come to my party this Saturday?”
“Oh” Checkmate. “I’d love to”. Let the games begin.
To be continued…

Episode 7
I started putting my plan into motion as soon as I saw James, I was now running a race against time. I had to break them up no matter what it cost. It felt excruciating acting like I didn’t care about Laura, but it was all for her own good. I was sure she would thank me someday, I hoped. Laura came into my life at a point where I was down. I had just broken up with my girlfriend and I was dealing with a lot of rage and self-loathing. She kind of held my hand and walked me through one of the toughest times in my life and for that I owed her a lot. I couldn’t just stand by and let someone hurt her when I could do something about it. There was also the added bonus of screwing James’ life up and getting revenge for a wrong he had done me a while back, I was petty that way.
My entire plan hinged on getting James to trust me enough to admit to the bet on tape. It wasn’t going to be easy, even though he wasn’t as smart as I was, he was no dullard either. He had the kind of smarts associated with crooks and conmen. He was crafty; he wouldn’t be an easy nut to crack. I had to find a way to get him alone and somehow force the truth out of him. The best way to do that would be to get him liquored up. It was a well known fact that most men were apt to spill their guts while intoxicated. I had to make a trip to the liquor store and pick up a bottle of whiskey, 43%. That was enough to get anyone drunk even if they had a high tolerance for alcohol, add that to my little surprise this evening and I was sure I had a recipe for disaster.
Saturday came and I dressed in my finest, I planned on flirting with every girl at the party, I might not have been very popular but I knew how to turn it on when it mattered. The weak kneed feeling women felt that caused them to swoon could be simulated if you knew the right buttons to push, and I knew the right buttons to push. Flirting with every girl at the party would give James the impression that I was as much of a player as he was thus serving to further lower his guard. I wanted him to trust me enough to take me up to his private room by the end of the party, my entire plan had its climax there.
I arrived at the venue of the party at a quarter past seven, not too early and not too late, just at the right time. I rang the bell and James answered the door.
“Hey man, you came”
“Yeah. What’s good? I come bearing gifts”
He didn’t really look ecstatic to see me, but that was to be expected.
“You really didn’t have to bring anything” he said
“Hey” I replied “it’s a party. More booze is always good, plus I nicked this from my dad’s cabinet; 100 year old whiskey. A drink fit for royalty”
Maybe that was putting it on too thick but a little lie never hurt anyone. The chances of him drinking it now were significantly higher. He was a pompous ass, I’m sure he’d have loved to brag to his friends about drinking expensive whiskey.
“Come on in”
“Why, thank you”
This was the first time I was attending one of James’ parties and from first glance I could see why he was so popular in school, this party was the bomb. Drinks, music, pretty girls, no-one would want to be at home while something like this was going on. It was mesmerizing. I wonder why I hadn’t once tried to get invited before, then a gain I didn’t mingle well with people. I preferred the comfort of my home and the company of my own self.
I went to work immediately on the crowd, I could be the life of the party if I so willed it, it was something like a chameleon effect that I had. I’d had it for as long as I could remember, right from when I was a little child. It was the distinct ability to read the people around me, understand the vibe and switch up my body language to adjust to the little nuances most people rarely paid attention to. It was study, adapt, improvise, almost militaristic in its approach with a very high success rate. It was just like turning off my innate persona and donning another cloak, one that tended to reflect back what I was getting from the people around me in a way that put them at ease. Hmm, I guess it was probably what a con artist did with his victims. I was in essence conning them all. In no time at all, I had almost everyone at the party gathered around me as I spun fictitious tales in a breath taking, awe-inspiring way that even though they all knew it was false chose to believe in it because it just heightened the experience for them all.
James came down from his private party upstairs to check on his “subjects” and I saw my opportunity. If there was one thing I learnt about people, it was that they all had an ego that wanted to be worshipped. I turned the spotlight on him the moment he stepped into the room and in no time at all, he was being applauded and praised. I could see the sparkle in his eyes, the pompous douche was overly pleased with himself even though he hadn’t done anything to deserve praise or accolades.
“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to steal Oliver away from you. I have some friends upstairs that I would like him to meet”
This brought a round of disapproval from the crowd which I quickly quelled with promises that they’d see more of me. This seemed to placate them a bit as James walked up to me and asked me to follow him.
“I’d like you to meet some people Oliver, good friends of mine”
“Well, lead the way”
So far so good.
To be Continued….

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Episode 8
If the party downstairs was Eko Hotel, the one upstairs was the Taj Mahal. Frankly speaking, the disparity in their general vibe and grandeur was miles apart. Nice didn’t even begin to cover it. This was indeed for the elite of the elites. It had a medieval overtone to it that stank of showy opulence and over emphasized splendor. For Christ sake, there were people drinking various beverages from golden goblets, like they were ancient royalty. The furnishing was plush and loud, it spoke of money, the kind that was abundant and lavish. There was a disk jockey set up in the corner of the room playing music expertly. It was like he read the mood in the room and responded with the right music for the right vibes. It was in a word, magnificent.
I clocked all this in about three minutes of my entering the room. I could see the jocks from the football team seated around the room with their girlfriends hanging off their arms like prized adornments, all beauty, and no brains. Laura had no business being here, she could run circles around all these morons, why was she limiting herself to this? Was she that desperate for love?
I spied her standing off to one corner of the room, looking totally out of place in the midst of all the organized chaos. Seeing her, I faltered for a moment. Was I doing the right thing? That question strengthened my resolve; I wouldn’t be asking myself that question if my intentions were completely selfish. I had to believe I was doing this because I cared about her. I wouldn’t be kissing up to James this much otherwise.
“Attention everyone, Silence please. I would like to introduce y’all to someone”
The room immediately grew quiet and I could feel the eyes of over twenty people on me, some judging, some apprehensive, still more were condescending. If there was one truth that reigned here tonight, it was that, this wasn’t the kind of crowd I rolled with. I knew it, they knew it and we were all wondering what I was doing here.
I surreptitiously made a quick glance towards Laura and saw confusion in the depths of her gaze. I could understand her puzzlement. She knew I didn’t like Cardinal James, though she didn’t know why. I was positive the gears were turning in her head; I wouldn’t be surprised if she guessed my intentions. She was that smart.
“This is Oliver”, James continued “and I’d like you all to extend the utmost courtesy to him. He is my guest and as such I’d like him to feel welcome”
“Why, thank you dickhead”, I thought to myself
He waved his hand in a grand fashion reminiscent of an emperor and the party resumed in full force. I made it a point to avoid Laura for the entirety of the party but she caught up to me when I was coming back from my quick trip to the rest room.
“You’ve been avoiding me”, she said
“I know” I responded with a look of utmost boredom
“Y” she asked
“Z”, I replied sarcastically
“Ollie, don’t be that way, I’m your best friend, tell me what’s wrong”
“Exactly, we’re supposed to be best friends. I don’t know what happened but I don’t think we are anymore”.
“What are you saying Ollie?”
“I think this best friend stuff really isn’t working”
“Was it because I asked you to give me some space? You know I didn’t really mean it, I was just mad at you”
“Yeah, that might be the case. But it got me thinking, Things haven’t really been going well with us for some time now”
What the hell was I saying? Things had been going great with us. At this point I was just pulling stuff out of my ass because I didn’t really have any meaningful excuse to offer her.
“What the hell are you saying?” she asked “Things have been great between us”
“Maybe for you, but it hasn’t really been that great on my end and I’ve been wanting to tell you that for some time now”
“Really?”
Really.
I had to get her out of the party very soon because I was about to put my plan into motion.
“You’re needy and clingy and when it comes to the affairs of boys, you’re almost moronic” I continued
There it was again, I had called the smartest, most amazing person I knew a slowpoke for the second time. The more I spoke the less I believed that she would forgive me.
I created tall tales of how I had often felt trapped in our relationship and how I wanted more, that she could never give me. As I spoke, I could see the light fade from her eyes and her demeanor grow cold towards me. I feared that I might have destroyed any feeling she had for me, but I continued.
“You’re not good enough for me, I deserve more”
That was too much, that was the point I crossed the line and the resounding silence from her echoed deep within my soul prompting me to think again if I had really chosen the right path.
She didn’t utter a single word all through my idiotic tirade. The moment she noticed I had exhausted my stupidity, she turned and walked away from me. It felt like that was the last time I would ever watch her walk away from me. I panicked for a brief moment and considered calling her back to confess everything, but I had already gotten this far and I’d be damned if I didn’t go through with it, if for nothing else, for everything I had put her through. Laura was a gentle soul and I had deliberately hurt that soul, my excuse was that I was doing it for her own good but that was no excuse at all. There was always another way. But whether it was because of my incompetence or the dire situation I had found myself in, I couldn’t for the life of me envision any other way out. We had been thrown into the deep end and this was the only way I could see to get us out of it. I had to protect her, even if it killed me.
To be continued…

Nice one. Although you took like forever before updating.

Thanks for the update OP

Pls don't take too long b4 you update again, thanks

Nice story. pls update more...

Such an intelligent,stimulating read and

Episode 9
When I rejoined the party a few minutes later, Laura was nowhere to be found which was just how I liked it. A quick survey of the room told me that she had gone home. It was getting dangerously close to the beginning of my performance. I mingled a little, gathering information from the crowd, preparing for the beginning of my performance. They were all laughing and joking around, unaware of my true intentions. The large grandfather clock hanging on the wall chimed eleven o’clock and I immediately went to work playing the perfect courtier to James’ King Ferdinand. From that moment onwards, I followed James around the party like a trained puppy, doing his master’s bidding. Whenever he cracked a joke, I laughed the hardest, the loudest, I threw more compliments his way in one night than average people got in an entire lifetime. I was his hype, I was his confidant, I was whatever he needed me to be, even when he didn’t know he needed it. Whenever I got the chance, I hit on every girl in the party, annoying the guests one by one. In no time at all, we were almost alone. The only people left were the DJ and some die hard party people. That was when I suggested that we retire to his room for the after, after party. I made sure to snatch a girl along the way for the finale of the show.
When we got to his room, I couldn’t help but gape at the opulence. The furnishings were top-notch. I wouldn’t be surprised if everything in the room was imported, from the soft Persian rugs to the handcrafted decoration orbs that looked like they belonged in fifth century china.
James saw the look on my face and returned it with a smug grin, like he knew everybody wanted to be him. It was nauseating to say the least. My parents weren’t as rich as James’ were but they provided everything I needed and that was okay with me. I’m sure this guy didn’t even know that most of the people hanging around him were there because of the money. I knew it they knew it, James was the only one that wasn’t in on the joke, why would he be, he was obviously the butt of it. His ego was pretty formidable to say the least.
Up here in his room, there was no DJ, There was just me, James, Diana (the girl I snagged earlier) and two of his goons, Michael and Ramsey. The guys were almost passed out because of all the drinking they had been doing. Diana was still good to and so was James. I hadn’t drunk at all through-out the party; I needed my wits about me in order to execute my plans. Soft music filtered from the ginormous sound system setup in the room. From initial glance I couldn’t find where the music was coming from, but upon closer inspection, I could see the large speakers embedded into the wall, the house literally reverberated with the music flowing from it. I guess money did buy happiness to some extent. It was time to begin.
“Who’s up for a game of truth and dare?” I asked.
The other two guys were too inebriated to protest, James and Diana were down too. That being settled, I laid down the rules. Two dares and one truth, If you couldn’t do the dares, you had to drink whiskey (my personal concoction that had a massive kick to it, but they didn’t know that. And what they didn’t know wouldn’t kill them, maybe?) Then the games began. I was the first to spin the bottle and it landed on Michael. I dared him to drink a whole bottle of Jack Daniel’s. He wasn’t even up to one fifth of the bottle before he passed out. One down, one to go. Diana was next to go. She spun it and it landed on James. She dared him to make out with me. James was as homophobic as they came, and he opted to drink instead of fulfilling his dare. This really made me happy. Next it was James’ turn. He spun and it landed on me. He couldn’t dare me, so he asked me what my biggest fear was.
“What do you fear the most?”
“Losing my mother before I’m ready to let her go”
“That’s lame” he said
“Oh, yeah? So what’s your biggest fear then?” I retorted
“Sorry but you’ll just have to wait your turn if you really want to know the answer to that question”
“Fair enough, so may we please continue with the game?”
Next, it was Ramsey’s turn. He spun and it landed on James again. He dared him to take off all his clothes and finish the game naked. James declined and drank some more. Two shots would be enough for what I wanted, but just to be sure, I wanted him to take one more. I was my turn next and it landed on Ramsey, I dared him to go home. Either way it was a win for me, if he went home, then I could carry out my plan without qualms, if he opted to drink the whiskey, I was sure he’d pass out from just one shot. He opted to go home instead. Luckily there was an Uber driver waiting outside, I asked him to take Michael with him and drop Michael off at his house. He was just too drunk to refuse. With both of them gone, we were only three left in James’ room. Diana, James and I. Diana was up next. She spun the bottle and it landed on me. She dared me to leave the room and come back after five minutes. I’m sure James was wondering what a stupid dare that was. He must also have noticed that the rules and arrangement made sure that he never got a chance to dare anybody. I could see the frustration on his face. I left the room and came back five minutes later. It was James’ turn and he spun the bottle, it landed on Diana. He asked her if she was still a virgin and she said no. I could see the wheels begin turning in his head. Who knew what he was planning.
To be continued…

Well done OP

Wahala oti poju

Episode 10
It was my turn next and I came up with a proposition. I told him that I would give him my turn if he drank from the whiskey. He agreed, his apparent lust was so obvious. It was as subtle as an M-16 without a silencer. He agreed and drank again. Then he had my turn. He spun and it landed on Diana again. Personally I think he manipulated it so that it would land on her. He dared her to sleep with him. So predictable, she was reluctant at first until I personally convinced her to do it, after all it was just sex. She agreed only on one condition, they wouldn’t do it in front of me. I opted to leave but James refused. He said they had many rooms and they’d just use one of them. I shrugged it off nonchalantly and started playing games on my phone. They stood up and left. Thirty minutes later, James came out sweating profusely, he had achieved his aim. I was pretty sure that he was feeling incredibly smug and self fulfilled. It never ceased to amaze me the kind of things people derived utmost pleasure from. For James, it was probably whoring around and sleeping with any and every girl that he could get his hands on.
He found me sipping something from one of those golden goblets and he flopped down beside me.
“How was it?” I asked him
“It was okay, I guess. She’s fallen asleep”
It was finally time to make my move, I passed him what I was sipping and he took a big gulp from it.
“Easy, it has a really wicked kick to it”
“Yeah right” he replied.
I’m serious” I continued. “You shouldn’t drink too much, I couldn’t even finish an entire cup”
To prove how macho he was, he dragged the bottle from me and took a really big swig. The slowpoke had taken the bait; there was no going back now.
“You know James” I began “I really admire you. Your influence, the money, the attention, everything about you. I’d like to be like you”
Maybe I was laying it on too thick but by now he was probably to intoxicated to notice what I was saying. That was the problem with alcohol; it messed with your brain cells making you lose vital control of important parts like logical reasoning thus impairing your ability to deliver sound judgment. And I bet he wasn’t reasoning well.
“Really?” he slurred a little” Thanks man, I love you too”
“So” I asked “what’s the deal with you and Laura?”
“Oh, nothing much, just a bet.’
“A bet? What’s that all about?”
“ Me and some of the guys had a bet about whether or not I could get her to sleep with me. I’m supposed to provide video evidence”
“If I understand this correctly, you’re supposed to make a sex tape of you and her, to show to your guys, and after that you’ve won the bet?”
“Pretty much” he replied
“Wow, that’s so cool. Have you done this kinda stuff before?” I asked
“Lots of times, with most of the girls on the cheerleading team”
“But almost every cheerleader is dating a jock”
“And so what? It’s not my fault if their girlfriends find me irresistible”
At this point I was ready to snap his neck, I wanted to kill him in the most painful way imaginable. This guy was a total douche, he had even been sleeping with the girls of the people that called him friend, it was unforgivable.
“How exactly do you get them to agree to sleep with you?”
“Any way I can. Whether it is by blackmail, by money or just plain seduction, as long as I can get them in my bed, it doesn’t really matter how I do it now, does it?”
“I guess it doesn’t”
With every second that passed, I was beginning to resent him even more. So that was all Laura was to him, just another notch on his belt. It was infuriating that people like this existed, people willing to use other people just so that they could fulfill their selfish desires. It made me really sad for him. I started contemplating what kind of home training that he had been given that made him turn out this way. His parents must have really screwed something up. Or was it society? Had society played a role in his life? Had it been its influence that had turned an otherwise gentle kid into this monster that sat beside me? A monster that held no regard for the feelings of other individuals with which it occupied the same habitat, a monster that trampled upon other people just so that he could climb and stand atop a self-constructed pinnacle and revel in his misguided triumph. Wasn’t it lonely at the top? Didn’t his numerous victories feel shallow with nobody there to celebrate them with him? Even the lone ranger had Toto. We all needed somebody. But I couldn’t feel sorry for him. I had a plan to execute and those feelings would just get in the way of the job that I needed to get done. And so I continued with my inquiry. I talked with James all through the night till the wee hours of the morning when I quietly slipped away from his room after garnering as much information as I needed. I headed back home to process everything and put the finishing touches on my plan. I had nowhere to go anyway, it was a weekend and I had the whole time to finish up. I contemplated calling Laura but chickened out at the last moment, I hoped that she would understand everything at the end and find a way to forgive me.
School was boring as usual and it looked like it would remain that way. Laura didn’t look at me throughout all the classes we had together. I guess I deserved that. I met James in the hallway when classes dismissed for long break, he looked as smug as ever, he had no idea that I was about to wipe that smug grin off his face.
“Hey James” I called out to him “How’s it going?”
“Hey, just because we partied together last night doesn’t mean we’re buddy buddy” he relied condescendingly
“I guess it doesn’t, but I hope you enjoy the show”
“What do you mean, what show….?”
“I’ve slept with Thelma, Linda, Jane; I even slept with Maisy in Michael’s house while he was passed out after a night of partying”
That was James’ voice and it seemed to be coming out from the general PA system. With eyes wide, he turned to me and uttered the four most fulfilling words that I had ever heard him say.
“What have you done?”
Game over man…
To be continued…

James419:
Episode 10
It was my turn next and I came up with a proposition. I told him that I would give him my turn if he drank from the whiskey. He agreed, his apparent lust was so obvious. It was as subtle as an M-16 without a silencer. He agreed and drank again. Then he had my turn. He spun and it landed on Diana again. Personally I think he manipulated it so that it would land on her. He dared her to sleep with him. So predictable, she was reluctant at first until I personally convinced her to do it, after all it was just sex. She agreed only on one condition, they wouldn’t do it in front of me. I opted to leave but James refused. He said they had many rooms and they’d just use one of them. I shrugged it off nonchalantly and started playing games on my phone. They stood up and left. Thirty minutes later, James came out sweating profusely, he had achieved his aim. I was pretty sure that he was feeling incredibly smug and self fulfilled. It never ceased to amaze me the kind of things people derived utmost pleasure from. For James, it was probably whoring around and sleeping with any and every girl that he could get his hands on.
He found me sipping something from one of those golden goblets and he flopped down beside me.
“How was it?” I asked him
“It was okay, I guess. She’s fallen asleep”
It was finally time to make my move, I passed him what I was sipping and he took a big gulp from it.
“Easy, it has a really wicked kick to it”
“Yeah right” he replied.
I’m serious” I continued. “You shouldn’t drink too much, I couldn’t even finish an entire cup”
To prove how macho he was, he dragged the bottle from me and took a really big swig. The slowpoke had taken the bait; there was no going back now.
“You know James” I began “I really admire you. Your influence, the money, the attention, everything about you. I’d like to be like you”
Maybe I was laying it on too thick but by now he was probably to intoxicated to notice what I was saying. That was the problem with alcohol; it messed with your brain cells making you lose vital control of important parts like logical reasoning thus impairing your ability to deliver sound judgment. And I bet he wasn’t reasoning well.
“Really?” he slurred a little” Thanks man, I love you too”
“So” I asked “what’s the deal with you and Laura?”
“Oh, nothing much, just a bet.’
“A bet? What’s that all about?”
“ Me and some of the guys had a bet about whether or not I could get her to sleep with me. I’m supposed to provide video evidence”
“If I understand this correctly, you’re supposed to make a sex tape of you and her, to show to your guys, and after that you’ve won the bet?”
“Pretty much” he replied
“Wow, that’s so cool. Have you done this kinda stuff before?” I asked
“Lots of times, with most of the girls on the cheerleading team”
“But almost every cheerleader is dating a jock”
“And so what? It’s not my fault if their girlfriends find me irresistible”
At this point I was ready to snap his neck, I wanted to kill him in the most painful way imaginable. This guy was a total douche, he had even been sleeping with the girls of the people that called him friend, it was unforgivable.
“How exactly do you get them to agree to sleep with you?”
“Any way I can. Whether it is by blackmail, by money or just plain seduction, as long as I can get them in my bed, it doesn’t really matter how I do it now, does it?”
“I guess it doesn’t”
With every second that passed, I was beginning to resent him even more. So that was all Laura was to him, just another notch on his belt. It was infuriating that people like this existed, people willing to use other people just so that they could fulfill their selfish desires. It made me really sad for him. I started contemplating what kind of home training that he had been given that made him turn out this way. His parents must have really screwed something up. Or was it society? Had society played a role in his life? Had it been its influence that had turned an otherwise gentle kid into this monster that sat beside me? A monster that held no regard for the feelings of other individuals with which it occupied the same habitat, a monster that trampled upon other people just so that he could climb and stand atop a self-constructed pinnacle and revel in his misguided triumph. Wasn’t it lonely at the top? Didn’t his numerous victories feel shallow with nobody there to celebrate them with him? Even the lone ranger had Toto. We all needed somebody. But I couldn’t feel sorry for him. I had a plan to execute and those feelings would just get in the way of the job that I needed to get done. And so I continued with my inquiry. I talked with James all through the night till the wee hours of the morning when I quietly slipped away from his room after garnering as much information as I needed. I headed back home to process everything and put the finishing touches on my plan. I had nowhere to go anyway, it was a weekend and I had the whole time to finish up. I contemplated calling Laura but chickened out at the last moment, I hoped that she would understand everything at the end and find a way to forgive me.
School was boring as usual and it looked like it would remain that way. Laura didn’t look at me throughout all the classes we had together. I guess I deserved that. I met James in the hallway when classes dismissed for long break, he looked as smug as ever, he had no idea that I was about to wipe that smug grin off his face.
“Hey James” I called out to him “How’s it going?”
“Hey, just because we partied together last night doesn’t mean we’re buddy buddy” he relied condescendingly
“I guess it doesn’t, but I hope you enjoy the show”
“What do you mean, what show….?”
“I’ve slept with Thelma, Linda, Jane; I even slept with Maisy in Michael’s house while he was passed out after a night of partying”
That was James’ voice and it seemed to be coming out from the general PA system. With eyes wide, he turned to me and uttered the four most fulfilling words that I had ever heard him say.
“What have you done?”
Game over man…
To be continued…

Great stroryline, I look forward to the next episode

tracyberry:

Great stroryline, I look forward to the next episode

Thanks I appreciate...

You know James could just have some men ruff you up to give up the recording