[Not a flashback scene]

"Fuck." He croaked out and the body beside him moved.

The naked body beside him moved...

Rooney jerked up quickly and searched his new environment with drooping eyes,

White walls, a miniature sized door at the other end of the small room, a small wooden chair and table at a corner and finally the bed he was sharing with a naked... Tiana.

He scrunched up his nose, looked up and eyed the brown and white closet that he'd just noticed, he immediately noted how it wouldn't be able to hold in half of his clothes.

Whose room is this?

Whoever lives here's probably some broke ass nigga, how can a room be so... empty?  Isn't this poverty?

Now how the fuck did I get here?

"Baby, yo' awake. " Her voice sounded too loud and it irritated him, she sounded like she'd just woken up seconds ago. He turned weakly to stare at her naked chest and suddenly had flashes of his lips on them, quick painful flashes.

He gripped his head, threw his neck back and groaned.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay? " Tiana exclaimed and abruptly sat up.

Of course not, do I look like an actor or are you that daft?

"Where the fuck am I? How'd I get here?" He asked placing extra emphasis on his 'I's before crossing his two legs over the small sized bed.

He wasn't naked, although his loose black joggers was the only thing he had on. His back seemed to throb painfully and he wished it'll stop, it felt like he had long lines crawling down his back.

He knew Tiana had something to do with it because even without his eyes on her he knew she was watching him, he could feel her heated gaze on him.

Tiana stared at him and admired his back. His light complexion skin was so beautiful, he had six brownish birthmarks that seemed to be descending down his spine and into his black joggers, her coffee colored lips tugged upwards when she remembered how her nails had scraped his back last night while she trashed roughly underneath him.

Unfortunately for her, she didn't leave any mark on his perfect light skin. She wanted him to have a reminder of her - a reminder of what had happened last night because she knew him, she knew he would forget everything about her if he could, he would delete every trace of her existence from his mind if he could... So, what better way to prevent it than imprinting her marks on him?

He was from Africa, he'd lived in an African state all his life... In one of those poverty stricken countries where they barely had electricity, where mosquitoes zoomed across and bit half dressed people, in a country where they all danced locally and yet his skin was this fair.

Tiana knew she'd originated from Africa too, someone down her ancestral family tree had also once walked around half naked too before they'd been sold in a slave trade, she knew all these -that was all she knew- although she'd never bothered about tracing her roots, a huge part of her was glad that one of her ancestors had been sold.. She couldn't imagine her self living in an area with no electricity. She'd end her life if that were to happen some day.

But now, as she currently stared at his spotless body she imagined how it'd been like living in Africa.. With Rooney by her side.

Would her skin be as spotless as Rooney was? Or did the mosquitoes over there only have a liking for females blood?

"Tyler's. We were both so fucking horny, you didn't want to do it in yo' car and his flat was nearby. " Tiana explained to him and searched for her underwear.

Her toffee skin had red scratches on every part of her body, evidence of Rooney's brutality last night.

Last night when all he did was satisfy himself only, when he'd scratched her skin with some sort of hate and he'd avoided her lips.

She knew he didn't like her back but his hostility and self centeredness annoyed her sometimes, his indifference killed her. They were just friends with benefits but still she didn't need to be treated like all she could offer him was her vagina. It made no sense to her that such a perfect and beautiful person could have such a horrible flaw.

Even in his drugged and drunken state, he still didn't change.

Meanwhile, Rooney replayed and paused her words in his head again, her words didn't make sense to Rooney. How could Tyler... Quarterback Tyler let him in? Just to screw a girl comfortably?

Not like there was much comfort, this room looks like a cheap dump.

They weren't enemies but they certainly had this thick indescribable tension that wasn't going to be dissolved anytime soon.

Rooney was sure majority of the tension was caused by Tyler's skin color. Tyler was a white preppy boy who did not have half as much financial privileges that Rooney, a black immigrant had.

It caused a lot of tension between both of them.

"He let me in? Just cause I had a hard on? "Rooney turned to look at her breasts and more flashes hurt his head.

She was on him, his hand was squeezing her breasts and he was staring up at a moaning Munachi... A moaning Munachi.

He screamed and gripped his head tighter, trying to get Munachi's face out of his head, it wasn't working. She was all he could see now. Tiana stretched out her hand to comfort him but he pulled away sharply, like she was pure current and he was still human.

He didn't regret it, he didn't regret knowing that he might have just hurt her feelings...again. But, she was just an error he kept on repeating.

A shameful error he wished he'd never first made. Because anytime he was around her bullshit always happened to him, like now.

Why did it feel like his brain was melting?

She was ruining him the way he'd ruined Chiamaka and he knew it.

"Did I take any of that fucking crap? My head's killing me. "

Tiana nodded, she'd just located her underwear and her ripped gown and so she stood up with shaky legs to pick them all.

She walked back to the bed and wore her belongings.

"I asked a question. Speak. "

"Yes, fine. I lied well I didn't lie, I just omitted a'couple things. We weren't the only one in the car, Tyler, Nicky and Sasha.. We all was in there. You weren't driving, you was with me at the back. You took a red pill, turned you on real quickly. Turned us all real quickly, we all took same shit except Nicky cause he was driving. Tyler's flat was 'round the corner and we all couldn't fuck in yo car. So Nicks drove us here, you took more crap from Tyler to amp you up and damn you fucking screwed me like your cheap whore. " Tiana told Rooney.

She'd stopped several times inbetween words trying to catch his gaze but failed each time, the only time he looked at her was when they were fucking and even at then he kept looking at her like she was someone else. Someone dear to him.

Which she wasn't.

She pulled up her brown hair from her shoulders and wrapped it in a bun above her head, she was now fully clothed.

Rooney groaned, smacked his forehead and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Stupid stupid stupid! Stupid! Why the fuck did you give me that shit?! " She winced back when he shouted at her, he was about to yell out more words that were sure to slice her self esteem until he felt a sharp yet slow and painful current pass through his head, it felt like he was being electrocuted.

He screamed and fell to the floor.

"Yo!?" The door slammed open and Tyler, a tanned, tall, built, white teenage boy walked in. He was chest naked and his black sweatpants hung dangerously low on his waist.

Tiana's eyes flicked downwards and she licked her lips suggestively at the noticeable bulge, Tyler watched her eyes then winked at her when their eyes finally met.

Rooney sprang up quickly, flew across the room and interrupted Tyler and Tiana's moment by wrapping his hands tightly round Tyler's head. "After last time you swore never to drug me, what the fuck did you two do to me?! "

Tyler narrowed his eyes at Rooney and tried to shove him off, he didn't bulge.

Rooney scowled and took two steps backwards. He wasn't ready to fight with a white man in a white man's country.. Just yet.

His mom had money, but did she have influence and power?

"You got drunk at Anita Ama's party, actually fuck no, you drank the spiked punch. You did some nasty things yesterday night so we decided to take you home last night. Take you back to your mama's house last night." Tyler stopped talking and rolled his eyes.

"Tiana kissed you with the pill on her tongue, I saw you both and you practically forced me to give you some juice. You sure as hell wanted to satisfy this sexy missy last night and I see why. Nicks drove us here. " He was biting his lower lip while his eyes hungrily scanned Tiana's body.

She looked down and imitated a blush.

Rooney smacked his tongue against his upper teeth as he watched them both, he didn't have time for this.

What time is it?

He raised up his wrist and realized that he wasn't wearing his wrist watch, whether he'd forgotten it somewhere in Anita's house, left it at home or Tyler had stolen it from him- The broke bastard looks like he needed fast cash. He'd would probably sell it to get himself a new flat.

Rooney wasn't sure.

"She's sore... I fucked her. So don't screw her tiny brain out will ya?" Rooney commented dryly and made his way out of the small room after taking a minute to scan it for any of his belongings.

The thief could have his watch but not anything else.

Tiana smiled behind him and took his comment as a sign of jealousy and one couldn't be jealous unless he had feelings... She'd finally won. Rooney now liked her back, last night wasn't in vain.

Since she was now this happy, who was she to hog her happiness? She had to share her happiness... With someone.

Staggering till he got to what looked like a sitting room, or what was supposed to be a sitting room, Rooney then gagged at the disgusting scene in front of him.

He was staring at Nicks naked ass.

That was revolting.

Like, why the fuck are you naked?

A look to the left and he saw another naked figure who he recognized as Sasha... Tiana's look alike and supposed bestie.

She was sprawled across the floor on her stomach with her legs spread out wide, Rooney rolled his eyes at her butt and made a mental note to never screw the typical white girl, it'll be his loss if he decides to waste energy on someone as thin as she was.

Munachi was thin too but she had a slender thin body that this Sasha didn't have. That body was attractive to him.

Well, the last time he saw her.

She'd probably be thin now and be a bit taller. No curves no nothing, she'll be a cuter version of a broomstick.

Here I go again, I'm thinking about Munachi again after cheating on her...

Fuck me.

We're not dating. I didn't cheat.

With a silent groan, Rooney walked to his naked make-shift bestie's knocked out body and searched him.

Nicky strangely still had his T-shirt on.

And Nicky had this habit of shoving everything up a breast pocket, so if what Tiana had said was true that meant he definitely had to be with his only means of escaping the dumpster Tyler called home.

His car keys.

Within two minutes of searching, he found his keys and tried to figure out where the door that'll take him out of this hell hole was.

Luck wasn't on his side this time, he kept walking into different rooms that all looked abandoned and unkept and he'd even barged in on a naked-again Tiana kneeling underneath Tyler once.

That scene did nothing to arouse any jealousy or protective feelings in him for Tiana, it just disgusted him... Staring at Tyler's white ass was another revolting sight he'd been unfortunate to view. Tiana could screw whoever she damn pleases, he just didn't need to be there, she wasn't the kind of person that his heart yearned for.

So he didn't just care.

Eventually, minutes after he'd barged in on them he walked out the house.

Now he had another task to accomplish... Locate his car.

And he did.

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Six hours later and Rooney was lying on his back on a bed, in his empty huge house minutes after taking his mother's pain killers.

How he'd successfully drove here without an accident or him driving into someone who could've put him in trouble with his mom was more than a miracle to him, it was shocking.

Yet, the only surprising thing to Rooney was how he could still be thinking about her after all this time.

He knew he loved her, but that wasn't meant to be just it. He also knew that something majorly fucked up happened to them that'd made them drift apart, because he'd be lying if he said he remembered the last time he'd checked up on her.

The last time, he'd actually really checked up on her. Everything was now majorly fucked up socially that he couldn't even chat her up on WhatsApp anymore.

He knew she wasn't on Instagram and that was his only means of connecting with someone from his former school since no one he knew his new WhatsApp number... Shit happened and he lost his phone, also lost the AT&T sim that'd cost him more than $19 with it and he'd rather chew dirty jeans than ask the twins for help in reconnecting with his old friends.

Thankfully one good thing came out of his misfortune, his mother got him the latest iPhone, the day it was released, got him IPhone 11- Got him a straight from the factory IPhone. He didn't know how she did it considering how she wasn't even on any pre order list but he loved her for it.

Still, he barely used it. He was still yet to log into his snap chat account and he couldn't log back into his WhatsApp account because he didn't have the Nigerian sim card nor his AT&T sim for verification.

Darrel and Darren started picking on him... More than usual once they figured out what had happened. Rooney assumed they were jealous since they were both still using the plain old IPhone XS max.

He'd upgraded level but it'd come with a cost, he lost all contact with majority of his friends from Nigeria. He still had certain people on his new WhatsApp but that was girls only and they'd reached out to him on Instagram first.

Creating an Instagram group and adding people then exchanging contacts with them all again was an option he'd considered, but he was just too lazy and most times when he picked up his phone to do that. Something always popped up.

Besides, he really didn't care much about them. He could see his friends again next five years and all would be good and smooth—it didn't matter that he was leaving their messages on seen and the other Emerald Academy students weren't really worth the stress of creating a group chat for, the only person he was still crazy about also wasn't on Instagra-

How sure am I?

If I remember correctly before I left.. She had plans of opening one.

And being the main jerk I am, I haven't even searched for her with the user name she said she'll be sure to use if she ever joins.

Rooney groaned and turned to lie on his stomach, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed his Macbook in front of him. He opened the Instagram website, logged in again and the first picture he saw had his mouth dropping.

No, fuck couldn't be happening.

This shit wasn't real....

When did the two of them start liking each other that they'd suddenly shoving their tongues down each other's throat

Rooney's eyebrow quirked up as he read the caption under the picture '#TB', now he was even more confused.

When did Nonso and Silvana ever date? Were they currently dating? Or the TB was a throwback to when they were dating? Was there even a when? Or the picture was just a throwback of their current relationship?

Rooney rolled his eyes and took his time to properly view the picture, Silvana sure now had a huge nice ass. She was wearing a yellow two piece bikin and she had her long legs wrapped round Nonso's waist, Nonso had one hand squeezing her right cheek and the other was on her face, he looked like he was caressing her cheek when the picture was taken they were also French kissing.

The picture had the best camera quality he'd seen all day, it was so bright and clear, no doubt it'll be an OnePlus 6T phone that captured them.

Rooney smirked and clicked on Nonso's name.
His profile opened in less than three seconds and he scrolled down past his bio. Silvana's pictures were everywhere.

Rooney smirk broadened as he finally realized that Silvana's body had changed, she now looked older and more mature... Nonso too had changed, he now had this awesome dread that looked dope.

Has Munachi changed too?

Is she still thin and small?

Rooney scrolled down quickly as he tried to search for a picture with Munachi in it.

Two minutes later and no luck, Nonso only had pictures of him, Silvana or him and Silvana together.

Like, dude I get it... You guys are dating... You guys were dating... You guys want to date. Whateves.

He was about to click on the 'tagged' part of the page when he noticed a group picture.

Noticed something else, noticed her eyes.

Triple fuck.

In an instant Rooney had clicked on that picture and in a second it'd loaded.

Nonso, Kenelum, Kenneth, Segun, Dominique, Arthur and his truly... Munachi.

Nonso had one eye open and his tongue out, his two wrists that crossed over each other so it appeared like he was making an X-sign, were positioned in front of his right eye in a shield style, he was making the rock and roll sign with his two hands... That was the pose he'd taken.

Kid will never change... Being crazy is what he does best.

Kenelum was in a bodyguard pose, his head was down and his face hidden from the camera. He looked like he was admiring his shoes or the ground with his two hands wrapped together just inches above his crotch level.

Agbero.. Level one. Idiot's even biting his lip.

Kenneth was in the same pose as Kenelum, only difference between them was that Kenneth was staring at the camera with a scowl.

My guy... Biggest fool that ever liveth. Sha, you still sense get pass Nonso.

Segun on the other hand stood out from the three of them, he wasn't in any fancy pose he was just staring blankly at the camera, his nose was a bit scrunched up and his eyebrows were almost touching. He looked like he was annoyed when the picture was taken.

Segun can now vex. Congrats. IPhone lover.

Dominique was huge. His body frame reminded him of Anthony Joshua yet Rick Ross at the same time. He wasn't fat, he was now built. Yet also spacious. He had one hand aimed at the camera with his index finger pointing at the lens and the other like he was lifting weights or flexing his arm muscle. His middle finger on that hand was pointing upwards.

Fuck you?? Is that supposed to be a fuck you pose? Guy, wtf?

Arthur was smirking and he was the only guy seated, Rooney recognized the auditorium chair and knew that they'd taken the picture in the auditorium. His left hand was up in his black afro-like hair, his hair in a fist. His other hand was on his upper leg-his elbow. His head tilted to the direction of his right hand and his eyes were glittering. Dark brown orbs, straight nose, long oval face that seemed to be pointed down and red lips that were slightly parted.

Guuuuuuuuuy!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You should be a model, front page on every Magazine!

Fuck! What am I doing with my life right now? Arthur looks like he was born to be in the spotlight. And I haven't set up my snap chat yet?

Dayum. Triple dayum.

Rooney looked away from his laptop and admired his room, he could sure make this room look better than a studio. He already looked like a god, he could make things work.

Rooney stretched his hand and picked up his Iphone, he unlocked it and opened the camera.

He still had the dawg in him, pink full lips, curly hair, spotless skin... He still got it. With a smug smirk Rooney closed the app and dropped his phone.

Everything's set.. Instagram I will re-utilize you.

I will out model Arthur.

He always got into childish competitions with Arthur over rival things, this wasn't going to be an exception. He was going to become an Instagram teen model again at all cost. He was going to take better pictures again and forget to reply his female fans comments on them.

Ever since he'd gotten here, his social-media life paused and he considered it ironic because he was abroad with a better climate, real blue skies and not the cloudy mess he considered Nigerian atmosphere to be, with photo worthy backgrounds everywhere he turned unlike in Nigeria but yet his social media life had completely dwindled.

He also cut off everyone that mattered to him, ghosting Arthur and his guys which somehow tied back to ghosting Munachi because only them could he update her through.

She would have sent a lot of messages to his WhatsApp and he knew her well enough to know that that'd be it for her. She wouldn't chase after him seeking an explanation she would just take his action as an explanation.

So she definitely thought I was ghosting her and she would have just chested it and move on! She won't discuss it with anyone, she'd just internalize this false belief.

Rooney suddenly felt like he was forgetting something after a few seconds had past and he was still staring down at his phone.

Felt like he was forgetting-

Munachi!

Thinking of her!

He picked up his laptop and sat up straight, then stared at the screen. Her eyes attracted him instantly and he saw she was seated too. Her legs were crossed in front of her, they seemed long now. Longer than he remembered... She'd definitely grown taller now, his eyes traced up her legs to her thighs. To her now thick thighs.

What the actual fuck?

Edwin's eyes widened and his mouth dropped. Then closed again.

Maybe it's the position of the camera. Or light. Or something. Or it just wasn't her.

He looked at her eyes, her raised up eyebrows and her slender face. Her eyes weren't blank like they used to be, they looked happy and content...

She was happy and smiling without me?

I'm dying here without her and she's happy?

Rooney's blood began to slowly boil but one more look at her face cooled him down.

If she's happy, then I'm happy.

Guy, see laps. All the food she's been monging don vex.

He smiled and took a screenshot of the screen. The date the picture had been uploaded told him the picture was recent.

The picture was just a few days and a month old.

He then shut down his computer and picked up his phone. He opened the Instagram app and typed in Arthur's username.

Arthur's last Instagram post was four days ago... It was a selfie with the dog lens... A snap chat selfie. The background looked like blue house SS2's dorm. He'd been in there several times when his brothers were in SS2, so he was sure it was their new dorm too.

He was sitting inside an open locker, SS2's lockers were built to be larger than 9th graders and SS1's lockers were built to be smaller than SS2's lockers. So the locker had just a bit more than enough space. Rooney noticed his school uniforms, jerseys, house wears and church white neatly hanging behind Arthur's body, they were all pushed to the left corner of the locker. His locker had a blue little light bulb at the right corner and that acted as the perfect lightening for him.

His picture was as usual dope. Who knew a locker could look so modernized?

Rooney frowned feeling a wave of anger mixed with jealousy but he sighed then smiled...

If he's dope, then I'm dope too. I'm happy for my Instagram model best bro.

Rooney looked up at Arthur's 'Story' and saw that I'd been updated seven minutes ago, it was a video.

Started off with Arthur smiling at the camera, a selfie video... There was loud laughter coming from the background, Arthur then rolled his eyes in the video and switched to the back camera.

It was at night and he was in a class room, Nonso, Segun and the rest of his friends were in there too... Looked like they were the only ones in there. Chidinma wasn't absent this time around, stuffing popcorn into her mouth she had a black headphone on decorated with skulls while she scrolled down the phone in her hand. She was sitting in between the small circle that his friends had formed..

"... Guy, I dey serious. I fit twerk now. " Dominique's voice sounded way different from the last time Rooney had heard it.

Had this deep rumble at the end.

"Twerk fire. " Segun laughed loudly and stuck his hand into Chidinma's popcorn.

Chidinma looked up and eyed him until he dropped the popcorn he'd grabbed and retreated his hand.

"Twerk for us now. " Nonso smirked. The five of them started laughing and Arthur's chuckle behind the camera was the clearest sound.

Dominique got up quickly from his chair and squatted, the boys around started laughing loudly again. Chidinma looked up and her eyes met the camera, the lens registered on her face and a loud licking sound echoed from Rooney's phone as Arthur zoomed in. She looked away quickly and scrunched up her brows at Dominique moving his butt up and down.

"Go Domi- Go Nique. Go Dominique, go Nicky, go Minajy. Uh-huhn. Uh-huhn."

Rooney threw his head back and laughed, laughed so hard he forgot the last time he'd laughed this much.

It wasn't just Dominique's surprisingly good twerk show but the way Chidinma's eyes opened slowly and her popcorn filled mouth dropped at the sight of Dominique twerking.

The laughing from his phone became too loud and Rooney joined in their volume, Arthur's phone also started to shake a bit in his hands.

I'm laughing and crying. I can't even remember the last time I'd laughed.

I miss Nigeria. I miss these fools.

Segun's cough slowly tuned down the laughing until Dominique's twerking ended.

"Guy you're mad. If teacher enter here now watin you go talk!?" Kenelum questioned after wiping a tear off his eye and a tall girl suddenly appeared beside him.

She was wearing a flair blue house wear and so her house wear's color and design was matching with Kenelum's.

Rooney thought they looked like couple goals with matching clothes, even though she hadn't said a word yet.

"No teachers during night prep remember?" Her hands were both in akimbo as she glared at him.

There was this unmistakable shimmer in her eyes and Rooney counted down to when the Kenelum he knew would insult her or possibly slap her for correcting him.

Three seconds past and Kenelum was done glaring at her, Rooney watched in shock as his facial expression morphed into a love struck one. In a second he was kissing that girl.

Kenelum?? What the fuck?!!

You no slap am?

Who's she self?

The Kenelum he knew didn't do girlfriends.. Maybe she was just a fling? But why didn't he end their probably short fling there and then and walk away after she corrected him?

Maybe, Rooney was over reading things.. She hadn't even insulted him, that was why he didn't do anything.

But, still why'd he kiss her like that? Why did his glare change to a stare? Why did he look in love?

Was Kenelum in love with that new student?

Fuck.

I'm missing so much.

The video stoped playing and Rooney swiped right to check if they'll be more videos from that scene. He didn't understand why Instagram had a seconds-limit.

The second video started playing almost as quickly as he'd swiped and now the scene looked wider, the space seemed larger and he could see the full three walls of the classroom now.

No doubt the camera was put down, Rooney noticed that there were more people in the classroom too, Jasmine was the first person he'd noticed beside the gay-kid. Gay-kid looked different and more mature now. Jasmine looked like she was in her early twenties but that wasn't possible because he was older than her.

He saw Silvana, she sat at the extreme end of the class with... Munachi by her side.

This was the most recent version of Munachi Odumba, only four minutes old and Rooney felt his body move closer to his screen.

He wanted to step into the screen and just hug her.

Munachi Odumba.

My girl is now a woman.

"Okay, oya. Let's start the truth or dare oh. Prep will soon be over. " Jasmine said loudly from the video. Her tiny voice brought a smile to Rooney's lips.

He was glad that her voice hadn't changed since everyone and everything seemed to be changing.

"No, forget that shit. Arthur dance for us!" He heard another tiny voice but this one sounded exaggerated, he searched for the owner and stared at Chiamaka.

She was one of the girls he still had her number, she'd resent it to him via Instagram weeks ago when she noticed he no longer came online on WhatsApp.

Rooney was in a paradox where he ignored messages from people he cared about, but people like the Makas' he responded in due time.

Chiamaka was attractive under the classroom's bright light, fair skin, long black braids, the following members of the Maka's besides her weren't bad looking either but Chiamaka was clearly better looking than all of them.

In the video- that wasn't recorded with a snap lens- she looked like she was white. Looked half caste and she was but to Rooney, before she just used to be really light skin but now she didn't look Nigerian at all.

Rooney's ears picked up music playing from the background, sounded like Ariana's 7rings, the volume increased slowly until it was the only thing that was audible in the video.

Two speakers were seen on the table Chiamaka and Maka's were on, the girls around her started clapping and cheering for Arthur.

They attempted to move their bodies with the music rhythm, everyone in the class joined too. Including Jasmine who was formerly wearing a scowl when Chiamaka opposed her.

Arthur came into view and he danced playfully to the music, attempting to twerk different seconds as he moved to the back of the class.

Rooney watched as he stopped in front of Munachi, the cheering suddenly became louder and Chiamaka stopped clapping, she was now glaring at Munachi. Arthur stretched his hand and Munachi looked down and smiled.

Rooney's eyebrow quirked up...

When did she become shy?

She took his hand and stood up with him and they both playfully danced back to the front.

Rooney's mouth dropped again as his eyes roamed her new figure...

Triple fuck.. She's thick now?? What?

Would I have known this if I had replied any of my guy's messages?

No but they would have given me Munas' number again and I would have known this myself.

Arthur stepped back casually and Munachi raised up her two hands high above her head, she whyned her waist slowly, up and down, left and right and Rooney's eyes didn't leave her butt.

This new look was perfect.

She was Munachi Odumba, everything about my flame was bright and perfect.

Arthur appeared again behind her and moved his waist slowly behind her, they were too close for Rooney's liking but he currently couldn't shout at them so, he remained calm and watched them do their dance routine.

His hand touched her collarbone and the video stopped, angrily Rooney swiped again.

Munachi's right hand was down on her left foot, and she was breaking her waist sharply on Arthur's crotch level, she pulled away and jerked to her right then her left, she stuck her left hand out and her other and mimed a rope.

Then she danced smoothly and boringly for a few seconds before going back to Arthur, Arthur smirked at her and roughly dragged her back by her neck, he whispered something Rooney was sure would be an apology but didn't drop his hand from her neck. The song switched immediately to Cardi B's Please me ft Bruno Mars.

Arthur blew a kiss at one of the Maka's and Rooney assumed they'd both planned it.

Arthur rolled his waist into Munachi's butt and Rooney's eyes widened at the scene in front of him. Sure, he'd seen them dance before in front of him several times.. Sure he knew their dance routine but yet something felt different watching them today.

It felt odd, he wanted to separate them both and yell that the pair with a flair was over.

Munachi giggled and Arthur's hand moved to her hair and he fisted it roughly. Rooney's jaw hurt him too much for him to lower it anymore, but he was terribly shocked with the way they were both acting. He knew Munachi wouldn't had stopped it even if she was uncomfortable with it, but the look in her eyes didn't even look anything like uncomfortable.

Rooney sighed a sigh of relief when she pulled away and walked back to her seat after giggling lowly.

Chiamaka sprang up quickly and wrapped Arthur's hand round her shoulder.

"Teach me. " Rooney read her lips clearly.

Arthur stared forward and Rooney noticed he was looking at Munachi.

When did he suddenly need her permission to dance with anyone?

What is really going on in that school nowadays?

Rooney noticed her subtle nod and Arthur smiled at Chiamaka.

Chiamaka clapped her hands and instantly the song switched to Avril Lavigne's Dumb Blonde ft Nicki Minaj.

She didn't waste a second before she started twerking slowly to Arthur's crotch, she reminded him of Tiana. 

She'd done this slow twerk to him once and they had the same mannerisms.

Chiamaka slowly lowered her butt against his crotch and raised it up slowly and shook her butt against it, she grabbed Arthur's hands and placed it on her thighs and she stretched her hand up to Arthur's neck and whyned on his body sultrily.

The video ended and Rooney tried to swipe again and realized that he'd just watched the last video and at that moment he realized that he'd heard of home sick... He'd been home sick only once in 7th grade... Even heard of sea sick. But, he'd never ever heard of School sick.

Now what word would perfectly describe how he felt right at the moment?

He missed his school-mostly his classmates and his few friends. Missed the lab equipments and the labs, missed the annoying teachers he loved dissing. Missed Jide. Missed the large football field he formerly hated, the basketball court, the swimming center, the cafeteria.. Missed his special hidden walkway, missed the auditorium, missed dancing with his friends... Missed Munachi.

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"Nachi O. That's the name I'll use when I'm ready to join. " She giggled softly and stretched on my bed.

"Nachi O?.. Like, Nachi Odumba? " I asked her and she nodded then yawned.

She didn't continue talking or give me a follow up story but I wasn't offended because I now knew her properly. She wasn't the talking type.

"Will there be any underscores in it? " I asked her instead, she looked up and thought for a moment.

"Yes. After the 'i' and before the 'o'. Like, this. " Munachi crossed her leg over and picked up a notebook and a pen.

She wrote down the username for me and passed it.

Nachi_O

"Incase there's already a Nachi O? You'll be?"

She smiled at me and laid down again, "Nachi O R. Nachi or. "

I smirked, "Nachi Odumba Rooney?" She rolled her eyes.

"No ooh. Nachi Odumba Rat. I'll be Nachi Odumba rat on Instagram. "

First time ever, you crack joke.

You're improving. You're getting better at this communication stuff we researched.

I threw my head back and laughed. She joined in too and we were both laughing.

I guess we were both laughing too loudly or Darren and Darrel suddenly felt like being asses, because in two minutes Darren and Darrel were both banging on my door muttering plain rubbish.

"Is your dick that small that's she laughing and not screaming?! " Darrel shouted.

"Aren't you man enough for her? Don't laugh with her, cry about your life." Darren completed as usual.

I looked at Munachi who'd gone mute once the banging began and she scribbled something quickly on the book infront of me, she nudged her head down and nodded.

She wanted me to say it.

"No! We just saw a pic of what your brains look like. Newsflash: we're holding a blank paper! " I yelled out and she giggled besides me.

I felt my heart swell at that sound and I lowered my head to kiss her forehead.

Darrel and Darren both shouted "Eh!!" from the other side of my door

"Incase you don't understand, we're just telling you two that you don't have brains! " Munachi yelled beside me and ducked under a pillow.

I looked at her in her weird position and laughed loudly.

"Guy, who talk that one? Na she talk that one? "

"Na she cast us like that? Munachi??! I thought you love us! " Darrel wailed loudly.

"Naa.. She only loves me. " I yelled back.

"Cause she hasn't been with me. "

"Fuck off! " Munachi yelled again, screamed out a cuss and I gasped. Then laughed.

"Na Munachi shout that one oh! " Darren shouted.

"Obara'Jesus. E spoile'geh nnwata nnkeh. Rooney you've spoilt that girl! " Darrel completely murdered Igbo language.

"Shut up e! " I shouted and she giggled again.

"Who ever taught you how to speak nonsense, no like you oh!" her broken English sounded weird and I fell on the floor with tears in my eyes.

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Rooney had a wide smile on his face as he reminisced, he was meant to only remember the username Munachi had gave him so he could search for her.

But his mind had other plans for him.

Darrel and Darren liked her,

Who wouldn't like her?

Rooney was sure they'll like her to the extent of having her on WhatsApp... To the extent of having her phone number.

Bingo.

Crash.

She'll be in school right now, boarding school. She didn't take her phone to school.

There was now a flaw in his plan... A flaw he could still fix nonetheless.

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Haloooooowa!