~~~UNKNOWN POV~~~
Our last year of Highschool took us completely unawares - unexpected friendships, unexpected relationships and unexpected drama.
So, mistakes were made, friendships were torn, relationships were broken.
Ss3 seemed like the perfect story to tell until it slowly was starting to become an endless nightmare.
Rough Consequences and worse, the death of a friend, really opened our eyes to a lot of things.
But I won't rush into the story yet. Let's all break it down for you, from the beginning of the story.
How everything all started.. CHAPTER ONE ~~~GIWA'S POINT OF VIEW~~~ The last year of Secondary school is one that every Nigerian teenager has longed for at some point in their lives.
I mean, why wouldn't we?
There's a kind of pride that comes with being addressed as an "Ss3 Student". It's like you are basically the center of attraction. Every other student in the lower classes look up to you. They wish they were you; having the advantage you have to break rules or atleast bend it to suit you, however you like, with absolutely no one stopping you.
The power you have as an Ss3 Student is thrilling. You are in total, absolute control.
Be it fear or admiration, you are being held so high and treated like royalty. Literally.
Well, in the next two days, I, Giwa Falade, will officially be in Ss3 - this "all so glorious" class.
And surprisingly..
I couldn't care less.
Once upon a time, like many others, my dream was to finally be in my last year of Secondary School
Ss3
, but right now, all I just want to do is graduate and never have to see my classmate's faces anymore.
"Three days left for me to go back to that hell," I said to myself, a sigh of exasperation leaving with my soliloquy as I rested my back against the passengers seat of my car.
My classmates seemed rather excited about it. And for a fact, Yure Adediji was even throwing a house party tonight and guess who got invited; me.
I looked to my phone screen.
8:15p.m
I took hours debating today whether or not I'd attend Yure's party. I surprised myself by deciding to go. I shocked myself even more as I put it into action and there I was - my box braids in a ponytail, black lace top and high waisted faded jeans on - sitting down, cross-legged in my car, dressed all chic and fire for Yure's party and waiting for my driver to take me there.
Why Yure even invited me is what I fully couldn't understand. I don't even think the guy likes me. I mean, he was one guy that always somehow managed to pick out one thing or two that I was doing wrong. It got pretty annoying how he always somehow made it look like I was such an evil villain and he was the hero of the day.
So yes - I get accused of being mean to people a lot. I'd say I'm very outspoken, but people like Yure misunderstand that. That's why we would never get along. Everybody in Castron High knew that I, Giwa Falade and Yure Adediji were like fire and water respectively, and you can just imagine how much of a problem that would be having that I was the Head Girl and he so happened to be the Head Boy.
I know what you're thinking.
What a disaster!
For all I know, Yure just invited me because he had to. Well, I so happen to be that girl everyone in school was all about. You know? The one who has the sassiest attitude, wears the dopest uniforms, and has her alpha clique that people crave attention from. Yeah, sort of like the Queen Bee you may say. It's not like Yure Adediji had a choice really. I had to be invited. Whether he liked me or not didn't really matter.
The reason Castron High students were so particular about me and my life was crystal clear to me. Sure, my parents were super rich. Both of them own Falade Realty - only but the biggest estate in Nigeria, having dozens of mansions worth millions for sale. In other words, they were multi billionaires. So you can imagine the kind of Luxury we enjoyed. But then again, mostly every kid in my school had rich parents. Our fees were in millions so any kid with middle class parents couldn't afford it. So, being super rich was not much of a big deal, so that being said, that wasn't the reason I got my fame in Castron High.
I wasn't the prettiest girl in school either. But I was gorgeous - with my dark unblemished skin, lean tall figure and my dark natural afro-like hair that everyone called "goals". Even with all that, I still was sure of the fact that they were some girls in Castron High that were prettier than me. So that obviously wasn't it either.
It was the fear they had for me. Yes, Fear.
Call me twisted, but that is the only thing that keeps me intrigued in that hell of an institution. This may sound wrong, but that is all that's ever kept me going. The only thing that manages to put a smile on my face when I think about coming back for Ss3.
And so far my stay in Castron High, I had made it clear to everyone that I wasn't the one to be messed with - even the seniors stayed clear, juniors were terrified to even make eye contact with me, and my classmates were scared of getting on my bad side as well. That's just how things should be, right? That way I know I have everything and everyone in control.
Sometimes, I feel that was why the school made me the Head Girl - because they needed a prefect with an iron fist. And, you see that iron fist? I had it, even coated with burning acid.
Sometimes, I also felt the reason they picked Yure Adediji as Head Boy was in a way connected - maybe because they knew he so happened to be one of the very, very few people that actually had to the guts to stand up to me.
And now, back to the present pending situation - Yure Adediji wants me at his party?
Wow - almost sounds like a set up if you ask me. But I'm Giwa Falade. Shit can't happen to me. Let's be real.
"Madam sorry oo.."
I was drifted away from my thoughts as I turned to see Bolanke, the family driver - a man who should be in his 40's, standing outside the window of my Mercedes Benz.
I fought the urge to smile. His dread amused me in a sick way.
Bolanke, who was supposed to have been here ten minutes ago driving me to Yure's house, was standing there and peeping in through the window by the driver's seat and shaking like someone who was about to enter a haunted house.
"Madam Sorry oo!" He said again, clearly shaking in his shoes.
He knew I was going to have his head for keeping me in here too long. Hell. I hated waiting.
"Big Madam called me. No vex abeg. Madam no vex," His voice was higher than usual so it was easy to tell that he was just afraid. That's why he couldn't even muster up the courage to come inside the car just yet.
I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to come in with my hands. He quickly fundled the car door with shaky hands before opening it and getting inside to sit on the driver's seat.
"Sorry Madam.." He said again, with pleading eyes, pressing his body against the door of the driver's seat like he was scared of even grazing my skin with the hem of his shirt.
"How many times have I told you to stop calling me 'Madam'? " I asked sternly.
I wasn't looking at him, but at the glass shield infront of me, with a face as plain as a card board paper. Still, I could tell that his face dropped in hopelessness and confusion because of how frail his voice sounded as he answered me.
"Sorry..I..I don't know what to call.."
"Call me Miss!" I snapped, my eyes still fixed on the glass shield in front of me, my face completely and utterly impassive.
"Okay, okay, sorry Miss.." He corrected himself.
"And stop saying sorry too much. It's irritating." I added, with disgust in my voice.
"S.." he stammered, in a careless attempt to apologise again. I looked sharply to him with a glare and he retreated in fear again, shutting his mouth right up. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the wind shield.
"One more thing.." I said.
"Yes Miss.." He answered with a shaky voice.
I paused, and a corner of my lips curved in a slight smile, abit impressed at how quickly he took corrections.
"Next time, don't lean on my car." I told him.
Scuffing in amusement, I continued, "This car cost more than your entire generation's salary so don't be getting your dirt all over it. You should be privileged to even be driving a car like this. People in your level wouldn't even have the chance to smell an A Class Mercedes Benz in their life."
He didn't say anything. I wasn't looking at him so I didn't even know what expression he had on. I just kept my eyes still on the glass shield and with so much authority in my voice, I ordered, "Now, Drive."
The car started and we began to move. The drive was silent all the way. I never for once broke my gaze from the wind shield.
