Before the end of the week, the whole school had known there was something wrong between Kudaisi and I. Ours had been a wild wind romance, fast, burning—a envy for all.
Whispers and talks abounded as I walked through the corridor to the schoolyard for the compulsory Friday afternoon devotion, with students openly pointing at me. For most time I was dead towards them, walking without really seeing or hearing any of them, but for a reason I felt curious, drawing magic to heighten my hearing and listen in on a group of girls to my far left.
“She has no shame. First Stephen and now Kudaisi, and they both dumped her after a few weeks,” one of the girls said.
“I’ve never seen a girl so lucky and unlucky at the same time,” another added.
“I heard she lied to Kudaisi that she was a virgin, and when he finally got down with her, he saw her for what she truly was.”
“What? She is a real definition of a whore!”
I nearly lost control hearing that.
