ELEVEN

Each day was like plain torture to me. The fact I couldn't see or call Veronica was killing me. The tears I saw in her eyes back at the eatery haunted me. I tried to convince myself that those tears were deceitful; fake tears; crocodile tears but each time I thought I had myself convinced, an accusation crept into my chest, screaming at me for being so foolish.

Chineye and Tunde added to my misery as they concentrated on being a pest. Chineye kept throwing it to my face my date with Veronica. She said she suspected that something was up ever since I stopped coming for the group study. She wanted to know who the lady was and why I chose someone else over her.

Tunde kept ringing it to my hearing that I would fail if I kept doing what I was doing. No one was helping me out! Tony didn't speak much to me he was rarely around. Many a time, I had picked my phone to call Veronica only to drop it down. I ached badly to see her even though we wouldn't talk. I