"Don't you ever get tired of reading?" Emily asked.Isabelle spared her a quick glance to see her stab one of her fried plantains resting on top of the jollof spaghetti she had bought. The aroma of the food was inviting, making Isabelle regret the regular order she had made: a beefy burger, three bags of Cheetos and a Cola (all — except the chips, which she ate slowly — she had consumed within minutes). "It's either this or I go crazy," she replied Emily.Making use of her mental energy was a perfect way for her to get rid of the maddening thoughts that bugged her. Especially her talk with Loveth some minutes ago. Disappointment was an understatement of how she had felt after that moment. Instead of feeling remorseful about her actions, Loveth had twisted the whole situation to her favor. Isabelle had simply painted a world where the roles were reversed, but apparently, Loveth was more into whatever she was feeling for a man old enough to be her father that she couldn't even summon a
¶¶Let's be understood,Not misinterpreted.~ Amberdorn¶¶ Bad boy stories were the worst.A girl, who had been raised and trained well by her parents; a girl who had been taught to be independent and intelligent would meet a damaged boy, who'd make her lose her home training and see her family as the enemy. He'd become possessive over her and she'd allow him to step all over her morals and intelligence while disposing her right to speak for herself and they'll call this love. These were the worse kind of stories and Isabelle hated them the most. Bankole seemed to have grown up watching and reading such stories, which was exactly why he had misunderstood her request and gone public. What he had done hadn't been heroic, instead, loud and unnecessary.Emily should be on her side, instead, her best friend had been touched by the act and said it was more of a reason to date Bankole. The attention, popularity: Isabelle hated them all and Bankole's actions had only worsened her case, ins
Classes had ended for the day and Isabelle hadn't been able to confront Bankole.With soccer tryouts about a week or so away, he was spending most of his time training. Being a member of the paparazzi team had her plugged into every source of information in the school and the news of tryouts was basically what every guy talked about. How Bankole juggled between school and sports was a wonder, but then again, it was possible he barely cared about his academics.She decided she'd either talk to him on phone or probably talk to him tomorrow. There were more pressing issues to address.The paparazzi team had wanted to divide into groups that'll be able to get a scoop from each section and other clubs, all for next week and next two weeks' papers.And at the ending of next month, there was also the contest for the best teacher of the year. Another team needed to get an interview with every t
"Where are you going?"After Isabelle had told Joel she needed his help, Emily called to tell her she couldn't wait and would be on her way."I need to get something and it'll take time.""I'll only be a minute. Why not wait for me?" She cast Joel a hasty glance when his phone began ringing.On Emily's end, a car rumbled in the background and then another honked its way past as it zoomed past her."I'm already on my way. I'll see you at home. I won't be long.""Emmy—" the call ended before she could stop her and she stared at her screen with confusion."I'll be down with you in a minute," Joel told his caller calmly. "If you can't wait, you and Isaac can get going. I'll catch up with you guys." He nodded at something the caller had said and then hummed before hanging up.At the mention of Isaac, she had been a little surprised. But decid
At exactly 5:45 pm, Joel arrived at the location they had both picked and then texted her.She had gotten lost in her conversation with her mom, and also with Emily when she returned while downstairs saying goodbye to her mom.The weather was dry and harsh, but she had been informed by her weather app that it'd rain at 6. She had hoped to be early, so they'd be home before then. But as it turned out, she was the one breaking her own rule.Reasons she hated being late: she didn't get enough time to decide what to wear, how to wear it, and if she were to use a lip balm, lip gloss, lipstick, or just go plain. What if she needed sandals to match her outfit and not boots? What if an umbrella was necessary because of an expected rain pour? There was a 99.9% chance she'd forget something and would later find out it was very important.After wearing a black, long-sleeved, ankle-length, floral dress, she quickly slipped on a
It was the first time in a long time since Joel sat with someone he barely knew and had a good laugh.He carried around a stoic countenance, not because he possessed a cold heart, but because smiling unnecessarily made no sense.So, his current chat with Isabelle about the smallest things not only felt new but also weird and reviving.She was just like Isaac — Grace's stepbrother. The two barely said a word unless spoken to. And once they got comfortable, you'll find out just how loud, funny, and crazy they could be."Are you kidding me?" Isabelle was shocked to hear he watched Korean movies. "You're a boy!""So?" He felt a little offended."Uh," she scoffed. "Boys don't watch that stuff.""Says who?""Says every guy I've met.""Well, not me.""That's crazy." She shook her head."Not as
¶¶And the Lord’s servant must not be quarrelsome,but must be kind to everyone, able to teach, not resentful.Opponents must be gently instructed, in the hope that God will grant them repentance leading them to a knowledge of the truth...~ 2 Timothy 2 vs 24 - 25¶¶Last night, Isabelle and Joel had gone from plotting Loveth's road to freedom to small talks on the most trivial things.Their conversation had at first been light, till he blurted out how he had lost his mom in a car crash. From the way he brushed it aside, it was obvious he hadn't meant to let it out and she didn't want to push it any further. But, later that night, her curious mind wouldn't let it be.When he had stated his reason for not believing in God, it had hit deep. She wondered if it was the experience of losing his mom that caused him to feel that much anger or w
Bankole was an ass.Marking his territory like that in the cafeteria, on Thursday, in front of everyone, was the same as attempting to guillotine Isabelle. Sometimes his friend would be in over his head and do foolish things. He was aware Jessica wasn't going to accept this and threatening her would do nothing.After Bankole had done what he did, Joel had walked away, disappointed and vexed.Upon confronting him, Bankole had acted as cocky as ever and met him head to head."What are you going to do about it?" he had asked. "Tell on me?" Then he chuckled. "We both know she wouldn't care because not a single soul can reject this face."Unknown to Bankole, Isabelle already told him she had no plans of ever adhering to his request. Obviousl