ログインBECCA’S POV
The night in the Elite Hostel hadn't been the scandal the campus imagined. There was no sin, only a heavy silence. The fluorescent light flickered overhead, humming a low, irritating tune that matched the headache blooming in my head. I sat up, the "KING’S COURT" logo on my chest feeling like a brand of iron.
Across the room, Josh was a shadow against the morning light. He looked smaller. The "business alliance," the "lost drive," and Ada’s venom ha
BECCA’S POVThe night in the Elite Hostel hadn't been the scandal the campus imagined. There was no sin, only a heavy silence. The fluorescent light flickered overhead, humming a low, irritating tune that matched the headache blooming in my head. I sat up, the "KING’S COURT" logo on my chest feeling like a brand of iron.Across the room, Josh was a shadow against the morning light. He looked smaller. The "business alliance," the "lost drive," and Ada’s venom had stripped away the gold leaf of his reputation."Becca?" his voice was raspy, tentative.I didn't look at him. I reached for my bag, my fingers brushing the Bible I’d clutched all night. "Don't, Josh. The sun is up, let's prepare for school. If it's not about the drive, we have nothing to discuss."I showered and stepped out to find a shopping bag containing two dresses and underwear. I felt a flush of shock and deep embarrassment. I dressed quickly, realizing he&rsqu
BECCA’S POVThe walk back to the Elite Hostel was a recitation of Psalm 23 and the pounding of my own heart. When I pushed open the door to Josh’s room, I expected to find him gone, or perhaps brainstorming. Instead, I found him sitting on the couch in his bedroom, the gas burner turned off.He looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "You didn't go?""The Spirit didn't lead me there, Josh," I whispered, my voice trembling but certain. "He led me back here. To the things we've probably overlooked, so man up and let's brainstorm solutions together."Josh stood up slowly. The vulnerability in his face was a physical weight. He reached out, his hand trembling as he cupped my jaw. For a second, the world narrowed down to the scent of ginger and the heat radiating off his skin. He leaned in, his shadow swallowing me.I felt the pull—the human need to be held in a storm. He didn't wait. He pulled me in, the "KING’S COURT" hoodie bunching be
MARY’S POV"The spiritual man judges all things, yet he himself is judged of no man." (1 Corinthians 2:15)The air in the room was thick with the scent of cheap air freshener and disinfectant; the heat of five bodies packed into a space meant for two hung in the air. I sat at the head of the circle, my Bible open to the Book of Proverbs. My phone vibrated continuously inside my denim skirt pocket.I didn't flinch. I kept my eyes closed, my lips moving in a silent, rehearsed prayer, but my mind was miles away, standing under a Neem tree. I could still feel the rush of power I’d felt when I called Rebecca a harlot. It had felt better than any sermon I’d ever preached.For years, I had been the "Senior" in the Choir department. I had put in the hours, memorized the scriptures, composed the songs, and read my books. But then came Rebecca. The "quiet" girl who didn't even try to be a star, yet the lecturers spoke her name with reverence. I re
BECCA’S POVThe walk back to the Elite Male Hostel felt like walking through a gauntlet. The "KING’S COURT" gold lettering on my back might as well have been a bullseye. Every girl loitering on the balconies and every guy leaning against a parked car seemed to have a smartphone aimed at me. The whispers weren't even whispers anymore—they were loud, mocking laughs. It was a blatant show of shame.I didn't look up. I couldn't. If I saw one more smirk, I feared I would simply dissolve into the pavement. By the time I reached Josh’s door, my lungs felt tight, as if the heavy hoodie were physically squeezing the air out of me. I knocked—three frantic, uneven taps.The door swung open almost instantly. Josh stood there, his hair messy, looking like he’d been running his hand through them. The moment he saw my face—red-rimmed eyes and trembling lips—his expression shifted from irritation to a raw, startled concern.I didn't wait for an invitation. I pushed past
BECCA’S POVThe orange sun was setting over the horizon of the NUAT campus, casting long, dark shadows across the walkway. I walked with my head down, feeling ashamed, the heavy "KING’S COURT" hoodie feeling like lead on my shoulders. I had spent the day avoiding updates on the campus WhatsApp channels and dodging whispers in the textile lab, but the true trial was waiting for me near the Faculty of Food Science and Human Ecology."Rebecca."The voice wasn't loud, but it stopped me in my tracks. Standing under the shade of a whistling Neem tree was Sister Mary. She was dressed in her usual floor-length denim skirt, her Bible-bag held against her chest like a shield—or a weapon."Sister Mary," I breathed, a wave of relief washing over me. "Thank God. I... I’ve had the most horrible day. I don't know what to do, I—""Don't use His name to cover your shame," Mary interrupted. Her voice wasn't kind. It was cold, sharp, and
BECCA’S POVThe morning light felt like an intruder. It crawled across the cold floor of Josh’s room, mocking my exhaustion. I hadn't slept; my Bible was still clutched to my chest, my eyes gritty from a night of silent tears and hyper-vigilance."You can't go out in those," Josh said, his voice raspy from sleep. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wardrobe, still nursing the faint red mark on his cheek where I had branded him with my palm. He pointed to my clothes from yesterday—the white frilly blouse was stained with dust and my skirt wrinkled beyond repair."I have no choice," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I have a 9:00 AM practical. If I miss it, my CA is gone."Josh stood up, wincing. He walked to his closet and pulled out a heavy, oversized black hoodie with "KING’S COURT" printed in bold gold letters across the back and a pair of joggers. It was his signature campaign gear. Everyone on campus knew it."Wear this," he said, tossing it to me. "It’s better than we







