Fuck!" Miranda cussed and slapped her right thigh repeatedly. Charlie was about to share with her the plan he had for Ken but then, his useless phone had to ring.She turned to her left and looked through the window. Charlie was engrossed in his phone call. He was backing her and seemed to be having an extensive discussion with his caller.Charlie never moved an inch to answer his phone calls whenever she was around but now, he had to jump out of the car and even moved to a distance so he could pick up the call. Miranda suspected something fishy but that's not her bone of contention.She smiled and threw her head back as her mind traveled back to the havoc she caused. She recollected how she painted Jane's head and face with wine and sauce. She had turned the beautiful girl into a troll overnight and the mess she created gladdened her heart.Now, Jane must be so mad at Ken that she must have walked out on him Miranda concluded. However, she wasn't sure whether that was enough reason

"Just a moment Ken. Please!" Miranda implored and hurried after him.After their class for the day ended around 1 pm, Ken took the route that led to the college library and Miranda followed him so she could pull him to a corner for a conversation.Ken kept taking rushed steps toward the library. He didn't stop or turn back to look at her. As far as he was concerned, she was now pure evil and he needed to stay away from her.She ran after him and was about to grab his shirt in her bid to force him to turn around when he turned to face her with a clenched jaw. "Stop running after me like some damn parasite."She sighed and tried to get closer to him but Ken drifted backward."Would you please listen to me?"Ken arched a brow. "Listen to you? After all the madness you displayed the other day at the restaurant?" He shook his head and glared at her. "If I ever had any respect for you then I want to let you know that it's all gone, Miranda. Only a hooligan would pull out the activities you

So were you able to get hold of the video?" Walter demanded.He was sitting opposite Charlie in a bar. They were having a drink of whisky and it was a few minutes past 10 pm.Charlie grabbed his glass and raised it to his face. "I didn't collect the video." He replied.Walter sat up with a surprised expression. "What the hell bro? That's the evidence you need to pin that bastard once and for all."Charlie smiled and wiped the corners of his mouth with the edge of his palm. "What do you take me for Walter? A jackass?" He broke into a laugh.After he shared the incident that unfolded in Ken's apartment the other day, Walter had expected Charlie to take over the video from Miranda and have it uploaded to the student's blog. It's been twenty-four hours since the incident and Charlie still didn't own the video."So what are you going to do?"Charlie threw his back against the chair. "It was Miranda's idea to seduce Ken and I liked the idea so after she told me about it, I gave her my bless

Come with me!" Ken instructed Jane and took the lead. She followed him to one of the open-space restaurants on campus.As usual, they settled for the last booth. There were no customers in the last row so Ken felt that it was the right space to open up his heart to Jane."Do you want to place an order?"Jane shook her head in disagreement. "I won't even have a glass of water until you tell me why you've suddenly turned into Miranda's puppet.Ken positioned both his hands on the table, looked Jane straight in the eyes, and said. "She's blackmailing me.""Ok..ay!" Jane slurred and dropped her textbook on the table. She raised a brow in confusion, hinting at Ken to say more.He cleared his throat loudly and continued speaking. "Miranda showed up at my apartment one night. She was looking terrible, had no shoes on, and was frightened to death." He paused and shook his head. "If I had known that it was all a ploy, I wouldn't have let her in."Jane was paying keen attention."So I allowed h

Charlie threw his head backward and drank the whole content from his glass in a gulp. He pressed his eyes against each other as the whiskey made its way to his system with closed eyes.He propelled the class to the bartender and motioned for another shot. What he needed was a drink. It was noon.After leaving Dr. Gerald's office, Charlie drove straight to the bar after concluding that a drink might ease his tension and at least make him feel better because the rage heating up in him could set the campus on fire. The bartender passed him the drink and Charlie didn't waste any time washing it down his throat. He let out a clumsy belch and pressed his eyes against each other, feeling its soreness. He knew that he had to be mindful of the quantity of drink he was shoving down his tummy else he might drink into a stupor.The clicking of footsteps inside the bar toward him caused Charlie to place his third glass on the counter. He turned around. Charlie sighed and turned around after noti