Sia thought she could deal with the fuss that came with murder. She had prepared her mind to stab Brian in the leg and watch him be crippled. For sharing her nude photos not just among her classmates but across the entire student at Briton College, he was going to be dealt with.She had never been impious. But Brian was plunging her to do what she never thought she could do. She willfully agreed not to break words with her parents and school management over her ordeals with Brian.She was not only ashamed to discuss her nude photos but the reason behind it.Who would believe Brian took photos of her pale ass without nursing feelings for each other.God forbid!Thought of having feelings for Brian made her throw up severally and she just hated to set her eyes upon him now.Sometimes she wondered if she could recreate herself to be ugly just to wade him off and make him avoid her.Nobody had made her throw up at just mere sight.Brian irritated her than the devil himself!His presence

Sia’s eyes were bleary.She was yet to believe her sight. How could that be?Brian? Her destined enemy? How possible was that?Was he there to mock her before she would breathe her last? Some things are just impossible to believe and Brian was the last savior on her mind.Their eyes locked but for a limited time. The iron seat that pinned her to a spot wasn’t giving her lungs enough room to breathe, even this last breath before death. For all she knew, this bad boy smiling evilly at her was going to watch her die like an insect. Hadn’t she upbraided him and even dared to stab him to death the other day?She was beginning to lose breath. Her dead, reddened eyes thickened with darkness as her face pulled down, with a whistling breath.“Can I …” she stuttered and breathed uneasily, gathered momentum and vigor to speak yet further, “Can I get some help,” she managed to speak at a breath yet finding it difficult to initiate a steady gaze at him.He was still all smiles, before he chuck

The 20th birthday party was themed “unicorn.” Mr. Fanny invested much of his time and talent into it; food, games, guest reservation and red carpet were perfectly featured. He had set out a budget for a few families and friends that could fit into their swimming pool arena with enough room to walk around. Sia seemed to be missing in the crowd as families and friends were up her sleeves to exchange pleasantries and gifts.Brian was late and he panted his way into the party; neighborhood security meeting he had with residents ate deep into his schedule, that he thought he wasn’t going to make it- that would’ve been so feckless for a first impression, he had imagined. The moment he entered the ground he adjusted his hat, looked himself from head to toes as though he hadn’t noticed them before now. His black jacket over polka-dotted sleeves and jeans spoke the language of a celebrity. His stare combed around for Sia, as he tried not to be fussed over his lateness. He glanced at his watc

Brian visited the golf and met Sia there. Before walking up to her, he made sure Brian and his Chevrolet weren’t anywhere around. He took from the popcorn she was eating and she gave a deep smile, picked some pop and fed him; Brian made heaven. “I am not happy with you,” she quarreled and dragged a frown. “You didn’t honor my party and I sent you a message to buzz me when you come around, and you never did.” “You sent me a message?” asked Brian, amazed. “Yes I did or didn’t your dad tell you?” “Trust me he didn’t,” said Brian and he saw his father at once, alighting from his car. Sia caught sight of him too, “Oh talk of the devil. You can go right away and ask him.” Brian breathed hard, coughed, and sniffed. He didn’t want his father to see him with Sia or any girl or know of his feelings for her even he didn’t want anyone to know “Em can

The Mexican blonde lit up his cigar and started smoking effortlessly; stealing a glance at Brian each time the smoke that bellowed across his face disappeared. “How much is my money?” he asked vividly. Brian wanted to speak but felt an urge to hold back. He owed the Mexican for the drugs he sold two nights ago. He knew the penalty for defaulting a drug deal was death and nothing short of that, and with a nagging Mexican as this he could be on his way to the grave if he failed to pay up this time. Suddenly he started fidgeting - the Mexican had pulled a gun at him. “You don’t take what belongs to babes and give to bitches,’ he said in Mexican, walking closer and pointing the gun on Brian’s brow now. “I will kill you here and your family won’t smell your corpse anywhere around the world because your corpse will remain with me. Brian tried to be firm as he found his hand into his bag. “What a